<?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-37352758</id><updated>2011-10-27T10:40:02.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MIZunderstood</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>peiyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954727757762494802</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>726</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37352758.post-1449805162621330281</id><published>2011-05-01T22:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T23:51:17.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>that shyness after a dream</title><content type='html'>i really cant put a word to the dream i had. it was so emotionally real that i woke up feeling that my face is flushed. yea it was hot and i was probably blushing because of that dream. i never knew dreams could make me blush when i wake up.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;strange indeed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so you might or might not want to know what my dream is about, but i'm just gonna write it down cause it'll help me to remember it. just sidetrack a lil, writing down or in fact tweeting your dreams, really does help in remembering them. it's been proven. by me. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok anyway, yes it's about RBR again. the whole week or almost all days (cos maybe some days i didnt have a dream but i cant remember now), i've been dreaming about f1 or more like, RBR. i had Adrian Newey and Christian Horner at Pulau Ubin, i had Hannah and SVet yesterday, and today my dream is about TommiP.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TommiP, Finn, SVet's personal trainer and very much everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i dont know WHY i dreamt of him, i just did. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(ok cut the chase now)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;though it's RBR, we were on a pitlane flying model airplanes. and by 'we', it's not TommiP and I. it's just 'many many people' and i remember 'we' (i think it's with my twitter mates) had 2 RedBull model planes but 3 remote controls. the 2 planes were flying in the air and we didnt know which 2 controllers were the right one so i just anyhow swerved the joystick and one of the planes made a turn in the air and landed somewhere behind me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i offered to go retrieve it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;finally found the plane and it turned out to have landed somewhere near where TommiP was. i dont exactly know what's he doing at that moment, maybe packing or just doing some stuff, but it was quite empty as compared to the other areas. so i got the airplane model and stayed to talk to him for awhile. then he had a crazy idea and asked me to hand over the airplane. he went on to tie some knots to the plane then he came back to take that remote control from me and he said, "you ready?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i just stared at him and said, "wait a minute"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then i went to his work and retrieve a laptop from inside the airplane model (?!) and placed it nicely on his briefcase. he turned and said, "oh! i almost forget about that. thanks :)" i smiled and looked at the airplane, waiting for him to do something. and he did, the airplane flew up and there was this electronic sign attached to it and he made the plane turn to the left and right and this started to attract some attention. then he passed the controller to another RBR guy and he was flying the plane and we just stood there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we just stood side by side and out of nowhere, i felt his hand over my shoulder. :/ and it was a moment before that i crossed my arms and placed my own hand on my shoulder and rest it there. so............what really happened was, he placed his hand over my hand which was over my shoulder. at that time, SO MANY things was going through my mind. what was he doing? should i put my hand down? omg i'm totally letting down Euis and Andrea and they're gonna kill me if they knew about this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i didnt do anything of that. i just let his hand rest on mine. in fact, i decided to grip his fingers with my thumb and he responded by squeezing my hand. i let go of that grip and interlocked my fingers in his. that was a lil uncomfortable so i undo that as well and we just went back to gripping each other's hands. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all these while standing side by side (ok more like i'm at his shoulder), not looking at each other, just hands touching and looking at the airplane. at least i was looking at the airplane, i dont know what he was looking at. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the moment was quite perfect actually. just standing there, not doing much. it might have been better if i had placed my hand on his waist and gripped his shirt. but that would have been too indiscreet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and after i woke up i realised i cant, cause my hand was under his.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after the model plane landed, the crowd clapped and dispersed. he took his hand off and went on packing his stuff too. i helped him pack a little and we treated it like nothing happened. i laid my butt on one of his suitcase and after he was done packing,  he came over to talk to me about some thing. about my future and university and what i'm going to do after that. adult talk. hmm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and that was that. i dont know what happened next cause the moment was broken by my alarm. just in time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;STRANGE DREAM INDEED. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but it is so special, cos i never woke up from a dream blushing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37352758-1449805162621330281?l=realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/1449805162621330281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/1449805162621330281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com/2011/05/that-shyness-after-dream.html' title='that shyness after a dream'/><author><name>peiyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954727757762494802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37352758.post-4016366919838545530</id><published>2011-04-21T01:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T01:27:07.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok let me talk about work.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pretty mundane. definitely more to do than shipyard times. i'm at the desk most of the time. hate it. hate feeling that my eyesight is getting worse with every growing second. but ok, i gotta do this if i wanna save for exchange. THE WORLD BETTER NOT END BEFORE I GET TO GO FOR EXCHANGE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;first day: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;eye power check the documents&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;insert header to 247 documents (i got about 170 done on the first afternoon i suppose)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;second day:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;had 40+ documents to completion and was told i shouldnt be using this header. ok. new header. for all 247 of them. plus alignment of text and tabbing. OK I CAN DO THIS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;third day: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;almost done. i'm there already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YES I'M DONEEEEEEEEEEEE. at lunch time i was done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(after lunch/gossip session)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;slight editing needed to be done to EACH document, sent for printing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and this is only 1 section. there's 6 or 7 more to go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHA nonetheless, boss said i'm efficient. she said by the rate that i'm doing, it'll be done before i know it then i wont have anything to do loh, so no job la. HAHA WHATTTT so i should be less efficient uh? OKAY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37352758-4016366919838545530?l=realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/4016366919838545530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/4016366919838545530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com/2011/04/ok-let-me-talk-about-work.html' title=''/><author><name>peiyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954727757762494802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37352758.post-4295662738248347990</id><published>2011-04-21T00:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T01:17:00.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today at lunch, your name popped up in our conversation. we were on the topic of...someone else (your 'girlfriend in singapore') and they were saying, how she liked these 2 guys. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"one is, _____________ &lt;i&gt;(i cant remember who)&lt;/i&gt; and the other one is...........(thinks for awhile)......the electrical one.......christensen? ah! lindberg!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(it's Martin.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ya ya Martin! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you also like lindberg right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(oh shit.)"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and Rose turned her head to face me and asked, "you also like martin ah?! mmm okay!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and that was that. phew. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37352758-4295662738248347990?l=realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/4295662738248347990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/4295662738248347990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com/2011/04/today-at-lunch-your-name-popped-up-in.html' title=''/><author><name>peiyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954727757762494802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37352758.post-7413234092980020442</id><published>2011-04-01T11:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T11:37:13.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pancakes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-si5Ct0-WAXs/TZVIMQ-U-QI/AAAAAAAAHPU/oYaY7waIMRg/s1600/tumblr_lhrkqiwohB1qbycdbo1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-si5Ct0-WAXs/TZVIMQ-U-QI/AAAAAAAAHPU/oYaY7waIMRg/s400/tumblr_lhrkqiwohB1qbycdbo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590453888002357506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-si5Ct0-WAXs/TZVIMQ-U-QI/AAAAAAAAHPU/oYaY7waIMRg/s1600/tumblr_lhrkqiwohB1qbycdbo1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i'm so in love with pancakes right now.&lt;div&gt;at least pancakes wouldnt cheat my feelings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;exactly my desktop background right now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37352758-7413234092980020442?l=realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/7413234092980020442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/7413234092980020442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com/2011/04/pancakes.html' title='pancakes!'/><author><name>peiyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954727757762494802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-si5Ct0-WAXs/TZVIMQ-U-QI/AAAAAAAAHPU/oYaY7waIMRg/s72-c/tumblr_lhrkqiwohB1qbycdbo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37352758.post-4928700698819477006</id><published>2011-03-17T10:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T10:35:28.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MR. KATE</title><content type='html'>you should really check out her blog. she's so amazing. the first time i saw her post, wow. this person takes amazing pictures!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, she's also a jewelry maker and she's now giving away a pair of earrings! GO SEE. dont miss the deal heh. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GO HERE-&gt; http://www.mrkate.com/2011/03/16/decay-starburst-earrings-giveaway/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37352758-4928700698819477006?l=realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/4928700698819477006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/4928700698819477006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com/2011/03/mr-kate.html' title='MR. KATE'/><author><name>peiyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954727757762494802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37352758.post-7909439399206316578</id><published>2011-03-14T13:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T13:43:17.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i dont know whether i'll be meeting him before he flies off again. &lt;div&gt;i hope so! but i really dont know man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he said he'll drop me a msg when he's got his schedule.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he said he will. he will right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37352758-7909439399206316578?l=realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/7909439399206316578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/7909439399206316578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-dont-know-whether-ill-be-meeting-him.html' title=''/><author><name>peiyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954727757762494802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37352758.post-8640546411758763809</id><published>2011-03-10T12:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T12:14:59.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'>run baby run</title><content type='html'>on monday, i decided to go for the 330 training. &lt;div&gt;ran with Jin and another senior.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hilltop -&gt; bridge -&gt; singapore river -&gt; asian civilization museum -&gt; esplanade park -&gt; esplanade -&gt; u-turn -&gt; back to hilltop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;omgggggg. why so xiong! obviously i cant keep up with the boys. but at least they were nice enough to wait for me along the way. damn cuiiiiiiii. the sun was like ultra hot and all the while i felt so hot. i dont know why my hands felt so hot. usually that doesnt happen! :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on wednesday, we went running again. i though we were going fort canning and i only agreed cause i wanted to see how's the route like. BUT NO! they wanna go esplanade again! urghhhhh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;t-junction -&gt; substation -&gt; philatelic museum -&gt; peninsula plaza -&gt; st andrew cathedral -&gt; padang -&gt; esplanade -&gt; floating platform -&gt; helix bridge (then they went to mbs and i waited for them at helix bridge) -&gt; GO BACK -&gt; esplanade -&gt; esplanade underground -&gt; raffles city -&gt; chijmes -&gt; library. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my friend said maybe there's 5km. O.O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37352758-8640546411758763809?l=realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/8640546411758763809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/8640546411758763809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com/2011/03/run-baby-run.html' title='run baby run'/><author><name>peiyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954727757762494802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37352758.post-2990032311392521099</id><published>2011-03-10T11:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T12:02:43.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'>080311</title><content type='html'>he's back in singapore and he didnt tell me. &lt;div&gt;can you imagine how cheated i felt? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if my friend didnt tell me that he's back, would i be left in the dark all these while?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my friend texted me and i was like, are you freaking serious?! i was so flustered i didnt know what to think. i couldnt think. i was angry, nervous, excited, sad, disappointed all at the same time. i was actually lost in my surrounding. i stood in front of the SOE lift door, thinking it's an automated door and 2 seconds later i remembered i had to press the button to unlock the door. right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHY YOU HAVE SUCH AN EFFECT ON ME!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was damn pissed off with him the whole. and my friends asked why am i so angry. how can i not! you know how long have i waited for this or not. obviously not!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at night i got to talk to him briefly. i dont know whether he heard my angry tone but he explained that he was too busy preparing for the job here that he didnt have time for fb. ok i know. but, ahhhhh dont know la. i just hoped that he had contacted me somehow despite of his busy schedule. why cant he just do something that will make me feel that i'm of value to him?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i realised that my New Year wish actually came true. and it came early too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in a way, i have to say thanks right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37352758-2990032311392521099?l=realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/2990032311392521099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/2990032311392521099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com/2011/03/080311.html' title='080311'/><author><name>peiyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954727757762494802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37352758.post-5438217933300982517</id><published>2011-03-04T22:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T22:15:40.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'>social expt - success</title><content type='html'>hey i'm back from my social experiment! actually it's ended long ago but i'm too lazy to post anything. i first wrote this in fb and i'm only copying it over. HEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would say that my experiment was 90% successful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;facebook - i didnt access my own account at all. my friend showed me something off her fb account and that's it.&lt;br /&gt;twitter - ehhhh probably the least successful. i did abstain for a full week. then i went to tweet at bobbyt, went back the next day to check whether he replied me (which he thankfully did) and i resisted looking through the timeline. i had to research on my presentation on twitter, so i HAD to go find some tweets as examples. EXCUSED! :D&lt;br /&gt;youtube - equally fail. cause my friends showed me youtube videos. and i had to watch some more for my research. but i didnt watch stupid video/music videos off the youtube net. so.....i dont know if that counts.&lt;br /&gt;skype/blogger/tumblr - total success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, so here i am to share with you my experience so that you dont have to go through the facebook rehab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was still on fb/twitter on 13feb and as the deadline drew near, i panicked and tried to tweet at as many people as possible and leave comments on fb. i left at 2359. when i woke up the next morning, i immediately felt the effects. usually, i'll head straight to switch on my wifi, load my fb pages and tweets so i can read them while having breakfast. that monday, i didnt. i left home much earlier and realised that i could probably wake up a lil later since i dont have to spend time reading those things anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perks #1: more sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the withdrawal is really getting to me. i constantly itch of visiting the sites but i know i have to keep up to my word. i closed the apps from my iTouch and removed my skype/twitter/msn icon from my mac dock to help me with it. if i dont see it, i wont think of it right? then, (this probably happens to all twitter addicts) i started to think in tweets. everything i see, a tweet forms in my head. it was crazy. i want to tweet but i cant. so, i wrote down a list of the tweets that surfaced in my head. that helped. so technically, i'm tweeting in my diary. not too bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the first couple of days, i overcome the threshold. i no longer felt the urge to head into those sites. thinking back, i dont know why i spend so much time there. newsfeed is the problem. i always want to read everything. that's the same thing as my twitter feed. i always feel that i'll miss out some things if i dont read 'em all. bad habit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to say that the most awesome thing from this experiment is the productivity. checking mail is now really just checking mail. no more hanging around facebook or twitter to see who said what. once i've checked my mails, i can move on to real work, much faster than before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perk #2: productivity up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then again, because you dont read your friend's feeds, you have no idea what's going on. we're living the physical world but there's another world in the www. the whole time that i'm away, i've got no idea what's happening there, what are they talking about, what are the upcoming events. there are just some things that people dont talk about in real life. it's like a mutual online understanding. when people online ask whether you're going for this event, you dont ask again in real life. that's the part i'm missing out on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boo #1: not being updated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realise that i'm probably one of the weird people you know, who would put myself through such a thing voluntarily. my friends didnt think it was possible, knowing how much i love to tweet. i thought it was gonna be difficult too and it was. for those who believed in my willpower, i thank you.&lt;br /&gt;it's not possible to get people off the social media because that's our social life. today, meeting real people and socialising is not the norm. meeting people and socialising on the net is the norm. people get so tired from work and school, who's got the time lest energy to go meet people? lazy by nature, we like to sit at our desks, at the comfort of our own home and chillax while we surf and check out strangers' profiles.&lt;br /&gt;admit it. we all do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coming back, yesterday night i was feeling nervous about going back to the social mediums. dont ask me why. i dont know either. i clicked on my fb bookmark, visited a couple of places, my friend came to talk to me and i was already bored. i didnt even bother looking through the newsfeed, only a couple on the top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with this, i know i've succeeded. i know i can live without fb/twitter and other things if one day it decides to shut down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND IF YOU'RE EVER INTERESTED, i included the tweets that went through my head:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I hate you I hate you I hate you&lt;br /&gt;- Damn I miss twitter :(&lt;br /&gt;- OMG @ladygaga came in an egg costume&lt;br /&gt;- I dont exactly like #bornthisway actually. Sorry @ladygaga&lt;br /&gt;- I feel like I'm tweeting in my mind, keeping my thoughts/sentences to 140 charac&lt;br /&gt;- Seriously, not visiting fb/twitter makes my Internet trip so fast. I'm done with emails in 10mins max&lt;br /&gt;- And I'm talking about both personal &amp;amp; school email. #socialmediaisawasteoftime&lt;br /&gt;- Dear John :)&lt;br /&gt;- Pixie lott sings about s'poreans: "and you're sitting in the front row, wanna be 1st in line"&lt;br /&gt;- CLASS PART. annoying piece of shit&lt;br /&gt;- I'm gonna class part every single lesson. That's it man&lt;br /&gt;- Economics students dont talk much. At least for me.&lt;br /&gt;- If Twitter were my class, my class part sure A+. @fakesmu&lt;br /&gt;- I miss you. again. :( :'( is more apt.&lt;br /&gt;- Saw Darren! :D&lt;br /&gt;- BGS. YAWNS. :O&lt;br /&gt;- Friday shopping plans abandoned. AS HW time + Red Cross write-up. All within 3hrs. EFFICIENCY TIME!&lt;br /&gt;- @unexplainedjoy thinks it's funny that i write down my tweets. in twitter language.&lt;br /&gt;- I can stay up all night facebooking/twittering/skyping but I cant do the same for studying. D:&lt;br /&gt;- I dont know, but it feels to me that he too is genuinely happy while talking/skyping to me&lt;br /&gt;- Did the captain of the Titanic cry?&lt;br /&gt;- I have 38 items in my inbox (most of them are in folders) and 967 items in my trash. NICE.&lt;br /&gt;- I miss you Mart&lt;br /&gt;- Urgh. Fucking hostile.&lt;br /&gt;- Forgoing Olympics for Wimbledon? 99% yes&lt;br /&gt;- RFed: "Okay, concentrate, please."&lt;br /&gt;- 3.5 more hours to go back to fb/twitter. feeling nervous now dont know why!&lt;br /&gt;- I've got a mixed feeling when i see your name in my mailbox&lt;br /&gt;- TRYING to churn out a report. At least a draft Peiyi!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37352758-5438217933300982517?l=realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/5438217933300982517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/5438217933300982517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com/2011/03/if-you-havent-noticed-ive-been-away.html' title='social expt - success'/><author><name>peiyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954727757762494802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37352758.post-7812836328456416497</id><published>2011-02-13T23:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T23:49:09.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'>social experiment</title><content type='html'>i've been wanting to this for awhile now.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if you havent heard, &lt;b&gt;i'm expelling myself from all social mediums&lt;/b&gt; i usually visit. yes that means, no facebook, no twitter, no blogger, no tumblr, no youtube, no skype. blogger/tumblr/youtube is relatively easier to keep up as compared to fb/twitter/skype. i'm on the latter like, EVERY SINGLE TIME. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the reason why i'm doing this is because i wanna go back to the times when we dont have such things and i'm not addicted to them. yes i can proudly announce that i'm addicted to them. especially twitter. twitter is like the best damn thing on earth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;i'm gonna keep up this promise to myself based on my integrity&lt;/b&gt; to not visit such sites. (unless my profs asks me to go watch something on youtube, which i will and not digress) also, i've stopped all phone notifications on my twitter/fb updates. D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND, i'm not gonna read any emails sent from fb though they're sitting there in the inbox when they come by. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you can continue to write on my wall, like my posts (no new ones, only existing ones), continue to tweet at me and send me stuff. just that i'm not gonna reply to them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is gonna be difficult. esp twitter. but i'm gonna survive it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my intended time period is a week. &lt;b&gt;13feb 2359 - 20feb 2359&lt;/b&gt;. but my damn friend just up the challenge to make it 2 weeks in a row, considering it's term break next week. damn him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok now, it's 2 weeks in a row.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37352758-7812836328456416497?l=realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/7812836328456416497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/7812836328456416497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com/2011/02/social-experiment.html' title='social experiment'/><author><name>peiyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954727757762494802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37352758.post-1246365525788967177</id><published>2011-02-13T23:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T23:22:30.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i had another breakdown yesterday. it's been awhile. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;actually i dont know how it started either. maybe i'm just feeling emo nemo these couple of days and the comment that i read just triggered it all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(smirk)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what a joke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i clearly remembered how i reacted. i read and almost immediately, tears fell. dramatic but true. and i just sat there to cry a few more moments before deciding to wipe them dry and go shower. URGH. the whole night my eyes was just on and off with tears while i was listening to songs that meant something, tweet about my sadness and replying to my friend and try to read my micro notes all at the same time. talk about multitasking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i actually managed to finish a chapter. well, almost. just a few pages left which i did finish today. not bad at all. i was so tired of this emotions myself so i went to bed early. like, 11. or 1130. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i guess i was tired. mentally and maybe physically cause i've been waking up for too many days. (um, yes i've got 0830 class on mon, tues, fri, sat this week) plus all the stress from the mid-terms/case study/letter writing next week, damn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37352758-1246365525788967177?l=realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/1246365525788967177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/1246365525788967177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-had-another-breakdown-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>peiyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954727757762494802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37352758.post-8808970482001854145</id><published>2011-02-02T01:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T01:33:01.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OHMYGOSH I'M TALKING TO BOBBYT ON FB CHAT :DDDD&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND HE SAID I'M COOL. AHHHHH &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ultra school girl please. HAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37352758-8808970482001854145?l=realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/8808970482001854145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/8808970482001854145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com/2011/02/ohmygosh-im-talking-to-bobbyt-on-fb.html' title=''/><author><name>peiyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954727757762494802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37352758.post-8044528291161070448</id><published>2011-01-23T00:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T00:31:59.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>looking back at the fb messages we used to send each other, i realised there wasnt a lot of them. we chat most of the time and it's only when i dont see him around or during bad connection then we'll leave each other messages. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it felt pretty bold of me to do such things that time. is bold equivalent to silly? how can he not know then? i'm sure he did. i'm sure people around us, eyeing on us, did. i thought we enjoyed each other's company. did you not?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;reading his last fb message to me, i think it's the last one cause i didnt check on further, i felt less angry this time round. i remembered how angry i felt when i first read it and in my head my reaction was, WTF? ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! why are you the one making the decisions here?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's January already. the last time i saw him in person was sucha long time ago. skype doesnt count. even if it count, we havent skyped for some time now too. why must he be so far away? would things have changed if i had known him here longer? i dont know man. why cant i move on from this......fling? why does he keep having such power over me? :'(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37352758-8044528291161070448?l=realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/8044528291161070448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/8044528291161070448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com/2011/01/looking-back-at-fb-messages-we-used-to.html' title=''/><author><name>peiyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954727757762494802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37352758.post-7916668141163250979</id><published>2011-01-20T10:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T00:17:53.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 dreams</title><content type='html'>i woke up feeling very sad today.&lt;div&gt;what a dream seriously. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1st dream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Andrew Garfield was staying in my house. apparently he was shooting some movie and his entourage decided to come my house to stay, as though my house is some cheap inn. anyways, he was outside my gate early in the morning and telling me that he's leaving for his flight already. he didnt tell me any much earlier and i didnt want him to go at that moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;apparently, we've got this thing going on and we liked each other. standing there, we could do nothing cause we're separated by the gate. so i decided to unlock the gate and he was just standing there. for a moment, i had wanted to kiss him. (and i dont know why the hell am i typing this to everyone in the world....) but i didnt. instead, i told him to hang on a minute and i'll go down with him. i went to ask my dad for permission to go down since it was early in the morning and he said ok. just when i was about to head for the lift, someone else asked me to help them with something and i reluctantly did as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was too engrossed with helping that person out that i forgot about Andrew Garfield totally. until someone came to remind me that she saw Andrew downstairs. so i rushed down but he was nowhere in sight. i tried to find him in all directions but i couldnt find him. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then i realised that i missed that chance. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i woke up. omg i felt so sad when i woke up. why didnt i kiss him at that moment or at least hugged him! :( now i wouldnt have the chance to. sigh. :'(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i actually started to think about why i dreamt of Andrew Garfield. ok maybe cause i saw his Spiderman picture a few days ago. but i think it's because before i went to bed, i replied Haydn Christensen's tweet and it was Andrew Garfield who dm-ed me then to ask me to follow Haydn too. so mainly that was the link. i dont know man. secretly, i think Andrew Garfied incepted my dream and made me fall in love with him. seriously! if not where will like that! made me so sad and grumpy for that day. :'(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i went to school feeling all grumpy cause the damn train was so packed and unstable and i keep bumping into people and i hate having my private space invaded by people, especially men that i dont find attractive. if you're attractive, and you're standing quite close to me, i'm ok. but if you're not and you're standing in my private space, then NO. lol how practical. and the freaking gsr in school is like so freaking cold that we decided to leave the door open after awhile. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the only thing that made me happy was that my script was well-scripted (i think) and i went home to take a nap. basically, i did nothing when i got home. until at night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH. then comes my 2nd dream. when i napped. for like, 2hrs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i cant rmb the starting now. but it was on a beach and i was doing something. east coast park to be exact. i think setting up a bbq? then at the corner of my eye, i see people in blue uniform running up and down the beach like in those family carnivals. then i realised i know those people. they were from MD. LOL. then i looked out into the sea and realised that there were some more blue people in little boats/rescue boats. so i dropped whatever i was doing and ran towards there. there were quite a lot of people crowding there and i got worried. did something bad happen? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then i realised they were welcoming them. and i saw evan helping those blue people get their bags and i was like, 'eh since when you're working again! never tell me! bo jio!' and he ignored me. i didnt cared about that answer. i only wanted to know when was mart coming back. so when he ignored me again, i shoved him in the shoulder and made him stop and tell me when mart's coming back. he told me march 20. (i dont know why march 20 either) and he got back to moving the bags into the huge container vehicle. :/ (somehow my dream exaggerate things uh.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i.......dont know why i dreamt of that either. maybe cause he replied my email a few days ago. which was rare to the ultimate. mm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37352758-7916668141163250979?l=realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/7916668141163250979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/7916668141163250979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com/2011/01/2-dreams.html' title='2 dreams'/><author><name>peiyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954727757762494802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37352758.post-3312996099535237171</id><published>2011-01-18T22:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T23:03:48.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>funeral for a friend</title><content type='html'>here we go again. &lt;div&gt;really, i dont need to be reminded on how precious life is. please stop reminding me such things. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i hate it man. why are people around me leaving? something bad about meeting so many people is that, they dont last. the more people you know, the more heartbreaks and disappointment you receive. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i got the news on Monday afternoon when mad called. oh manz. i was on the pavement, about to cross the road when i saw it and i was like, wtf. why. sigh. i hate motorcycles man. why did someone create such shit and stopped without creating the safety portion of it? it's just a fast-moving machine that is highly capable of getting yourself killed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there were news reports on this. and it saddens me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Traffic on the PIE in the direction of Jurong was backed up due to a fatal accident involving a motorcycle, two cars and a lorry. The SCDF said that they first received a call about the accident, which happened near the Eng Neo exit at about 7.03am. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;SCDF paramedics found the motorcycle rider pinned under the right rear tyre of the lorry and had to be extricated. He was pronounced dead at 7.40am. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Police said he was a Malay man in his early 30s."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;why why why. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we met most of the guys. mok came over and gave us a squeeze on the shoulder. i really didnt wanna be meeting him here. if this kind of occasion were what it takes to meet mok, i rather not meet him. after that, he said to me, next time we meet will be one of yall's shot-gun weddings. har har very funny ah. i gave him a smile and he walked away. i saw him walk all the way back to his car. damn i miss him too. i wanna talk to him. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's the first time stepping into a cemetery. let alone a malay cemetery. they were right. there is a particular smell in cemeteries. i've smelt this smell before. smells like a dead bird.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;is this the smell of the dead&lt;/i&gt;, i asked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37352758-3312996099535237171?l=realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/3312996099535237171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/3312996099535237171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com/2011/01/funeral-for-friend.html' title='funeral for a friend'/><author><name>peiyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954727757762494802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37352758.post-1403397130328803016</id><published>2011-01-18T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T23:18:11.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i went muay thai training, like finally. &lt;div&gt;i died from the warm up. honestly, i havent done such crazy warm up before. 3 mins star-jump. i was like, WHY THE 3MIN SO LONG ONE. in the end, my legs felt wobbly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but the training proper was ok. it felt awkward doing it at first. but then when there's the rhythm, it felt better. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;chilled with the peeps after training in kopitiam. saw our awesome ltb TA. :) her hair looks awesome. like, real awesome. hehe we chilled and chilled and by the time i reached home, it's almost 12. or was it 12 already? either way, i cant rmb. but i rmb i had class the next day at 0830. WTH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37352758-1403397130328803016?l=realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/1403397130328803016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/1403397130328803016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-went-muay-thai-training-like-finally.html' title=''/><author><name>peiyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954727757762494802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37352758.post-4204406825208758557</id><published>2011-01-16T21:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T21:42:12.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SO PRETTY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TTL1X7-mzWI/AAAAAAAAHPA/ywX1-9j3G6o/s1600/hype_spring2011_shoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 251px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TTL1X7-mzWI/AAAAAAAAHPA/ywX1-9j3G6o/s400/hype_spring2011_shoes.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562778281342061922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37352758-4204406825208758557?l=realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37352758.post-3326203233306794212</id><published>2011-01-16T21:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T21:33:11.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'>offshore!</title><content type='html'>it sucks when it feels like i'm the only one holding on to this. &lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;went to Pulau Ubin for the first time after OBS with my USS mates. it's a small group but nonetheless fun. i dont mind small groups actually. still havent seen the legendary 'buy a drink la y u so like that' house. had my ice pop. so childhood. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i had a taste of cycling again. it was pretty tough going through the terrains and up the slope (which we eventually came down and push the bike). i was careful not to speed too much down the slope cause the roads arent flat. i can imagine people falling off their bikes. it was quite an experience though. having an adventure with my awesome group of friends. still cant get enough of them. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;had bugis steamboat. my first too. it was pretty epic. first, we jumped queue (unintentionally) cause the person asked us how many people do we have. then we sat outside. and by outside i really mean by the roadside. takes alfresco dining to another level. about 30mins into eating, it started drizzling. then it got heavier. we actually continued eating there for awhile until we decided we shouldnt be so stupid. we were thinking whether to leave and get a discount on the price or continue. we continued. then we surpassed the other people queueing (like, again we jumped queue, UNINTENTIONALLY) and they gave us a pretty good place to sit. and we eat and eat and eat. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;by the time we're done, the rain has stopped too. we walked back to bugis junction, then to city hall and then to esplanade. all in the name of 散步。took the train at about 1038 and got home. pretty shagged. showered, upload videos and i dont know how i could sleep at about 3am. it was crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37352758-3326203233306794212?l=realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/3326203233306794212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/3326203233306794212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com/2011/01/offshore.html' title='offshore!'/><author><name>peiyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954727757762494802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37352758.post-4665087339909211888</id><published>2011-01-14T22:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T22:44:26.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ka mon vu vu zaplin?</title><content type='html'>i had my first French lesson today. yes i signed up for French language. how exciting right! :D&lt;div&gt;so, the prof came in and the first thing he said was Bonjour. ok that i know. what came out of his mouth next was jibberish and i was like, WHAT?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well that's because we havent learnt a thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he introduced to us the history of the language and how French is secretly embedded in English. restaurant, crayon, justice, are all actually French. that's apart from the usual deja vu, cafe, bon voyage. yep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i quite like our prof. it's like a 0.25 module. cause there's really no pressure and i'm 150% enjoying the class. it's so much fun trying to pronounce the words and conversing in it. i think he's quite inspirational. he understands it is difficult to learn a language. he said the best way to learn French, is to stay 6mths in France. mm. at first it sounds ok. then when he starts speaking in French again, i got scared. i dont wanna stay 6mths in France. i think i'll die trying to guess what everyone's saying. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he made a very nice analogy. we put on blue sunglasses since young when we are in Singapore. but when you go to a new country say France, the French puts on yellow sunglasses. but all you see there are green things. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we have to remember to remove our own sunglasses before putting on another. we should not bring in any other previous perceptions of a country when visiting one. just let the experience be your first judgement. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i got really impressed when he said that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shall organise my notes and look forward to the next lesson! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37352758-4665087339909211888?l=realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/4665087339909211888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/4665087339909211888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com/2011/01/ka-mon-vu-vu-zaplin.html' title='ka mon vu vu zaplin?'/><author><name>peiyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954727757762494802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37352758.post-2114145298739665868</id><published>2011-01-11T13:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T14:23:17.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pots of plants</title><content type='html'>a few days ago, my neighbour gave our family a couple pots of plants. and now they're right in front of my house. it's a strange sight because i've never had plants in front of my house for the past......10+ years i've been living there.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok the point is not the pots of new plants outside my house. the points is the pots of plants outside my grandma's house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;today i walked down the corridor to my grandma's house to look at her plants. it's dying; yellow and drying up. the new tenants didnt bother taking care of them and shame of us, neither did we.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at that point of time, i remember the times when i was young, i had a lot of time on my hands so i would go over to my grandma's house quite often. she cared for her plants. she would water them and i loved helping her water them cause it's fun; splashing water on plants from a basin was fun. and i used to use a toothpick to help her remove all those icky bugs on the underside of the leaves and kill them because i knew the underside of the leaf was important. i never knew what kind of bug they were but i could still remember how they look like and it's not pleasant. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and my memory of plants kind of stopped here. those were the days. those days were too far away now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37352758-2114145298739665868?l=realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/2114145298739665868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/2114145298739665868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com/2011/01/pots-of-plants.html' title='pots of plants'/><author><name>peiyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954727757762494802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37352758.post-3877430404733208764</id><published>2011-01-10T00:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T00:52:53.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh man.........i'm having such a funny night tonight.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and Kim knows me so well seriously....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;py: haha if you should know, i'm liking him not just cos he's blond.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;k: No, you like him because he is intriguing, and shy! and clever!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;always been nice to you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;py: and he's hardworking :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;k: He is, and a damn good one of the kind! Very professional!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i shall talk about the Egan thing later on. funny to the max.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37352758-3877430404733208764?l=realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/3877430404733208764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/3877430404733208764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com/2011/01/oh-man.html' title=''/><author><name>peiyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954727757762494802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37352758.post-4296731275538841693</id><published>2011-01-09T22:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T00:43:25.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i can finally smile today :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm telling you things that matter to me. but i'm not sure whether you're truly interested in knowing. i'll just pretend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHA crap this is a little pathetic. but who cares. it makes me happy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i can probably consider it a conversation. well yes it is a conversation. he was packing. driving back to CPH again. well he just left. it's...4pm there. and he said 4hrs drive. mm. i hope he's got some dinner. ok now that he's gone, let me go depress again about school. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;actually, the week's been pretty good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;monday; lunch and a lil shopping with keng during break&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tues; htht with val outside her supposed Theatre Studies class. talked to him at night/wed morn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wed; dinner with MFE mates&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thurs; (oh thurs wasnt very good cause i woke up with a cough and ended the day with a fever)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fri; CSI the experience&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sat; dinner with Yun Qian :)))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sun; tuition = $, talked to him againnnnn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AWW. Warren just told me the sweetest thing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(on msn)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;w: i added you on this lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;did i ever tell you how that came about haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;py: no&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tell me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;w: i had a friend in high school who had the second name of speers, with 2 e's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i didnt know that so i added spears8 rather than speers8 lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;py: hahahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh so you added me on mistake. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;w: which is kinda lucky cuz i talk to you lots more than him haha :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;essentially it was, but im glad, ive got a very nice friend in a far away place from my mistake lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;py: awwwww&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha i'm glad you added me :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;w: :) lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was one of the most fortunate mistakes ive ever made lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;py: awwwwwwww&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that's so sweet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i'm serious about that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;w: lol thanks :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AWWWWWW. i'm sucha sucker for this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37352758-4296731275538841693?l=realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/4296731275538841693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/4296731275538841693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-can-finally-smile-today-im-telling.html' title=''/><author><name>peiyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954727757762494802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37352758.post-4515949358030875276</id><published>2011-01-07T13:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T13:16:19.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i end the first week of 2011 with a flu and cough. and possibly a fever as well. &lt;div&gt;i'm zoning out on the drowsy meds. damn i havent felt like this for so long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;caught the dane online when i was just about to go off. he's busy. as usual. it was....wed morning. mm. i must be crazy to be sleeping so late. like, 2.30am when i've got lessons at 10. was happy to talk to him for a little while nonetheless. i told him to tell me something nice/funny/naughty. he chose naughty. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there's already homework for the 1st week of school. damn this sucks. school hasnt been all that successful this week. that sucks too. sign. ok i should stop all these negativity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37352758-4515949358030875276?l=realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/4515949358030875276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/4515949358030875276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-end-first-week-of-2011-with-flu-and.html' title=''/><author><name>peiyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954727757762494802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37352758.post-334083228976622234</id><published>2011-01-02T22:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T22:48:16.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i would just like to post a shoutout to the Danish people who come to my blog for i dont know what reason.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it really means alot to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;HI DANES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37352758-334083228976622234?l=realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/334083228976622234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/334083228976622234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-would-just-like-to-post-shoutout-to.html' title=''/><author><name>peiyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954727757762494802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37352758.post-8384187803856227944</id><published>2011-01-02T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T22:48:46.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'>movie list</title><content type='html'>i made a list on the movies i've watched this holiday.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;despicable me. (yes i watched it from start to end again. TWICE)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;harry potter; azkaban&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;harry potter; goblet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;vampire sucks (i wanted to watch how suck it is. it spoofed a sucky movie, expected it to suck a lot more and it did)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;scary movie 1 (crap shit)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;killers (squealed at every AshtonK scene. ULTRA CUTE!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sweeney todd&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;confessions of a hollywood starlet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;harry potter; phoenix&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;toys story 2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the sorcerer's apprentice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;toys story 3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;diary of a wimpy kid&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wall street 2: money never sleeps&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;going the distance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dear John&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;inceptionnnnnnnn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;grown ups&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the godfather 1 (only halfway)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kick-ass&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;iron man 1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;saw &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my life in ruins&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;twilight new moon (it was on star world. left it playing while i went to sweep the floor halfway)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the proposal (again.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so that's like, 25 movies. yep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37352758-8384187803856227944?l=realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/8384187803856227944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/8384187803856227944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com/2010/12/movie-list.html' title='movie list'/><author><name>peiyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954727757762494802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37352758.post-3744929632279749672</id><published>2011-01-02T22:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T22:30:04.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'>school reopen blues</title><content type='html'>i'm having the jitters for school tomorrow. having been through the hell in Sem 1, i'm scared of returning to that place for a foreseeable worse Sem. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so long more till the next holiday. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when are you coming back dude. WHEN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's been so long. where have you disappeared to?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37352758-3744929632279749672?l=realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/3744929632279749672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/3744929632279749672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com/2011/01/school-reopen-blues.html' title='school reopen blues'/><author><name>peiyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954727757762494802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37352758.post-8365124443887261297</id><published>2011-01-02T02:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T02:49:54.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NYE at NYC</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TR9yuxm037I/AAAAAAAAHNw/70eCkyMlin8/s1600/tumblr_lecul7Tm461qajjdco1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 251px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TR9yuxm037I/AAAAAAAAHNw/70eCkyMlin8/s320/tumblr_lecul7Tm461qajjdco1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557286613114216370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TR9yuxm037I/AAAAAAAAHNw/70eCkyMlin8/s1600/tumblr_lecul7Tm461qajjdco1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;honestly, that's true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i havent nose bleed for awhile. i cant remember how it feels like anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just curious. how come we nose bleed so often as kids (well at least i did quite often) but not so much as adults? mm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on a side note, nkotbsb performed at nyc times square countdown. which was big!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="350" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eppwQEpMmOQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eppwQEpMmOQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="350" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;almost the same arrangement as AMA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TR92c2AFICI/AAAAAAAAHOI/rCO1AGRB5tc/s1600/tumblr_lecv7hqqAN1qzrl56o1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TR92c2AFICI/AAAAAAAAHOI/rCO1AGRB5tc/s200/tumblr_lecv7hqqAN1qzrl56o1_500.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557290703102746658" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TR92dLA-uyI/AAAAAAAAHOQ/YefAYGjUK1w/s200/tumblr_lebsf4DCdL1qbhlglo1_1280.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557290708743666466" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TR92cQ9QwQI/AAAAAAAAHN4/VzVuflUkN80/s1600/tumblr_lebxmcHXKw1qzrl56o1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TR92cQ9QwQI/AAAAAAAAHN4/VzVuflUkN80/s200/tumblr_lebxmcHXKw1qzrl56o1_500.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557290693158813954" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 160px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TR92cpBGTAI/AAAAAAAAHOA/j_A8sHcWc_I/s200/tumblr_lebzuc3zpP1qzrl56o1_500.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557290699617356802" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 160px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37352758-8365124443887261297?l=realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/8365124443887261297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/8365124443887261297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com/2011/01/honestly-thats-true.html' title='NYE at NYC'/><author><name>peiyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954727757762494802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TR9yuxm037I/AAAAAAAAHNw/70eCkyMlin8/s72-c/tumblr_lecul7Tm461qajjdco1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37352758.post-3729745629211403263</id><published>2011-01-02T01:20:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T22:21:34.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NYE</title><content type='html'>i was looking forward to going to the NYE countdown @marina all week cause win's got backstage passes. woooooo. then she messaged me in the morning saying she's not feeling well. oh man.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after much much much talking here and there, she decided not to go. BUT BUT BUT luckily enough, yanyou was able to go with me and the pass was transferrable! so we went instead! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;met rai and he brought us in. woohoo. felt like a celebrity already with all the queue cutting and priority entries. met Jack, Angelina and Melvin later on. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there wasnt much to do. so we ate, chilled, take photo and chit chat until the pre-show started. still nothing much interesting. wtf is Singapore Char Siew Baos man?! obviously inspired by the Dim Sum Dollies. no offense, but DSD sound so much cooler can. one is definitely enough. we definitely dont need Siew Mai, Ha Kao, Fishball noodles, Chicken chicken rice coming up next as band names. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TR9lHOMhnqI/AAAAAAAAHLg/EM0g0I8PsSk/s1600/IMG_0486.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TR9lHOMhnqI/AAAAAAAAHLg/EM0g0I8PsSk/s200/IMG_0486.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557271639942602402" style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TR9lH_g9KLI/AAAAAAAAHLo/OV8NGE7MGoc/s200/IMG_0485.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557271653181630642" style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TR9lIc_muZI/AAAAAAAAHLw/bGsFCxsQT3o/s1600/IMG_0489.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TR9lIc_muZI/AAAAAAAAHLw/bGsFCxsQT3o/s200/IMG_0489.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557271661094812050" style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TR9lJNWz_0I/AAAAAAAAHL4/aefXBAlJHAQ/s200/IMG_0491.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557271674077052738" style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont really know why we were there exactly cause we didnt help much. i just felt that i should be doing more, but there isnt much. i now understand what winnie means. i felt like an useless intern there and then. well, intern for a day that is. i just try to snap nice photos of them and "capture the moment" LOL what crap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i cant say that i had "a lot of fun" cause it wouldnt compare to my other experiences. but i can firmly say that it's was a special and good experience. caught my first sight of David Tao when i turned to take a peek into his room and he turned to look at us. his entourage is scary man. 4 in front 4 behind. seriously?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there wasnt much to do. so we decided to eat. wanted to open the tray that contains cheese tarts when this...auntie personnel stopped us. she said, "you cannot eat this. this is for David Tao only."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okayyyyyyyyyyy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;leaving the cheese tarts alone, we said to each other, "when we see David Tao, we're gonna ask him whether he eats cheese tarts. and i bet he's gonna say no. IN YOUR FACE AUNTIE!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bloody hell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok i'm too tired to type. let's have the photos do the talking. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i tried taking good photos. that's the best i can achieve from a point-and-shoot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TR9qAj0e1qI/AAAAAAAAHMA/w488bXRvY7k/s1600/IMG_0523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TR9qAj0e1qI/AAAAAAAAHMA/w488bXRvY7k/s320/IMG_0523.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557277023046391458" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i like this shot for some reason.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TR9qow5hq4I/AAAAAAAAHMI/k5K6Qk-VQCg/s320/IMG_0564.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557277713751976834" style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TR9qpdNN6qI/AAAAAAAAHMQ/64dYKUhffNY/s320/IMG_0547.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557277725645728418" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TR9sV1f1MnI/AAAAAAAAHNQ/ljaYqeEBFWU/s1600/IMG_0620.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TR9sV1f1MnI/AAAAAAAAHNQ/ljaYqeEBFWU/s320/IMG_0620.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557279587592122994" style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TR9qpy4sUCI/AAAAAAAAHMY/YGoiXEiZBb8/s1600/IMG_0617.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TR9rupppYeI/AAAAAAAAHNA/orfXBQoz4tw/s1600/IMG_0628.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TR9rupppYeI/AAAAAAAAHNA/orfXBQoz4tw/s200/IMG_0628.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557278914397168098" style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TR9rt9x3e5I/AAAAAAAAHMw/rfiKDa8DVto/s200/IMG_0626.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557278902620486546" style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TR9ruamJQeI/AAAAAAAAHM4/uo9LBWmjQv8/s1600/IMG_0627.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TR9ruamJQeI/AAAAAAAAHM4/uo9LBWmjQv8/s200/IMG_0627.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557278910355948002" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TR9rtpgaAJI/AAAAAAAAHMo/-q3SsRZTE00/s200/IMG_0624.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557278897178542226" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;one of my aims of the night, take photo with Sezairi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;he's actually quite talented and his live is, can make it. SHOULD HAVE TOLD HIM MY TWEET! he remembers. heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TR9stBC2RtI/AAAAAAAAHNY/wd_eRNXFjS4/s1600/IMG_0657.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TR9stBC2RtI/AAAAAAAAHNY/wd_eRNXFjS4/s320/IMG_0657.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557279985828775634" style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;David Tao's drummer. apparently also Shakira's drummer?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;wow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i had wanted to ask him is he mixed? i dont know why i didnt ask. rare shy moment for peiyi i guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;in the end we didnt manage to take photo with David Tao. bloody hell. the guy in his entourage just said no when he saw us. i hate it when the star didnt even say anything but their entourage says things like that. big deal. after the guy said no, then DT walked out and he said no too. oh whatever. i can somehow see it in his eyes that he's sorry and that eventhough he wished to take it with us, he couldnt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;OH WHAT THE HELL WHY AM I PUTTING GOOD WORDS FOR HIM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;it's pathetic. it's like his entourage is controlling things. hate that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TR9qqDVNA2I/AAAAAAAAHMg/s1ouNEZC1-g/s320/IMG_0641.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557277735879770978" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TR9vNMB7XvI/AAAAAAAAHNo/sUR3nmzRh4w/s1600/IMG_0659.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TR9vNMB7XvI/AAAAAAAAHNo/sUR3nmzRh4w/s200/IMG_0659.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557282737556774642" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TR9vMz8rJrI/AAAAAAAAHNg/uMkI750RG-Y/s200/IMG_0656.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557282731092289202" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37352758-3729745629211403263?l=realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/3729745629211403263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/3729745629211403263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com/2011/01/nye.html' title='NYE'/><author><name>peiyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954727757762494802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TR9lHOMhnqI/AAAAAAAAHLg/EM0g0I8PsSk/s72-c/IMG_0486.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37352758.post-7863809047624370936</id><published>2010-12-31T12:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T12:57:48.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy new year</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TR1iolvFK4I/AAAAAAAAHLI/nJpsGff71Dg/s1600/nl_nyeparty_211210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 251px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TR1iolvFK4I/AAAAAAAAHLI/nJpsGff71Dg/s400/nl_nyeparty_211210.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556705964708932482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was a good year. happy new year friends and strangers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37352758-7863809047624370936?l=realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/7863809047624370936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/7863809047624370936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com/2010/12/happy-new-year.html' title='happy new year'/><author><name>peiyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954727757762494802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TR1iolvFK4I/AAAAAAAAHLI/nJpsGff71Dg/s72-c/nl_nyeparty_211210.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37352758.post-3328684668735170953</id><published>2010-12-31T00:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T01:30:01.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i thought about the things i would do for no other guys except the one i'm in love with/truly love.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. a mix tape of my 'loves :)' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. buy him CK underwear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok actually that's not a lot of things. but that's currently what i could think of. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now, reasons. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok maybe mix tapes doesnt exist anymore. and i dont know how to record on audio tapes....but the thing is, i wanna let you listen to the songs that i love for all times. i have this playlist on my itunes that reads 'loves. :)' and it's personal. the songs inside either have meaning to me or they are just tunes that i can never get sick of after a million playbacks and i wanna share it with you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i need you to like my music, because it speaks of me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;speaking of which, i'll probably find it difficult to like you if i dont like your music. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now, CK underwear. dont judge me. friends, you might be thinking, oh this is soooooooo peiyi. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but no. the intention is not in any sense for him to wear it for me. it's for whoever the guy is to wear it for himself. i dont know how good CK is with their underwear but personally i think it's the confidence it brings to a man. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37352758-3328684668735170953?l=realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/3328684668735170953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/3328684668735170953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-thought-about-things-i-would-do-for.html' title=''/><author><name>peiyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954727757762494802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37352758.post-6560936901311424534</id><published>2010-12-30T01:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T01:20:36.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>had breakfast with mum and dad. &lt;div&gt;MY SOFT BOILED EGGS. LOVE EM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;went to ion to take a walk. did some shopping. zara sale!!!!!!! what a good timing. apparently i heard that was the first day. not bad not bad! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;headed to plaza sing for the dumpling buffet. it was okayyyyyyy. acceptable for that kinda price. they served according to pax. which was good cause you'll get to try a lot more that way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not bad for a day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but my legs freaking hurt after a day on my boots. damn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37352758-6560936901311424534?l=realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/6560936901311424534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/6560936901311424534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com/2010/12/had-breakfast-with-mum-and-dad.html' title=''/><author><name>peiyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954727757762494802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37352758.post-3671331924917889982</id><published>2010-12-29T13:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T12:53:01.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AT</title><content type='html'>this is really cool. at least to me. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was really happy to hear that Atomic Tom's The Moment is now available in sg. then i tweeted at the boys when they were replying to this girl's tweet. we showed much interest in them on their possibility of coming to sg and they suggested that we should make a sg page. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that's exactly what we did! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we started conversing (the girl and i) and we realised we've got a couple of similarities. we worked on the page separately and i came up with the description. which Luke thought was pretty amazing. HAH! :D it's so awesome being able to converse with AT on twitter and now, on fb. we made that page and we're still in the midst of trying to promote it. i wonder how. really got no idea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but if you would and i would be really grateful, check them out because they deserve the recognition.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;http://on.fb.me/h3MnHz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37352758-3671331924917889982?l=realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/3671331924917889982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/3671331924917889982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com/2010/12/at.html' title='AT'/><author><name>peiyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954727757762494802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37352758.post-1804603325084174531</id><published>2010-12-29T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T01:15:55.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;281210&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;had tuition. went back home. slacked (i think). cooked some dinner for my hungry stomach and headed off to Esplanade to catch Don and Alvin perform. stood with Mark and Taufik for awhile. Mark said my zebra backpack is nice. HEH. took awhile for me settle my stuff and realised that Ron is here. horror horror!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what was more horrifying was that he decided to dance in the middle of the stage later on. DANCE IN THE MIDDLE OF THE STAGE. freak. he's not like, 3 ok? it's scary to see a grown guy doing that. it's not cute believe me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don pretty much rocked his set. I think Alvin would have too. i should really have come earlier to watch his too. oh well next time! got to talk Don for awhile and Ron tried to barge in with his nonsense again. we didnt say anything but we all have this mutual understanding as our eyebrows did the talking in the air. yes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i dont know why we were so scared of Ron or just plain running away from him. HAHA we were walking ahead and sensed that he's following us. we said hi to Don again and gave him the brows language and after that we literally ran off. YES. :/ crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;am really happy to say that Don Richmond is gonna have a set in a recital hall on 25th March! album release. :) not sure whether i'll be able to go. exams approaching time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;met up with cass and davina on the bus! sleepover at cass'. we did some tv, snacking and drinking at her place. vodka really tastes bad plain. martini wasnt that bad. first we tried sprite with vodka. then later redbull with martini. oh gosh. red bull martini was damn nice!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TR9dcf69LnI/AAAAAAAAHLQ/wCiRLe3Duow/s1600/IMG_0470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TR9dcf69LnI/AAAAAAAAHLQ/wCiRLe3Duow/s200/IMG_0470.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557263209384980082" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TR9dcxfFloI/AAAAAAAAHLY/920pYmN6gbc/s200/IMG_0472.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557263214099928706" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we watched Saw. realised i've watched that before, just that i dont remember how it went. not too bad. watched some....variety show too. bloody lame. but ok, it's variety/entertainment, brain cell killers. i like. we practically did that until....3am?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;decided to go to bed then. pillow talked for awhile. HAHA same old stuff. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"sometimes, i wished he was married. then i could completely forget about him."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;-&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i woke up a couple of times. finally decided to wake up at..1130? tv-ed again. finally had some lunch at 230. i had wanted to drink again cause the red bull martini was really super awesome. but cass was like, "DRINK IN THE MORNING?!" HAHA why not! but ok i didnt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i only left her home at about, 430? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yawns.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37352758-1804603325084174531?l=realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/1804603325084174531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/1804603325084174531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com/2010/02/had-tuition.html' title=''/><author><name>peiyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954727757762494802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TR9dcf69LnI/AAAAAAAAHLQ/wCiRLe3Duow/s72-c/IMG_0470.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37352758.post-7956280849636778170</id><published>2010-12-28T10:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T10:48:38.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm gonna cheap thrill again. &lt;div&gt;all my cheap thrills comes from twitter. that's why i love it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 171px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TRlPgbaVRYI/AAAAAAAAHLA/PrIXLo61pX0/s320/Screen%2Bshot%2B2010-12-28%2Bat%2BAM%2B10.46.07.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555559033870828930" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;eeeeeeeeek! JESSE RUBEN! :DDDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and had a lil convo with angsty andie. HEH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37352758-7956280849636778170?l=realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/7956280849636778170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/7956280849636778170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com/2010/12/im-gonna-cheap-thrill-again.html' title=''/><author><name>peiyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954727757762494802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TRlPgbaVRYI/AAAAAAAAHLA/PrIXLo61pX0/s72-c/Screen%2Bshot%2B2010-12-28%2Bat%2BAM%2B10.46.07.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37352758.post-4628872723280912753</id><published>2010-12-25T14:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T20:43:01.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>baptism</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TRYaIBBJOZI/AAAAAAAAHK0/FQ5DtGbzV70/s1600/IMG_0407.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TRYaIBBJOZI/AAAAAAAAHK0/FQ5DtGbzV70/s320/IMG_0407.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554655915422595474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TRYaIBBJOZI/AAAAAAAAHK0/FQ5DtGbzV70/s1600/IMG_0407.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;xian got baptised today. it's nice to be able to witness that and well, it's my first time witnessing it too. she's so so so so so so so so so so happy and hyper. dont know where she got all that kind of energy from. well, she's yixian. what do you expect? HEH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she seriously look like she's a graduate with her robe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that's how i spent my christmas day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha this is so good i need to share it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where did Vincent Van Gogh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When will Orlando Bloom? :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37352758-4628872723280912753?l=realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/4628872723280912753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/4628872723280912753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com/2010/12/baptism.html' title='baptism'/><author><name>peiyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954727757762494802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TRYaIBBJOZI/AAAAAAAAHK0/FQ5DtGbzV70/s72-c/IMG_0407.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37352758.post-637333811333501170</id><published>2010-12-25T01:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T01:32:55.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>alt 0&lt;div&gt;alt shift k.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he teaches me new things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37352758-637333811333501170?l=realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/637333811333501170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/637333811333501170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com/2010/12/alt-0-alt-shift-k.html' title=''/><author><name>peiyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954727757762494802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37352758.post-6540850994377839270</id><published>2010-12-25T00:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T00:52:51.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hard as steel</title><content type='html'>just done with watching Iron Man 1. RDJ. speechless. &lt;div&gt;"but honestly, it's impossible."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"TONY STARK WAS ABLE TO BUILD THIS, IN A CAVE! WITH A BOX OF SCRAPS!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"well, i'm sorry. i'm not Tony Stark"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm not feeling the Christmas spirit. i think it's getting worse every year. now i dont even watch Christmas movies on tv anymore. and Christmas exchange is usually a pain in the ass as well. i'm sorry! that's just how it is for me! my family doesnt celebrate christmas at all, i dont go to church, and all i long for is a decent Christmas dinner, which i'll never get. that's why i wanna be in the West, where they actually give a damn about this kind of thing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm feeling especially grumpy this holiday season. dont annoy me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37352758-6540850994377839270?l=realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/6540850994377839270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/6540850994377839270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com/2010/12/just-done-with-watching-iron-man-1.html' title='hard as steel'/><author><name>peiyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954727757762494802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37352758.post-7428105801825415820</id><published>2010-12-23T21:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T21:53:08.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i closed my eyes. i felt the pain. just a little. then a little warmth.&lt;div&gt;it's not that bad after all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TRNUDcZxzwI/AAAAAAAAHKs/CUIZQZTdSdQ/s320/IMG_0406.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553875183618608898" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37352758-7428105801825415820?l=realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/7428105801825415820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/7428105801825415820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-closed-my-eyes.html' title=''/><author><name>peiyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954727757762494802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TRNUDcZxzwI/AAAAAAAAHKs/CUIZQZTdSdQ/s72-c/IMG_0406.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37352758.post-4538947992762514046</id><published>2010-12-23T10:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T10:29:45.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HEHEHE&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that time, i was mistaken. Kyle didnt reply me on the Social Network thing cause i tweeted to the wrong Kyle. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but this time, i'm not wrong. KYLE PATRICK REPLIED! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;@realkylepatrick: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; font-size: 15px; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 19px; "&gt;Thx Jesse"@&lt;a class="  twitter-atreply" name="fan_peiyi" href="http://twitter.com/fan_peiyi" rel="nofollow" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; color: rgb(0, 153, 153); text-decoration: none; "&gt;fan_peiyi&lt;/a&gt;: hehe @&lt;a class="  twitter-atreply" name="jesseruben" href="http://twitter.com/jesseruben" rel="nofollow" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; color: rgb(0, 153, 153); text-decoration: none; "&gt;jesseruben&lt;/a&gt; is constantly jealous of @&lt;a class="  twitter-atreply" name="realkylepatrick" href="http://twitter.com/realkylepatrick" rel="nofollow" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; color: rgb(0, 153, 153); text-decoration: none; "&gt;realkylepatrick&lt;/a&gt; because he's taller than him and he's got nicer pants. HEE"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;twitter can be so exciting sometimes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not going to studio. Des is not in studio. :( shall go tmr then!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wooooooo piercing today. not nervous yet! i think imma close my eyes when it happens. :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37352758-4538947992762514046?l=realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/4538947992762514046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/4538947992762514046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com/2010/12/hehehe-that-time-i-was-mistaken.html' title=''/><author><name>peiyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954727757762494802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37352758.post-8471543014860344188</id><published>2010-12-23T00:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T00:40:09.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'>love jesse</title><content type='html'>ok before i blog about anything about myself, i wanna again share with you this really amazing artiste, Jesse Ruben. Berkley Music school graduate, he's really talented. so down to earth, sometimes i just feel that he's not getting enough attention he should be getting. but then again, if he gets too much attention, i'll be jealous. HAHA &lt;div&gt;yea that's right. jealous from half way round the world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i was reading his Q/A on fanbridge. some really witty questions, some really awesome answers. i just wanna share it with you. judge him for yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Q: why are you amamamamazing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A: cause i'm lucky, and, because you have good taste.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Q: whats one of the weirdest things that's EVER happened to you??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A: the first time i heard my song on the radio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the first time i asked out a girl i saw on the street.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the first time someone said "holy shi*t, you WROTE that?!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...not "weird", so much as memorable i guess...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Q: Why are you constantly looking down in every photo? ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A: ha. this is a running joke i have with my parents. i think it's because i dont really like getting my picture taken very much, so i end up liking photos where you can't see much of my face. however, im getting new photos taken (for my new website) and i promise to have at least ONE where you can see what I look like. although, please dont hold me to that...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Q: Do you ever google yourself and think 'wow that's a really ugly/great picture of me'?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A: ...Yes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Q: So.... Unbreakable....*cough cough* Youtube *cough*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A: i did it i did it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watchv=6AqRrz2rdvs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Q: Do you ever google yourself and think 'wow that's a really ugly/great picture of me'?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A: ..yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Q: what size shoes do you wear?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A: right foot: 10.5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;left foot: 12&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i know. its weird.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Q: Honestly, if you're having a bad day do you usually try to make it better or sulk for the rest of the day?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A: honestly, if im in a bad mood, i usually commit to it. i find that there's nothing worse than getting upset about something, and THEN beating yourself up for being upset. if you want to be mad, be mad. if you want to be sad, be sad. don't fight it. it's part of being a person. just dont let it run your life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Q: Do you get freaked out when you’re in the dark?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A: i used to when i was little, but i like darkness now. i'm much more a night owl than a morning person, so im comfortable sitting in the dark (aka right now.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Q: You have a really sexy voice :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A: thanks. it's taken me years of not knowing how to sing to get here. so i appreciate it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Q: last question and after you answer this I will never bother you again. (promise) Do you ever feel jealous with Kyle?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A: jealous of kyle? constantly. because he's taller than me, and wears infinitely cooler pants.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think people should stop asking him about Kyle. it's not fair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37352758-8471543014860344188?l=realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/8471543014860344188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/8471543014860344188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com/2010/12/love-jesse_8885.html' title='love jesse'/><author><name>peiyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954727757762494802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37352758.post-4852300023254932398</id><published>2010-12-22T23:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T10:26:07.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>teenage dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;oh........i realised i forgot to mention. yest while shopping, i decided to check my email. found out that i won the Utt Meet &amp;amp; Greet thing. ah hah. HOW EXCITING! HEHEHE. the last time i met him was during the f1 period. 2 years ago. freak. that's long. but it didnt feel as long, but it's that long. MM.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;um. oh yea. so as i was saying, home time was another adventure. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so, i got home at 11pm. showered and i used the comp till like, 2am, thinking i can survive until Federer's exhibition match at 330. i'm physically tired. but still got presents to wrap and cards to make. urgh. did those and decided to go sleep at 240am. woke up at 430 instead of 330. tried to do some live streaming but it didnt run too smoothly so i was watching tennis in the dark for awhile, thinking whether i should just go back to bed. stayed on anyway and watched Fed won his match at 6am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TRJDon9ex7I/AAAAAAAAHIo/PfYpezYqIYI/s1600/IMG_0353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TRJDon9ex7I/AAAAAAAAHIo/PfYpezYqIYI/s200/IMG_0353.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553575655701923762" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TRJDpARw7HI/AAAAAAAAHIw/KZ0lka2ApSo/s200/IMG_0356.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553575662229449842" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;went to make my mango pudding for the picnic. pretty easy. had Eric Dill's Leaving You Lonely to accompany me. went back to bed. woke up at 8+am to check on it and put it in the fridge. finally woke up at 10am to pack up my stuff/bag. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TRJDp_-5t_I/AAAAAAAAHI4/ycUoTUGMmF4/s1600/IMG_0359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TRJDp_-5t_I/AAAAAAAAHI4/ycUoTUGMmF4/s200/IMG_0359.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553575679330203634" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TRJDqsrGypI/AAAAAAAAHJA/I1al5Kdi-1Q/s200/IMG_0362.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553575691326769810" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TRJDq79rRdI/AAAAAAAAHJI/RAzStNcrsaI/s200/IMG_0366.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553575695431189970" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TRJInUYba7I/AAAAAAAAHKQ/JCOm5G68xK8/s1600/IMG_0370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TRJInUYba7I/AAAAAAAAHKQ/JCOm5G68xK8/s200/IMG_0370.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553581130824510386" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fast forward, met Win at the crossroads. just nice. no need to wait for each other. settled on a spot and we ate. yum sushi. it wasnt well made though. the shop i mean. the quality is pretty bad. but i was hungry. so we sat there and talked for a couple of hours. dont know how we manage that as well. :) Dawn came later to join us and then it started to rain. we kinda discussed about JnR's webpage under the shelter. left for the cathay soon after!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TRJEoliHgEI/AAAAAAAAHJQ/XUyadJFx-Fw/s1600/IMG_0372.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TRJEoliHgEI/AAAAAAAAHJQ/XUyadJFx-Fw/s200/IMG_0372.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553576754561908802" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TRJEo7b0foI/AAAAAAAAHJY/esDIgQysJbA/s200/IMG_0377.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553576760441077378" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TRJEpdf04RI/AAAAAAAAHJg/XzFrvp8UZvk/s1600/IMG_0378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TRJEpdf04RI/AAAAAAAAHJg/XzFrvp8UZvk/s200/IMG_0378.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553576769584685330" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TRJEpjkB63I/AAAAAAAAHJo/trHvQX14l7Q/s200/IMG_0380.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553576771212929906" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i got kind of nervous as time goes by. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dont ask me why. i dont know why either. it's not my first time seeing him and i just try my best not to be overwhelmed by his presence! he tweeted he's late. and finally he came with Egan. :) and they sat behind us. i really had no idea how to go into the conversation. did anyway with a little help from Dawn's courage. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;I GOT TO SIT BESIDE UTTSADA. woohoo. &lt;/b&gt;haha cheap thrill. but it felt nice ok! #teenage dream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was a little awkward. cause nobody's really wanted to talk so utt had to initiate questions to get us talking. AND HE BOUGHT US B&amp;amp;J ICECREAM. cheap thrill no.2. took polaroids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i managed to talk to Egan for awhile. apparently he remembers me. at least, he knows i tweeted at him. photoshoot. MM. yea that's legendary. and i told him i saw him at the Vettel Puma event!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TRJFORI-MvI/AAAAAAAAHJ4/BZsYC8tI57M/s1600/IMG_0398.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TRJFORI-MvI/AAAAAAAAHJ4/BZsYC8tI57M/s320/IMG_0398.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553577401922761458" style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sat back down to talk somemore. i decided to show utt my magazine. HAHA it's legendary too. seriously. i was thinking this morning whether i should go find it, and whether i would be able to find it. got it! it's LIME, Aug 2002. he signed it for me and that was the first time i ever got to see him. i remember it was Suntec City and he was doing the MTVAsia Awards roadshow with Carrie Chong, giving out tickets. i literally had to chase after him to get it signed cause they were leaving so hastily. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he was kinda shocked when he saw it. as in, he never expected anyone to still have it i guess. well, yea and from his mouth he said, 'wow it's in mint condition.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TRJFPDEnEYI/AAAAAAAAHKI/ylVeTfwg7qU/s1600/IMG_0387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TRJFPDEnEYI/AAAAAAAAHKI/ylVeTfwg7qU/s320/IMG_0387.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553577415326241154" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;more photo-taking. mm. he signed my magazine again. HAHA! and then our polaroids. while he was doing so, i asked whether he remember the last time i met him. i said it was a photoshoot and he gave me an eyebrow. haha then i said, it wasnt very glamorous and i'm not really proud of it! he asked, why and i said cos it was sleazy. he actually got it and said, was it the Orchard Towers one? YES. ok he was walking behind me then and he finally got it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"The bananas? OH. HAHA"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"yes the banana."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yea the banana. :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i got the last hug from him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TRJFO89HffI/AAAAAAAAHKA/ZWuW1vnA3hA/s1600/IMG_0396.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TRJFO89HffI/AAAAAAAAHKA/ZWuW1vnA3hA/s320/IMG_0396.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553577413684198898" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37352758-4852300023254932398?l=realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/4852300023254932398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/4852300023254932398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com/2010/12/teenage-dream.html' title='teenage dream'/><author><name>peiyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954727757762494802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TRJDon9ex7I/AAAAAAAAHIo/PfYpezYqIYI/s72-c/IMG_0353.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37352758.post-3173125759426036605</id><published>2010-12-21T23:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T03:01:41.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'>that much closer to rocher tau huey</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TRIzBW-_GJI/AAAAAAAAHII/hIqrQTBT0gg/s1600/IMG_0338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TRIzBW-_GJI/AAAAAAAAHII/hIqrQTBT0gg/s320/IMG_0338.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553557388943890578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;honestly, i havent had rocher tau huey before. yea beat that. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, i went to develop some photos. walked all the wayyyyyyy to woodlands mart from my house. eh? woodlands MART. ok nvm. HEH. that's freaking far. all in the name to save on bus fee. so afterwards i met up with keng in the afternoon to do some personal/xmas shopping. i dont think i've gone shopping with keng before! but ok, that's not the point. i had BK. ahhhhh mushroom swiss. yums.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we went here there everywhere. then we landed at far east for some reason. met up with some of keng's church friends. nice :) and later we trained to dhoby, got more zabalang stuff and met yixian! gongcha-ed and walked to the chicken rice stall IN FRONT OF rocher tau huey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that was the nearest i had with rocher tau huey. LOL how sad. we were too full to go next door for dessert. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;keng had to leave for her skype meeting while xian and i took a walk to OG bugis. we attempt. and succeeded. HAHA not bad! it actually feels quite good when you take on adventurous walks like these and successfully end up at the place we intend to go. especially when it's at night, i feel more accomplished.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TRJKuT38GkI/AAAAAAAAHKY/rqzGBUehRLQ/s1600/IMG_0346.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TRJKuT38GkI/AAAAAAAAHKY/rqzGBUehRLQ/s200/IMG_0346.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553583449970580034" style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it freaking look like a BB can. smart phone ah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;never been so overwhelmed by the amount of pink in one area. barbie, dora, and something else. woah, that was like too much pink man. i searched high and low and i couldnt find my dear friend's Marie the cat. at the last leap of faith, i actually saw it. HAH. ok not bad. made it just in time for counter close. went to nat lib to return book and it's home time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TRJKum9Xu9I/AAAAAAAAHKg/jQ9KBDdrAWA/s1600/IMG_0347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TRJKum9Xu9I/AAAAAAAAHKg/jQ9KBDdrAWA/s200/IMG_0347.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553583455093636050" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;largest envelope and i was thinking what is it. OH SYOG. ah hah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this big envelop and registered service for 2 pieces of paper. thanks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;woah. home time is another adventure itself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37352758-3173125759426036605?l=realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/3173125759426036605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/3173125759426036605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com/2010/12/that-much-closer-to-rocher-tau-huey.html' title='that much closer to rocher tau huey'/><author><name>peiyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954727757762494802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TRIzBW-_GJI/AAAAAAAAHII/hIqrQTBT0gg/s72-c/IMG_0338.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37352758.post-4870313651940232934</id><published>2010-12-19T14:57:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T15:57:39.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'>would you erase me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TQ22AT6SltI/AAAAAAAAHHI/fl0_pRAeQrA/s320/eternal_sunshine_spotless_mind.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552294032078706386" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boy i miss you so much&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;really, this is crazy. sometimes i appreciate that i dont have time on my hands because it allows me not to think about you. that's the only thing i love about the busy school schedule. it's a buffer against you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i realised that, when i dont go online, dont stay at home, i dont think of you that much. and you can of course imagine the opposite. believe me, you're on my mind all the time. ALL THE TIME.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just to clarify, 'being on my mind' and 'thinking of you' is not the same. you can be on my mind but i may not be thinking about you. but yes, usually it's co-existent. and now i realised you've got an uncanny resemblance to Michael Grant Terry. Wendell. see? even watching tv reminds me of you. WHAT. IS. GOING. ON?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i just cant believe you're so so far away. sometimes i see you on skype. but you're always on mobile, which is equivalent that you're not on. because you're online on your phone, which you probably dont check. it's no use. but still, i still like it when you name pops on my screen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;honestly, now i cant explain how i can feel that kind of joy yesterday. i dont know what i feel. so much. believe me when i say that i've felt all kinds of emotions for you. yes even hate. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wished my life was like the Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind. someone just please, erase him off my mind. it's killing me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37352758-4870313651940232934?l=realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/4870313651940232934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/4870313651940232934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com/2010/12/would-you-erase-me.html' title='would you erase me?'/><author><name>peiyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954727757762494802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TQ22AT6SltI/AAAAAAAAHHI/fl0_pRAeQrA/s72-c/eternal_sunshine_spotless_mind.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37352758.post-4279688790809710799</id><published>2010-12-19T02:32:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T02:53:04.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>but you've always been my hero, even though you've lost your mind</title><content type='html'>I can't tell you what it really is.&lt;br /&gt;I can only tell you what it feels like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;And right now, it's a steel knife in my windpipe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't breathe, but I still fight while I can fight.&lt;br /&gt;As long as the wrong feels right it's like I'm in flight.&lt;br /&gt;High off her love, drunk from my hate, it's like I'm huffin' paint.&lt;br /&gt;And I love it, the more I suffer, I suffocate.&lt;br /&gt;And right before I'm about to drown, she resuscitates me,&lt;br /&gt;She fuckin' hates me, and I love it.&lt;br /&gt;"Wait, where you goin'?"&lt;br /&gt;"I'm leavin' you!"&lt;br /&gt;"No you ain't! Come back!"&lt;br /&gt;We're runnin' right back, here we go again!&lt;br /&gt;It's so insane, cause when it's goin' good, it's goin' great.&lt;br /&gt;I'm Superman with the wind at his back, she's Lois Lane.&lt;br /&gt;But when it's bad it's awful, I feel so ashamed.&lt;br /&gt;I snap, &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;"Who's that dude? I don't even know his name."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laid hands on her, I'll never stood so low again.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I don't know my own strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You ever love somebody so much, you can barely breathe.&lt;br /&gt;When you with 'em you meet, and neither one of you even know what hit 'em.&lt;br /&gt;Got that warm fuzzy feeling, yeah them chills used to get 'em.&lt;br /&gt;Now you're getting fuckin' sick of lookin' at 'em.&lt;br /&gt;You swore you'd never hit 'em, never do nothin' to hurt 'em.&lt;br /&gt;Now you're in each other's face, spewin' venom in your words when you spit 'em.&lt;br /&gt;You push pull each other's hair, scratch claw,&lt;br /&gt;Hit 'em, throw 'em down, pin 'em, so lost in the moments when you're in 'em.&lt;br /&gt;It's the rage that's the culprit, controls you both.&lt;br /&gt;So they say it's best to go your separate ways.&lt;br /&gt;Guess that they don't know ya, &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;'cause today, that was yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday is over, it's a different day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sound like broken records playin' over,&lt;br /&gt;But you promised her, next time you'll show restraint&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;You don't get another chance.&lt;br /&gt;Life is no Nintendo game,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; but you lied again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Now you get to watch her leave out the window.&lt;br /&gt;Guess that's why they call it window pane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know we said things, did things, that we didn't mean.&lt;br /&gt;And we fall back into the same patterns, same routine.&lt;br /&gt;But your temper's just as bad as mine is, you're the same as me.&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to love you're just as blinded.&lt;br /&gt;Baby please come back! It wasn't you, baby, it was me!&lt;br /&gt;Maybe our relationship isn't as crazy as it seems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Maybe that's what happens when a tornado meets a volcano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I know is I love you too much, to walk away though.&lt;br /&gt;Come inside, pick up the bags off the sidewalk!&lt;br /&gt;Don't you hear sincerity in my voice when I talk?&lt;br /&gt;Told you this is my fault, look me in the eyeball!&lt;br /&gt;Next time I'm pissed I'll aim my fist at the dry wall!&lt;br /&gt;Next time? There won't be no next time!&lt;br /&gt;I apologize, even though I know it's lies!&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of the games! I just want her back! I know I'm a liar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;If she ever tries to fuckin' leave again,&lt;br /&gt;I'ma tie her to the bed and set this house on fire!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, you wake, a sunray hits your face&lt;br /&gt;smeared makeup as we lay in the wake of destruction&lt;br /&gt;hush baby, speak softly, tell me I’ll be sorry that you&lt;br /&gt;pushed me into the coffee table last night so I can push you off me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;try and touch me so I can scream at you not to touch me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;run out the room and I’ll follow you like a lost puppy&lt;br /&gt;baby, without you, I’m nothing, I’m so lost, hug me&lt;br /&gt;then tell me how ugly I am, but that you’ll always love me&lt;br /&gt;then after that, shove me, in the aftermath of the&lt;br /&gt;destructive path that we’re on, two psychopaths &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;but we&lt;br /&gt;know that no matter how many knives we put in each other’s backs&lt;br /&gt;that we’ll have each other’s backs, ’cause we’re that lucky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;together, we move mountains, let’s not make mountains out of molehills,&lt;br /&gt;you hit me twice, yeah, but who’s countin’&lt;br /&gt;I may have hit you three times, I’m startin’ to lose count&lt;br /&gt;but together, we’ll live forever, we found the youth fountain&lt;br /&gt;our love is crazy, we’re nuts, but I refused counselin’&lt;br /&gt;this house is too huge, if you move out I’ll burn all two thousand&lt;br /&gt;square feet of it to the ground, ain’t shit you can do about it&lt;br /&gt;with you I’m in my fuckin’ mind, without you, I’m out it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em's so amazing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37352758-4279688790809710799?l=realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/4279688790809710799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/4279688790809710799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-cant-tell-you-what-it-really-is.html' title='but you&apos;ve always been my hero, even though you&apos;ve lost your mind'/><author><name>peiyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954727757762494802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37352758.post-6348649062189499718</id><published>2010-12-19T01:55:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T17:29:33.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>hee. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i came back and was browsing the fb timeline. i saw that he changed his display picture! WOAH. hee. how did he know i like men in suits? :D his hair was nicely combed. but i really do prefer his messy one. looks like he used a lot of wax. HAHA &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i remember i asked him how his hair was able to stand like that? and he said wax. then i asked, what for you wax your hair on the rig when there's nobody to see you? and he said, he wouldnt be able to see if he didnt cause it's too long. HAH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok i dont know why i'm feeling kinda high/happy right now. no i'm not drunk. i should be feeling sad and missing him cause i havent talked to him in awhile. ok it has not been the longest time, i should get a grip of myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT STILL FEELING HAPPY TO SEE A NEW PICTURE OF HIM! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;read through 13hrs worth of tweets. utt and nat ho are damn cute la. poor nat woke up this morning and found puke on his car door. :( ok let me go copy their tweets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;@iamnatho: Someone puked on my car door! WTH!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;@uttsada: @iamnatho Sry was wasted! I thought the car looked familiar... I'll pay for the wash k?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;@iamnatho: @uttsada Somehow u were on my list of suspects, bro. Can I just buy a new car and claim from u? Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CUTES. i love twitter man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH. and JaredS replied me! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;@fan_peiyi: black boots black boots black boots. :D @scharffishere&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;@scharffishere: @fan_peiyi black bootzz!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok sorry if you dont understand twitter language. but twitter is AWESOME man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TQ3OJhDe-NI/AAAAAAAAHHg/7QoJLVTo3N8/s1600/IMG_0306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TQ3OJhDe-NI/AAAAAAAAHHg/7QoJLVTo3N8/s200/IMG_0306.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552320578504816850" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TQ3OJxJsTrI/AAAAAAAAHHo/gVpkLzinj1k/s200/IMG_0307.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552320582825823922" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;had a great day out with Zhising before she leaves for Shanghai tmr. got to watch Voyage La Vie finally! Jonathan Leong's vocal is WOAH. haha he's good. and i'm proud that he's where he is now. the contortionist totally scares me. he's so skinny. and of course, flexible. he placed his butt on his head. HE PLACED HIS BUTT ON HIS HEAD WTH. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TQ3OyNpvBKI/AAAAAAAAHHw/v84BSOuQDxQ/s1600/IMG_0286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TQ3OyNpvBKI/AAAAAAAAHHw/v84BSOuQDxQ/s320/IMG_0286.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552321277671179426" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it was our 地盘 9mths ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we had a little walk around RWS. reminiscing. we used to do this, used to do that, hey that's still here and hey they changed it away! i kinda miss the Porte Coche, the place where we would run on the smooth tiles and slide on it. what kids. the Galleria used to be more fun. but now it's not waxed/smooth anymore. and there's too many things on the floor. no fun sliding. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Victoria Secret totally amazed us. they just brought in so much more range! and we saw a laptop bag. OMG. freak nice. tempted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TQ3QW6kDGeI/AAAAAAAAHH4/KmpRvydhxJ0/s1600/IMG_0305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TQ3QW6kDGeI/AAAAAAAAHH4/KmpRvydhxJ0/s200/IMG_0305.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552323007713843682" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TQ3QXHHgcxI/AAAAAAAAHIA/q12NzE2YQrM/s200/IMG_0300.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552323011083793170" style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;before LaVie we went to walk around Festive Grand. woah this shop. Candylicious. competition for Hershey's. totally beat Hershey's hands down! they've got loads of candies. it's crazy. we didnt even go to Hershey's in fact. HAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;been thinking about how to do my 21st. sing just gave me more ideas. awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;awesome day chillaxing with sing. :) WE HOW TIGHT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TQ3OJITpDqI/AAAAAAAAHHQ/qjGdstQtGsQ/s200/IMG_0292.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552320571861700258" style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tell me i'm crazy. i'm still smelling black glutinous rice dessert on my hand. WHICH VICTORIA SECRET PERFUME SO STRONG! i love it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37352758-6348649062189499718?l=realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/6348649062189499718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/6348649062189499718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com/2010/12/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>peiyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954727757762494802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TQ3OJhDe-NI/AAAAAAAAHHg/7QoJLVTo3N8/s72-c/IMG_0306.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37352758.post-232205288676055307</id><published>2010-12-18T00:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T01:39:15.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dear john</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TQuceoDdxDI/AAAAAAAAHFw/hTh4P0K5bkw/s1600/Screen%2Bshot%2B2010-12-17%2Bat%2BPM%2B10.32.05.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TQuceoDdxDI/AAAAAAAAHFw/hTh4P0K5bkw/s320/Screen%2Bshot%2B2010-12-17%2Bat%2BPM%2B10.32.05.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551703015626228786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TQuceoDdxDI/AAAAAAAAHFw/hTh4P0K5bkw/s1600/Screen%2Bshot%2B2010-12-17%2Bat%2BPM%2B10.32.05.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TQuce01HNbI/AAAAAAAAHF4/_rKsJbFrbn8/s320/Screen%2Bshot%2B2010-12-17%2Bat%2BPM%2B10.34.12.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551703019055691186" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TQucfEL0iMI/AAAAAAAAHGA/ST5FHMDiFYc/s320/Screen%2Bshot%2B2010-12-17%2Bat%2BPM%2B10.37.39.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551703023177468098" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TQucfVpGDfI/AAAAAAAAHGI/EyGfaLve9Uc/s320/Screen%2Bshot%2B2010-12-17%2Bat%2BPM%2B10.39.50.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551703027863653874" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TQucfnY1-JI/AAAAAAAAHGQ/8qSxkTa2CFI/s320/Screen%2Bshot%2B2010-12-17%2Bat%2BPM%2B10.46.31.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551703032627329170" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TQueFq5QnQI/AAAAAAAAHGg/6hk53jasmrw/s1600/Screen%2Bshot%2B2010-12-17%2Bat%2BPM%2B11.18.54.png"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TQueFq5QnQI/AAAAAAAAHGg/6hk53jasmrw/s320/Screen%2Bshot%2B2010-12-17%2Bat%2BPM%2B11.18.54.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551704785915256066" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;everything i love&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"problem with time i've learnt, whether it's the 2 weeks i've spent with you, or those final 2 months i got to spend with him, eventually time always runs out."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"no matter how many years go by, i know one thing to be as true as it ever was, i'll see you soon"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TQueFUuGH7I/AAAAAAAAHGY/FhavZ3qdWI8/s1600/Screen%2Bshot%2B2010-12-17%2Bat%2BPM%2B10.47.59.png"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TQueFUuGH7I/AAAAAAAAHGY/FhavZ3qdWI8/s320/Screen%2Bshot%2B2010-12-17%2Bat%2BPM%2B10.47.59.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551704779962851250" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TQueGDgYu8I/AAAAAAAAHGo/F8ecdltWMFA/s1600/Screen%2Bshot%2B2010-12-17%2Bat%2BPM%2B11.51.45.png"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TQueGDgYu8I/AAAAAAAAHGo/F8ecdltWMFA/s320/Screen%2Bshot%2B2010-12-17%2Bat%2BPM%2B11.51.45.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551704792521817026" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TQueGxcs7QI/AAAAAAAAHG4/ZUZHzOcX6Mw/s320/Screen%2Bshot%2B2010-12-18%2Bat%2BAM%2B12.51.02.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551704804854394114" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TQuePT6X2KI/AAAAAAAAHHA/yMklM644TsU/s320/Screen%2Bshot%2B2010-12-18%2Bat%2BAM%2B12.51.05.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551704951544600738" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TQueGW-0sGI/AAAAAAAAHGw/g8t4nnH6eKU/s1600/Screen%2Bshot%2B2010-12-18%2Bat%2BAM%2B01.02.37.png"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TQueGW-0sGI/AAAAAAAAHGw/g8t4nnH6eKU/s320/Screen%2Bshot%2B2010-12-18%2Bat%2BAM%2B01.02.37.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551704797749751906" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i love this place. but it's haunted, without you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's not always sad, i always know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amanda Seyfried is so so so talented&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i can probably relate to her pain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37352758-232205288676055307?l=realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/232205288676055307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/232205288676055307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com/2010/12/dear-john.html' title='dear john'/><author><name>peiyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954727757762494802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TQuceoDdxDI/AAAAAAAAHFw/hTh4P0K5bkw/s72-c/Screen%2Bshot%2B2010-12-17%2Bat%2BPM%2B10.32.05.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37352758.post-4647253782887232981</id><published>2010-12-17T21:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T21:39:46.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sam</title><content type='html'>URGHHHHHHHHH&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is the next cutest thing i've seen besides Agnes and her fluffy unicorn in Despicable Me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THIS IS REAL. but he's such a doll! :DDDDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 334px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TQtnvKPcU5I/AAAAAAAAHFo/dX5zmdX72A0/s400/35591_10150116963488465_292309963464_7569411_3590919_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551645025564906386" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AHHHHH CUTE TTM!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lotus Racing's dog. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37352758-4647253782887232981?l=realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/4647253782887232981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/4647253782887232981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com/2010/12/sam.html' title='Sam'/><author><name>peiyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954727757762494802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TQtnvKPcU5I/AAAAAAAAHFo/dX5zmdX72A0/s72-c/35591_10150116963488465_292309963464_7569411_3590919_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37352758.post-7013623699583825524</id><published>2010-12-17T01:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T02:37:48.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'>money never sleeps</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TQpcct_XUBI/AAAAAAAAHFg/RLAVrg2vENc/s1600/Screen%2Bshot%2B2010-12-17%2Bat%2BAM%2B02.15.12.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TQpcct_XUBI/AAAAAAAAHFg/RLAVrg2vENc/s320/Screen%2Bshot%2B2010-12-17%2Bat%2BAM%2B02.15.12.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551351139139014674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TQpcct_XUBI/AAAAAAAAHFg/RLAVrg2vENc/s1600/Screen%2Bshot%2B2010-12-17%2Bat%2BAM%2B02.15.12.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"you okay Lou?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"good day i'm okay. bad day i'm okay. what's the difference. do me a favour. dont ask me dumb questions."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"it's no fun anymore Jacob. i'm talking to some guy in Mumbai. Dumbai. i dont know what he's talking about, i dont know what he's selling i dont know who he is"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"maybe i've been in prison for too long. but sometimes it's the only safe place to stay sane and look out through those bars and say 'Hey! Is everybody out there nuts?'"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"the mother of all evil, is speculation"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"i remember visiting you when i was young, at the hospital, thinking how cool is this? my mother is saving lives."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"oh dont change the subject" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"i'm not changing the subject" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"i'm not saving any lives" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"yea but you did something and that's the point mum" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"i make more in a month now than the best years of my nursing." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"you made a difference" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"listen to the broker, preaching making a difference. ironic."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"bulls make money. bears make money. pigs they just get slaughtered"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"we're supposed to make each other feel safe, otherwise what's the point? it's gone Jake"&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"i miss you like crazy and i love you baby. i'm sorry"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"so i double dipped. who hasnt?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;finally finished Wall Street. it's, complicated. i didnt know what they were talking about before i went to wiki the plot. guess i really depended on subtitles. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;good show though. shall try watching the first one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37352758-7013623699583825524?l=realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/7013623699583825524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/7013623699583825524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com/2010/12/money-never-sleeps.html' title='money never sleeps'/><author><name>peiyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954727757762494802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TQpcct_XUBI/AAAAAAAAHFg/RLAVrg2vENc/s72-c/Screen%2Bshot%2B2010-12-17%2Bat%2BAM%2B02.15.12.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37352758.post-2603964640540733887</id><published>2010-12-16T22:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T22:22:03.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>how life sucks, when you miss the people more than they miss you. &lt;div&gt;why do i care so much when they dont? :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37352758-2603964640540733887?l=realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/2603964640540733887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/2603964640540733887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com/2010/12/how-life-sucks-when-you-miss-people.html' title=''/><author><name>peiyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954727757762494802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37352758.post-3205128328837072029</id><published>2010-12-16T01:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T01:17:35.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>:)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; color: rgb(182, 182, 182); line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;h2 id="posttitle_31175530" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; font-family: HelveticaNeue-Light, 'Helvetica Neue Light', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; color: rgb(214, 214, 214); font-size: 18px; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://aplusk.posterous.com/i-love-that-in-the-days-of-ipads-using-a-lapt" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(245, 217, 58); text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;I love that in the days of ipads using a laptop is old-school.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TQj39AgsveI/AAAAAAAAHFY/wVkmW0E0GSY/s320/p218.jpg.scaled1000.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550959168215367138" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37352758-3205128328837072029?l=realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/3205128328837072029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/3205128328837072029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-love-that-in-days-of-ipads-using.html' title=''/><author><name>peiyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954727757762494802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TQj39AgsveI/AAAAAAAAHFY/wVkmW0E0GSY/s72-c/p218.jpg.scaled1000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37352758.post-7198822430067182579</id><published>2010-12-15T11:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T12:03:49.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>imma take it from here</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TQg7Om5Ij8I/AAAAAAAAHFA/PRgfdFPRyFI/s1600/HowJustinTimberlakeReallyDidBringSexyBack.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 203px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TQg7Om5Ij8I/AAAAAAAAHFA/PRgfdFPRyFI/s320/HowJustinTimberlakeReallyDidBringSexyBack.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550751662878527426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TQg7Om5Ij8I/AAAAAAAAHFA/PRgfdFPRyFI/s1600/HowJustinTimberlakeReallyDidBringSexyBack.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm falling in love all over again. with Justin Timberlake. ooooooooh. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was watching the Sorcerer's Apprentice and i realised how much i love Nicolas Cage. then Yanyou said she's recently fell in love with JT. haha same sentiments. i've always liked him, right after Justified. maybe because Ellen loves him so much as well and he's always sweet. The Social Network rekindled my love for him, though he was a huge asshole on it and i hated him for that. BUT STILL! weakness for his curlies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TQg7O_6IpFI/AAAAAAAAHFI/g1jHEYLOp44/s320/justin%2Btimb%2521.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550751669593613394" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 220px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i never knew his Justified album sounds so good. i'm gonna go get it. YES I AM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;currently i'm really addicted to Take It From Here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i conclude that it's a great song for sex. i've never had a song in mind that i can put it into that category. i just found it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;listen and you'll know why. it's &lt;b&gt;very sexy&lt;/b&gt;. just like him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;curlies is turning 30. Jan 31&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i like talented boys. singer, actor, business man, model, philantropher, fashionista, golfer (HE'S A DAMN GOOD GOLFER).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PLEASE come for concert! &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="350" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Bw_uJrUWHPc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Bw_uJrUWHPc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="350" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TQg7PKzMenI/AAAAAAAAHFQ/Dm5fWC_eXHs/s320/Justin-Timberlake-Entertainment-Weekly-Social-Network-cover-2010.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550751672517294706" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i love nerd boys :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37352758-7198822430067182579?l=realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/7198822430067182579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/7198822430067182579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com/2010/12/imma-take-it-from-here.html' title='imma take it from here'/><author><name>peiyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954727757762494802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TQg7Om5Ij8I/AAAAAAAAHFA/PRgfdFPRyFI/s72-c/HowJustinTimberlakeReallyDidBringSexyBack.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37352758.post-5857961933299048244</id><published>2010-12-14T22:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T22:56:52.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i got distracted again when i heard of the news. i didnt know who exactly she was but, i feel for her. i can probably understand why she did it. his departure meant a lot to us, and it hurt us alot. it was hard for us to lose him, and it's only harder for her.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i cant imagine if....., yea. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm not her so i dont know whether that was a correct decision and i'm not in the position to judge as well. but, life is sacred. and i cannot safely say that we're in full control of our own lives. it's not exactly our own lives. "my life" revolves around so many other people. my decision have to be taken account on how it affects other people too. especially when my parents are still alive. letting them down and making them upset is just, unfilial and unnecessary. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the whole issue just reminds me about the wife and her Hilton husband. i wonder if that triggered her action? losing someone you love deeply must be painful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;do we hang on? or do we let go. i dont know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i just wish her the best and that she's by his side now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37352758-5857961933299048244?l=realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/5857961933299048244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/5857961933299048244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-got-distracted-again-when-i-heard-of.html' title=''/><author><name>peiyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954727757762494802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37352758.post-1281674569118579711</id><published>2010-12-13T23:45:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T00:37:15.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what are you doing now?</title><content type='html'>i remember that night. it was late on the rig. the boat schedule was screwed and i wasnt sure whether there's a boat for me to go back onshore. everyone onshore were gone. my phone was running flat. i took my bag, put on my gloves and climbed down the vertical ladder at 8+pm. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i reached the last vertical ladder. i didnt see any boat being docked. i was scared. i realised i didnt have nobody's number that was useful at that time. yelling for the captain wouldnt help. i look at the water underneath my feet. it was dark. i dont know what's in it. i'm always paranoid about dropping my phone through the gaps and having it 'blob' into the water. more so, i was afraid of dropping into the water.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i took out my phone anyway. i sent out a msg, to you. it was one of the rare times that it worked (have reception) i cant remember exactly what i said, but it was along the lines of "help ____ :( what you doing now?" something like that. then i just put my phone back into my breast pocket and climbed that last ladder. the boat was still docked far away. i wished it would come. miraculously, it came. i've never been so glad to see the Penta7 uncle. we had a small talk and he drove us back to shore. i fell asleep on the boat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no one at the pump room. i looked for my bike and rode it all the way back. i dont remember anyone being around in the yard and of course there wasnt anyone in the office. it's creepy. and i remember someone told me a ghost story about the office. i think it was Raj. HAHAHA yea.......i think i remember him telling me the story. imagination running wild again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;got on the cab, i reminded myself not to fall asleep just in case the driver decides to bring me somewhere else. i checked my phone. no reply. i got home and went to bathe. there was a msg when i came back to it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"i'm at Clarke Quay with -----" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh. ok. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;honestly, i was disappointed at that time. maybe cause im tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what are you doing now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37352758-1281674569118579711?l=realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/1281674569118579711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/1281674569118579711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com/2010/12/what-are-you-doing-now.html' title='what are you doing now?'/><author><name>peiyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954727757762494802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37352758.post-8916250943397527889</id><published>2010-12-12T12:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T14:15:36.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'>waiting in vain</title><content type='html'>would just like you to press play while you read this.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="350" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Wpyzmuv8e-c?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Wpyzmuv8e-c?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="350" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've been doing quite alot of people watching while being on the job. [thanks again keng! :)]&lt;div&gt;and i realised that people watching makes me sad. sometimes it's fun to see how ridiculous some of our fellow singaporeans are dressed, but mostly, it reminds me of things i miss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;been feeling a tad emotional lately. missing him a little. ok maybe not just a little. urgh. i thought i've gotten over this thing and i remember the things i said to myself about this situation just a couple of weeks ago. thinking back on these things, now i say to myself, how the hell did i come up with that conclusion then?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;while people watching, i see couples walking past. that reminds me of something he said then. he said something like, i'm totally a different person when i'm not working. i guess i never got the chance to see that change. he's in...another city of his country right now. work. it's always work. dont get me wrong, i like what he's doing. partly because of his work was why i was.....mm, charmed. i like that he's focused. but, i dont know what else to say. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a couple of days ago i said, i know what wish i'm gonna make on my 20th birthday. yea, i'm pretty sure that's what i want. god, i sound like such a sad little kid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i revamped my computer folders recently. it looks awesome. i've got this folder of a heart-shaped magnifying glass. it's called heart-to-find. that's the folder i got for him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37352758-8916250943397527889?l=realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/8916250943397527889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/8916250943397527889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com/2010/12/waiting-in-vain.html' title='waiting in vain'/><author><name>peiyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954727757762494802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37352758.post-8139650307347960855</id><published>2010-12-12T01:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T11:56:39.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'>for one more day</title><content type='html'>i've been reading this book, "For One More Day" by Mitch Albom these 2 days. it was keng's book and im really glad she lent it to me and that i took the first step on giving the book a try. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i didnt think much of it because i was too lazy to read the back of the book to find out what's it about. i read the first page of the book. and i shut it back. i didnt quite like it's..colloquial style. it was too narrative even for me. then i realised how fast i could read it. then i decided i should give it a try since it's easy. ok i'm rambling too much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i like how the main character, Chick, reminisces about his mother and family when he was a child. he tried to kill himself twice but finds it unsuccessful. instead, he continues heading over to his hometown and when he got to his childhood home, he finds his mum who has been dead for 8 years, alive in front of him again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;here's probably my favourite paragraph:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"There are many things in my life that I wish I could take back. Many moments I would recast. But the one I would change just one would not be for me but for my daughter, Maria, who came looking for her grandmother that Sunday afternoon and found her sprawled on the bedroom floor. She tried to wake her. She started screaming. She raced in and out of the room, torn between yelling for help and not leaving her alone. That never should have happened. She was only a kid."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there are so many other sentences that i like, but mm. i dont know where is it in the book now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i had a chat with warren before i went to bed. talking to him is nice. he's a friend that i've never met before. i mean, i know how he looks like and he probably does the same for me but i've never met him in person. my internet friend. strange enough, i cannot remember at all how we got to know each other. i think it's something to do with my interest in Beckham. and...probably friendster. i dont know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so anyway, our convo. he was watching iron man. AGAIN. for dont know the how many times already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;py: am i distracting you from your robert downey jr?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wh: lol nono im still watching it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just looking down every so often to type&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;py: multi-tasking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wh: dam right, who says men cant do this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;py: HAHAHAHA nice argument you've got there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok i should really save you the trouble of looking down now and then. shall go to bed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;chat another time :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wh: haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.25&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sounds about bed time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;good night :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;py: it's probably way past normal bed time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok bye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok it doesnt sound that interesting right now. but at 2am, it was pretty funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37352758-8139650307347960855?l=realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/8139650307347960855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/8139650307347960855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com/2010/12/for-one-more-day.html' title='for one more day'/><author><name>peiyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954727757762494802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37352758.post-5409912318630234462</id><published>2010-12-08T21:48:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T23:08:09.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A+K flood</title><content type='html'>keng, this is for you.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YOU CANNOT SAY THAT THE SCREENSHOTS ARE NOT AWESOME!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because they are. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TP-YENNVqSI/AAAAAAAAHBo/Ao_DOZZJ5y0/s320/Screen%2Bshot%2B2010-12-07%2Bat%2BPM%2B03.43.27.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548320463976245538" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TP-YEgJCryI/AAAAAAAAHBw/IydLULNRrKQ/s320/Screen%2Bshot%2B2010-12-07%2Bat%2BPM%2B03.43.32.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548320469058498338" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TP-YFVxy1uI/AAAAAAAAHB4/_O3W_il2Coo/s320/Screen%2Bshot%2B2010-12-07%2Bat%2BPM%2B03.44.38.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548320483456505570" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TP-YF_T7m8I/AAAAAAAAHCA/T1TSetLzxxM/s1600/Screen%2Bshot%2B2010-12-07%2Bat%2BPM%2B03.44.43.png"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TP-YF_T7m8I/AAAAAAAAHCA/T1TSetLzxxM/s320/Screen%2Bshot%2B2010-12-07%2Bat%2BPM%2B03.44.43.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548320494605540290" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TP-YGcQ9fiI/AAAAAAAAHCI/6JJbTt36bqM/s1600/Screen%2Bshot%2B2010-12-07%2Bat%2BPM%2B03.45.10.png"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TP-YGcQ9fiI/AAAAAAAAHCI/6JJbTt36bqM/s320/Screen%2Bshot%2B2010-12-07%2Bat%2BPM%2B03.45.10.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548320502377709090" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i love this shot the most! :)))))))))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TP-Yv5mhahI/AAAAAAAAHCQ/QTnmjHKnR1s/s1600/Screen%2Bshot%2B2010-12-07%2Bat%2BPM%2B03.46.13.png"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TP-Yv5mhahI/AAAAAAAAHCQ/QTnmjHKnR1s/s320/Screen%2Bshot%2B2010-12-07%2Bat%2BPM%2B03.46.13.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548321214627408402" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TP-YwJP2YOI/AAAAAAAAHCY/0UH5vqRXo4U/s1600/Screen%2Bshot%2B2010-12-07%2Bat%2BPM%2B03.48.45.png"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TP-YwJP2YOI/AAAAAAAAHCY/0UH5vqRXo4U/s320/Screen%2Bshot%2B2010-12-07%2Bat%2BPM%2B03.48.45.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548321218827280610" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TP-Yww52CrI/AAAAAAAAHCg/J6FZt3Cx77I/s320/Screen%2Bshot%2B2010-12-07%2Bat%2BPM%2B03.48.48.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548321229472402098" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TP-YxGPgF1I/AAAAAAAAHCo/qTBsJ1gqoDk/s1600/Screen%2Bshot%2B2010-12-07%2Bat%2BPM%2B03.51.50.png"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TP-YxGPgF1I/AAAAAAAAHCo/qTBsJ1gqoDk/s320/Screen%2Bshot%2B2010-12-07%2Bat%2BPM%2B03.51.50.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548321235200382802" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TP-YxuMcrzI/AAAAAAAAHCw/0x_MWIhYSM0/s320/Screen%2Bshot%2B2010-12-07%2Bat%2BPM%2B03.56.10.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548321245924994866" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TP-ZeyAYrbI/AAAAAAAAHC4/t7D4rG5AQ9A/s1600/Screen%2Bshot%2B2010-12-07%2Bat%2BPM%2B03.56.30.png"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TP-ZeyAYrbI/AAAAAAAAHC4/t7D4rG5AQ9A/s320/Screen%2Bshot%2B2010-12-07%2Bat%2BPM%2B03.56.30.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548322020042255794" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(poke poke)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TP-ZfbEBYEI/AAAAAAAAHDA/heLZ7zyF82g/s320/Screen%2Bshot%2B2010-12-07%2Bat%2BPM%2B03.56.36.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548322031063359554" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(pretends to be asleep)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TP-Zf7iGIFI/AAAAAAAAHDI/l-aVdqemL_g/s320/Screen%2Bshot%2B2010-12-07%2Bat%2BPM%2B03.56.37.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548322039779434578" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*STARE*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAHAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TP-ZgAbdqYI/AAAAAAAAHDQ/vWZ8g0I7aMc/s320/Screen%2Bshot%2B2010-12-07%2Bat%2BPM%2B03.56.53.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548322041093794178" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ok i lied. he's got a nice back. if not i wouldnt have screenshot it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TP-ZgqC0CbI/AAAAAAAAHDY/XnrG5L9wI8s/s1600/Screen%2Bshot%2B2010-12-07%2Bat%2BPM%2B04.08.03.png"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TP-ZgqC0CbI/AAAAAAAAHDY/XnrG5L9wI8s/s320/Screen%2Bshot%2B2010-12-07%2Bat%2BPM%2B04.08.03.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548322052264692146" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TP-aOKU7iDI/AAAAAAAAHDg/pBU7Hp7f1LM/s320/Screen%2Bshot%2B2010-12-07%2Bat%2BPM%2B04.08.13.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548322834024728626" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;FUNNIEST SCENE EVER.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;where got people like that hold the gun one!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TP-aOm9RrEI/AAAAAAAAHDo/hUkF3-QBXcg/s320/Screen%2Bshot%2B2010-12-07%2Bat%2BPM%2B04.20.30.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548322841710144578" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TP-aPO4zA3I/AAAAAAAAHDw/BfAorkwwKdI/s1600/Screen%2Bshot%2B2010-12-07%2Bat%2BPM%2B04.20.45.png"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TP-aPO4zA3I/AAAAAAAAHDw/BfAorkwwKdI/s320/Screen%2Bshot%2B2010-12-07%2Bat%2BPM%2B04.20.45.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548322852428776306" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TP-aPmipb0I/AAAAAAAAHD4/HRv3o9UgsUE/s320/Screen%2Bshot%2B2010-12-07%2Bat%2BPM%2B04.20.55.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548322858778324802" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TP-aQZ4uZFI/AAAAAAAAHEA/cb0OWQN4_-4/s1600/Screen%2Bshot%2B2010-12-07%2Bat%2BPM%2B04.24.14.png"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TP-aQZ4uZFI/AAAAAAAAHEA/cb0OWQN4_-4/s320/Screen%2Bshot%2B2010-12-07%2Bat%2BPM%2B04.24.14.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548322872561132626" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TP-cDsQe7nI/AAAAAAAAHEI/hTAEaxikrQA/s320/Screen%2Bshot%2B2010-12-07%2Bat%2BPM%2B04.24.16.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548324853177577074" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i love his look here. toilet scene! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TP-cEHYsuTI/AAAAAAAAHEQ/nP_ZfNkRciQ/s1600/Screen%2Bshot%2B2010-12-07%2Bat%2BPM%2B04.25.10.png"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TP-cEHYsuTI/AAAAAAAAHEQ/nP_ZfNkRciQ/s320/Screen%2Bshot%2B2010-12-07%2Bat%2BPM%2B04.25.10.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548324860459792690" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TP-cEotywrI/AAAAAAAAHEY/h20rlGOfzSM/s320/Screen%2Bshot%2B2010-12-07%2Bat%2BPM%2B04.26.39.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548324869406638770" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TP-cFBAqndI/AAAAAAAAHEg/tdFa3J1x8Gs/s1600/Screen%2Bshot%2B2010-12-07%2Bat%2BPM%2B04.41.24.png"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TP-cFBAqndI/AAAAAAAAHEg/tdFa3J1x8Gs/s320/Screen%2Bshot%2B2010-12-07%2Bat%2BPM%2B04.41.24.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548324875928247762" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TP-cFuuHUaI/AAAAAAAAHEo/v4og3gfJ958/s320/Screen%2Bshot%2B2010-12-07%2Bat%2BPM%2B04.41.33.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548324888198468002" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TP-ez-5qOeI/AAAAAAAAHEw/fW5hLysfzYs/s1600/Screen%2Bshot%2B2010-12-07%2Bat%2BPM%2B04.43.47.png"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TP-ez-5qOeI/AAAAAAAAHEw/fW5hLysfzYs/s320/Screen%2Bshot%2B2010-12-07%2Bat%2BPM%2B04.43.47.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548327881839098338" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;sigh. i love ashtonk!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37352758-5409912318630234462?l=realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/5409912318630234462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/5409912318630234462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com/2010/12/ak-flood.html' title='A+K flood'/><author><name>peiyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954727757762494802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TP-YENNVqSI/AAAAAAAAHBo/Ao_DOZZJ5y0/s72-c/Screen%2Bshot%2B2010-12-07%2Bat%2BPM%2B03.43.27.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37352758.post-8038024408625745811</id><published>2010-12-06T11:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T12:48:21.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stand chart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TQBeoTX-89I/AAAAAAAAHE4/OWA_fWGzepM/s1600/68541_467611684925_649909925_5875281_6796926_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TQBeoTX-89I/AAAAAAAAHE4/OWA_fWGzepM/s320/68541_467611684925_649909925_5875281_6796926_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548538787409097682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TQBeoTX-89I/AAAAAAAAHE4/OWA_fWGzepM/s1600/68541_467611684925_649909925_5875281_6796926_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg i was damn tired.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;saturday, i went for RICE meeting. then i went to meet someone to get my textbook. then i went for tuition. then i went home for dinner, showered, nua-ed abit and went out for the Stand Chart volunteering. seriously think i'm damn brave. HAHAHAHA didnt sign up with anyone. when i wanna do something and maybe no one wanna do it with me, i'll still do it. i kickass. haha ok enough of boosting my own ego.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and it's things like this, when you thought you're alone but then something surprises you. i met huilin. :) we hung out and spent the day/night with her friends. which was pretty nice actually! made new friends. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we packed so so SO many welfare packs. they said there was 2000 of them? i felt like a robot. it was the epitome of a human chain. crazy shit. after doing that, we nua-ed somemore until about, 1+am/2am where the volunteers came in. i think they're crazy. coming at that kind of time. i mean, it's not the volunteers who are crazy. it's just the arrangement. but i guess there's no other choice, since the race starts at 5am. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i thought it would be easy for me to last through the night since i can sleep at 4am without feeling tired. BUT NO. it was damn boring cause there's really not much things to do there and the boredom was killing me. we went for walks and nua-ed at places. i was so glad to see the sun again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;took a much needed nap at about 9am. the management is just god-damn lousy seriously. i dont know what all these poly students are doing. where's the flexibility? we were practically done by 8am and they have to make us wait till 10+am to get our Nets card, just because there's a "schedule" to follow. fuck that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at first wanted to go eat breakfast with dion and zach after they finish running. rocher tau huey. then i decided i would be too tired. then i said maybe not. then later zach called and OK I SHALL GOOOOOO. the nap changed me a little. we went for lunch instead. Just Acia at Marina Square. not too bad. got my much needed dose of ice cream! it was nice catching up with them and see whats going on with their lives. NOT BAD AH ZACHARIAS TEO! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;went home after that. got my much much MUCH needed shower as well, used the comp for an hour and went to sleep at 4pm.and seriously, i thought i would wake up at 5pm. how silly. if mum didnt phone home at 7pm, i would still be asleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;next year, i dont wanna be in volunteers welfare anymore. i wanna pass water to the runners. you know what i mean. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37352758-8038024408625745811?l=realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/8038024408625745811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/8038024408625745811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com/2010/12/stand-chart.html' title='stand chart'/><author><name>peiyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954727757762494802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TQBeoTX-89I/AAAAAAAAHE4/OWA_fWGzepM/s72-c/68541_467611684925_649909925_5875281_6796926_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37352758.post-1455839133237673148</id><published>2010-12-04T01:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T02:00:09.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bruno john</title><content type='html'>had a date! with bruno john ng weiming! :)&lt;div&gt;HAHAHAHA omg he's damn funny. i just love his sarcastic but witty replies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 girls + 1 guy. how blessed is he man!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in the end he paid for the meal. aww. sweets! :) we asked him out but he paid for it. but then again, that's the price for him to feel young again. HAHAHAHA everytime they tell us this. go out with us make them feel young again. what, we're not botox ok. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all our sweet kor kors, couldnt make it. so he brought his gf along. mm. HAHA ok whatever. good to meet her too! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;earlier in the afternoon, i text him:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;py: See you later! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;b: Yup, where r we eating at? My gf will be joining us, no prob with that rite?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;py: Got problem! Aren't you supposed to date us only?? Haha nah no problem la. I don't know where exactly we're eating at. Mad has a place. She's at training now later I'll meet her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;b: Precisely bcos dating u 2 that's y she wants to come along. Ha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;py: Hahaha! Wth. Hahaha ok we'll see you later! :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAHAHAHA stupid guy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TPkqqOEO10I/AAAAAAAAHA4/9Xk-d0E_Pzg/s320/IMG_0149.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546511320902195010" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we split after that. the old folks went clubbing at butter fact and we decided to take a walk along clarke quay for some taste of the legendary "Singapore nightlife". saw a guy at the end of the bridge and he looked quite cute. didnt know that was the only cute guy we saw. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DAMN. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what's wrong with this man! &lt;b&gt;WHERE MA PARTY PEOPLE AT?!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;why is clarke quay filled with less than attractive people, or like, people who are dining. where's all the clubbers ah! am i too out of touch? is clarke quay not the most "in" thing already?????????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;disappointed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;went to take a walk at Hooters and the club where the SPGs are. WHERE ARE ALL THE GOOD-LOOKING ANGMOHS?! my god. maybe they're all at MBS. everyone wants a piece of roof gardens/pubs/clubs now and no one is interested in the ground floors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;decided to walk to that stretch of bars along the raffles place/singapore river. seemed a little better. just a little. oh well. and there's a private event at the atrium of UOB centre. WAH SINCE WHEN UOB CENTRE SO HIP ONE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;home time! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm too lazy to go update the WDC post for Vettel. Sorry Sebs!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37352758-1455839133237673148?l=realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/1455839133237673148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/1455839133237673148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com/2010/12/bruno-john.html' title='bruno john'/><author><name>peiyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954727757762494802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TPkqqOEO10I/AAAAAAAAHA4/9Xk-d0E_Pzg/s72-c/IMG_0149.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37352758.post-1987916336507491231</id><published>2010-12-02T21:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T22:14:40.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>skyping minimally.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yesterday cause my internet sucked. it's been sucking for a couple of days now and it really irritates me. finally decided to call and check it last night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;router problem. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;called some regional office and then i started to worry whether it's a toll-free line. if it weren't i would be dead. the lady was really patient with me. i mean, she had to be. but i was really appreciative that she was patient. thanks unknown lady :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;did this and that with the cable, desktop, laptop, reset button, new this and that and finally it worked. i'm still praying that my wireless will not crash on me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh yes. we skyped minimally. because of my internet i think. replies are received late. plus it's not too convenient cause he's in the office. at work. i said i had so much to tell him. typed him an email instead. :) peiyi's legendary long emails.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;today i pop-ed him a msg instead. it's -10 deg at his place. too cold for me. busy guy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm being good. i'm not talking to him unnecessarily. practising self-control here. pretty good with that! because i know he would appreciate that. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;spent the afternoon chio-ify my Mac icons. now it's damn chio. HO HO HO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37352758-1987916336507491231?l=realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/1987916336507491231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/1987916336507491231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com/2010/12/skyping-minimally.html' title=''/><author><name>peiyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954727757762494802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37352758.post-1971235624824301797</id><published>2010-12-02T21:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T13:26:08.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'>eh jay mac lean</title><content type='html'>there's me, looking down at my shoes&lt;div&gt;one's smiling like the sun that's you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what were you thinking? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what was the song inside your head?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not everything is supposed to come true&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;some words are best unsaid&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;some love is not really love at all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'll keep everything i shared with you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and that's enough, there's us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;freeze frame, i'm not about to cry.&lt;div&gt;it's to late for us to change why try?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've got a camera tucked away inside my heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if i were a loser, just got lucky, so are you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i love you Eh-Jay :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37352758-1971235624824301797?l=realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/1971235624824301797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/1971235624824301797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com/2010/12/eh-jay-mac-leen.html' title='eh jay mac lean'/><author><name>peiyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954727757762494802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37352758.post-6646199560283832414</id><published>2010-11-29T22:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T23:00:20.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pain day</title><content type='html'>woke up.&lt;div&gt;make appointment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mop floor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bathe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cut fruits&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;leave home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;browhaus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;facial&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the thread on my face. made me tear. damn it's painful!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;had my first facial ever done. it was quite enjoyable, until the squeezing part. bloody hell. i thought the thing she was using is gonna pierce through my skin seriously. i was clutching onto the towel like dont know what. didnt tear though so that was good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i dont know how i can get used to this. but i gotta. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think i slipped into unconsciousness for awhile. during the mask process that is. haha not the squeezing. i wished i was unconsciousness during the squeezing ah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37352758-6646199560283832414?l=realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/6646199560283832414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/6646199560283832414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com/2010/11/pain-day.html' title='pain day'/><author><name>peiyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954727757762494802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37352758.post-1098279496101237819</id><published>2010-11-28T21:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T21:57:50.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh, did i mention that i'm home alone for a week (5th day now) and my room's light is failing? &lt;div&gt;i cant watch Vettel and Schums in ROC cause i dont know where is it streamed at, i really would love to watch Federer play Nadal today in the ATP world finals but it's not on today and so i shall go watch Despicable Me again though i really would love to watch Sweeney Todd instead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;yea, other than that, life's great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37352758-1098279496101237819?l=realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/1098279496101237819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/1098279496101237819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com/2010/11/oh-did-i-mention-that-im-home-alone-for.html' title=''/><author><name>peiyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954727757762494802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37352758.post-1024547322936947393</id><published>2010-11-28T21:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T21:48:59.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why cant this feeling just fade away?</title><content type='html'>hey you,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this evening i thought about you. i was cooking noodles. again. i wish you were here to cook something spectacular for me. or at least, something different. ok maybe i'm thinking about this cause i was watching Masterchef and their challenge was to use passion fruit to cook something with the theme, Romance. interesting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, i kinda feel the loneliness creep in already. i kinda missed you. then i decided to listen to some Westlife and realised the lyrics to the song was exactly the situation i am in right now. oh well. doesnt matter. you're too far away anyway. no idea when will i see you face again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7NrQei36fJk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7NrQei36fJk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;night after night, i hear myself say&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;why cant this feeling just fade away?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;there's no one like you. you speak to my heart&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;it's such a shame we're worlds apart&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;-&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;i'm feeling a headache. the kind that drowsy groggy feeling after you drink alcohol. i dont know what's this. the last little sip of that 5.5% was 5hrs ago. i dont know why i'm feeling this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37352758-1024547322936947393?l=realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/1024547322936947393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/1024547322936947393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com/2010/11/why-cant-this-feeling-just-fade-away.html' title='why cant this feeling just fade away?'/><author><name>peiyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954727757762494802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37352758.post-1260203667158032449</id><published>2010-11-27T02:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T02:08:39.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so much happiness today. it's off the charts.&lt;div&gt;exams over, food/buffet, shopping, good company, laughter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was awesome. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now i'm really tired. shall type on later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37352758-1260203667158032449?l=realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/1260203667158032449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/1260203667158032449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com/2010/11/so-much-happiness-today.html' title=''/><author><name>peiyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954727757762494802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37352758.post-1044131366709638668</id><published>2010-11-19T20:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T01:51:40.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'>making plans</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;met qian today while on the way home. sho qiao. ok let me start from the beginning......&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yesterday, did photoshop from...0040 to about 0340? slept at 4am and woke up to zhehan's sms at 0822. yep. kinda smsed her back when my alarm rang at 0830. snoozed and alarmed and finally woke up at about 0850. looking back at my sent msg, luckily part of it made sense. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;chill for awhile, and went to school. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;was quite a nice area where we're sitting at. loads of greenery :) and...mm. there's a...foreigner sitting beside me. he caught my attention cause he was drinking red bull. 2nd can early in the morning. then i realised he's an econs student too. studying Econs 228. then....mm. he smells pretty good. LOL (i dont know why, but angmohs always smell pretty good) and then.....mm. OH. his name was Sebastian. HAHAHA saw from his computer when he left to go somewhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kinda studied all the way till 6+pm. SIGH. last hour was distracted by cheeyong's fb trouble. apparently it was hacked into and when he finally revived it, he was looking at what the hacker did to his account. the funniest thing the hacker did, was to change his employer status to 无业游民. bloody hell funny. then we tried to close his hotmail but failed. ah. funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh yea. so i met qian at the bras basah station. had a lil chat with her till toapayoh. she kept saying i'm gonna marry to DK. hah. i dont know! stop saying that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;came home to dumplings. gosh i love dumplings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;watching Monk. the police office was getting married. a simple beach wedding. it feels pretty good actually. then i started thinking, what's with all these grand and elaborate weddings? isnt just the two people in love enough?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;seriously, if i love somebody, getting married on a grass patch wouldnt matter to me. as long as it's not after the rain and it's muddy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yea so i was thinking, if anyone were to ask me what i want in a wedding, imma say:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the pastor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the rings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ring bearers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;family and friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a guitarist/pianist&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;flowers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the rest are just not important.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we dont have to spend much on the ceremony. what's important is the honeymoon. HAHAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;@joeguese tweeted back at me! here's proof! LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TOa4gQvAGII/AAAAAAAAHAo/LTR7lIFakOc/s1600/Screen%2Bshot%2B2010-11-20%2Bat%2BAM%2B01.47.39.png"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TOa4gQvAGII/AAAAAAAAHAo/LTR7lIFakOc/s320/Screen%2Bshot%2B2010-11-20%2Bat%2BAM%2B01.47.39.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541319255913404546" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 209px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TOa4goacVEI/AAAAAAAAHAw/1N7nrD9bxzE/s320/Screen%2Bshot%2B2010-11-20%2Bat%2BAM%2B01.48.05.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541319262269625410" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yeah. &lt;b&gt;what the pong is ydnkwyasod.&lt;/b&gt; it's a heck of an acronym!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think i got it figured out with some help. NOT GONNA TELL YOU. LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37352758-1044131366709638668?l=realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/1044131366709638668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/1044131366709638668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com/2010/11/making-plans.html' title='making plans'/><author><name>peiyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954727757762494802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TOa4gQvAGII/AAAAAAAAHAo/LTR7lIFakOc/s72-c/Screen%2Bshot%2B2010-11-20%2Bat%2BAM%2B01.47.39.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37352758.post-5768988072851421761</id><published>2010-11-17T01:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T01:40:58.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hold that thought</title><content type='html'>dear you,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you know what i wanna do? i wanna share my playlist with you.&lt;div&gt;it's intimate and it makes a great part of me. i want you to be part of that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;gosh i'm copying how jesse ruben writes. haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;speaking of those people, benromans retweeted my tweet and kyle replied my tweet! AWESOMES.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37352758-5768988072851421761?l=realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/5768988072851421761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/5768988072851421761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com/2010/11/hold-that-thought.html' title='hold that thought'/><author><name>peiyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954727757762494802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37352758.post-8649673948511082790</id><published>2010-11-14T01:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T01:38:40.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>youngest f1 winner</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TOLBT6I_6HI/AAAAAAAAHAg/5WXZfaHMuyg/s1600/008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 243px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TOLBT6I_6HI/AAAAAAAAHAg/5WXZfaHMuyg/s320/008.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540203039387805810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Svet.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok let me come back to this post when exams are done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37352758-8649673948511082790?l=realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/8649673948511082790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/8649673948511082790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com/2010/11/youngest-f1-winner.html' title='youngest f1 winner'/><author><name>peiyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954727757762494802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TOLBT6I_6HI/AAAAAAAAHAg/5WXZfaHMuyg/s72-c/008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37352758.post-9004139610912842636</id><published>2010-11-12T13:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T13:41:52.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1340.&lt;div&gt;suddenly thought of our skype yesterday. heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;obviously not listening to prof right now. :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;20mins later and he might be awake. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37352758-9004139610912842636?l=realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/9004139610912842636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/9004139610912842636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com/2010/11/1340.html' title=''/><author><name>peiyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954727757762494802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37352758.post-5464276867624136188</id><published>2010-11-12T10:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T10:31:05.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>skyped 6hrs, slept 4hrs.&lt;div&gt;this is ker-ray-zee! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;by the time we finished, i was kinda tired. HE WAS TIRED. hello....................why are you the one who's tired. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but a lot of fun i guess. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yes i woke up at 8am. :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and he's gonna go off the rig today. um, his morning, my evening. SIGH TO 8HOURS TIME DIFFERENCE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37352758-5464276867624136188?l=realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/5464276867624136188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/5464276867624136188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com/2010/11/skyped-6hrs-slept-4hrs.html' title=''/><author><name>peiyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954727757762494802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37352758.post-1575988501936416159</id><published>2010-11-12T03:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T03:49:52.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's 0349 now. um, yea.&lt;div&gt;since 2141.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;holy shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm not tired. but i should go and sleeeeeeeeep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37352758-1575988501936416159?l=realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/1575988501936416159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/1575988501936416159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com/2010/11/its-0345-now.html' title=''/><author><name>peiyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954727757762494802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37352758.post-5579150628982868201</id><published>2010-11-11T20:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T20:25:11.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'>baby please dont go</title><content type='html'>i dedicate mike posner's please dont go to mark webber.&lt;div&gt;baby please dont goooooooooo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think he's gonna. i dont want my perfect team to break! :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm kinda in the dislike mood towards vettel right now. yea, that serious. i really like webber too. why is he so under-appreciated! :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37352758-5579150628982868201?l=realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/5579150628982868201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/5579150628982868201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com/2010/11/baby-please-dont-go.html' title='baby please dont go'/><author><name>peiyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954727757762494802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37352758.post-4920605742752039097</id><published>2010-11-11T03:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T20:23:38.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'>third time lucky</title><content type='html'>today he wasnt that crazy. but funny anyways. :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bliss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and he asked me whether i know why guys go to orchard tower. i was like, why would i know. then i went to find out. piang eh. why the heck he ask me this man. i told him about my top5 experience. :/ sleeeeeeaaazzzzy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and he recommended me to new asia bar. just like what alex did. mm. is it really that good? shall check it out. soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;near the end (cos he needed to go gym)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;m: did you see that....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(i really missed whatever he wanted to show me then)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;py: what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;m: my good body...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;smile girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;py: nope! missed it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;show it again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;m: okay, i'll take another walk around the table&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;py: sure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh man. too bad i cant see through the blue coveralls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(he actually starts unzipping his coverall!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;darn the shirt! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA this is hilarious. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he keeps saying he needs to go gym. (i quote) "good, gym time i'm going to get sooooo hot"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and yes, i really love his hair. it's damn entertaining. and he'll do this for me. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 16px; font-family:'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;img class="emoticon" width="19" height="19" src="emoticon:emo" title="Emo  (emo)" alt="(emo)" style="border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 3px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 16px; font-family:'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; line-height: normal; font-size: 16px; "&gt;his hair is damn versatile!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37352758-4920605742752039097?l=realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/4920605742752039097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/4920605742752039097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com/2010/11/third-time-lucky.html' title='third time lucky'/><author><name>peiyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954727757762494802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37352758.post-8396461420316319455</id><published>2010-11-10T00:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T01:00:40.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;kim: i think you will have very good papers when you finish! You are clever!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;py: i'm clever, but there are other clever people too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's a tough world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kim: i know, that is why you will win, because you do what the others dont dare to! And you are very open!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;py: aww kim! :)))))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;naise. i like talking to kim. tempted to call him kimi. raikkonen. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;btonelli intro-ed kik.com to me. randomly added him to my contact list and posted a msg. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND HE REPLIED. HOMG.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;IT'S LIKE BBM WITH HIM! WOOOOOOOOOOOOO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh and i was feeling quite satisfied with myself yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. got to listen to bsb and nkotb on ryan seacrest's live show! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. nearly done with mfe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. andie chen replied my tweet! brett detar toooooooo. coolios.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and again, today, something good happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yes brett detar replied my tweet. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and, grandma's brother and his family came to visit! bringing them out tmr. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37352758-8396461420316319455?l=realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/8396461420316319455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/8396461420316319455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com/2010/11/kim-i-think-you-will-have-very-good.html' title=''/><author><name>peiyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954727757762494802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37352758.post-5681219126605085814</id><published>2010-11-06T22:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T22:59:32.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tired at 10pm</title><content type='html'>skyped till too late yesterday. &lt;div&gt;i'm feeling sleepy now. at 2255. think i'll give Sao Paulo qualis a miss then&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;skype talked again. during twc though. just for a lil while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yawn. my lids feel heavyyyyyyy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but seriously, he was too high yesterday. he made me high along with him cause i was laughing at how ridiculous he became. crazy guy. he left for the gym anyway to use up his extra energy. he was like, GYM GYM GYM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he needed to go work out his damn hot body. MM. :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37352758-5681219126605085814?l=realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/5681219126605085814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/5681219126605085814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com/2010/11/tired-at-10pm.html' title='tired at 10pm'/><author><name>peiyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954727757762494802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37352758.post-587723468618590095</id><published>2010-11-06T01:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T22:58:04.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'>coffee</title><content type='html'>omg he's damn high right now. he's scarily high. i've never seen him like this before.&lt;div&gt;the only word to describe him right now, is crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of course, i know it's not JUST the caffeine from his coffee session. it's what happened during the coffee session. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;seriously, he's crazy. but i like the crazy him. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is just in. he called me Honey. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's official. he's out of his mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;VIDEO SKYPING!!!! in his bdeck office. oh gosh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37352758-587723468618590095?l=realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/587723468618590095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/587723468618590095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com/2010/11/coffee.html' title='coffee'/><author><name>peiyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954727757762494802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37352758.post-7542725897018234251</id><published>2010-11-05T00:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T00:58:56.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;"He has a girl as a friend at home, that he likes very much. But they have nothing going, but i think it is only a matter of time! Sorry!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;reaction: oh ok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHA what can i say right? but i'm actually happy for him. :) he should find someone close to him. maybe work is getting in the way. he's always away. could be..i'm just hoping that something good happens to him because he is a good guy. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm working on my bucket-list! some things sounds too lame but i'm gonna write it anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and....i forgot what else i wanna say. mm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37352758-7542725897018234251?l=realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/7542725897018234251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/7542725897018234251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com/2010/11/he-has-girl-as-friend-at-home-that-he.html' title=''/><author><name>peiyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954727757762494802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37352758.post-227754290143750807</id><published>2010-11-04T01:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T01:33:16.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HIMYM</title><content type='html'>on my mind right now,&lt;div&gt;haaaaaaaaaaave you met ted?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="350" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nQTCUU4N7DU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nQTCUU4N7DU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="350" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37352758-227754290143750807?l=realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/227754290143750807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/227754290143750807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com/2010/11/himym.html' title='HIMYM'/><author><name>peiyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954727757762494802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37352758.post-6855853662924696127</id><published>2010-11-03T22:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T00:29:33.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>6 letters. LTB, FTW</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TNGL0D4RobI/AAAAAAAAHAQ/hxAYmyib0ss/s1600/73472_454403733245_560303245_5741861_5206339_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TNGL0D4RobI/AAAAAAAAHAQ/hxAYmyib0ss/s400/73472_454403733245_560303245_5741861_5206339_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535359143525851570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg i cant stop expressing how much i love my ltb group. and our dear dear TA. seriously! &lt;div&gt;WE. ARE. THE. BOMBZ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok before i move on, let me write on our ltb weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;friday.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;afternoon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;met up with christian after class to come up with a list and try to think of what things we might have missed out from our monday meeting. apparently we missed out nothing. but it's just to..make us feel safe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;written report vetting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;saturday.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bloody hell. christian teo specifically said meet at the mrt station at 8am SHARP. and he's the one who reached the latest, at the centre. not even mrt station! the 3 who doesnt really know how to get met and followed my instincts (lol) and we got there. BEFORE ANYONE ELSE. johnson yeji joel also late. sigh. haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;prep prep prep!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we were kinda worried that there's so few kids who attend our event. at 1027, there's only like, less than 10. luckily more started to come by. we started our event and joel took his registration thing outside. i went to help him with the gift sorting/wrapping as well. woohoo. &lt;b&gt;my bgs mate. :)&lt;/b&gt; i feel kinda bad. some kids didnt come for the first event so we dont have a dedicated gift for them so we had to improvise. meaning taking gifts of children who are confirm not coming, taking off the nametag on it and re-writing the name. mm. no choice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the progress of the games inside was pretty good! better than what i've imagined. this time round, it was a lot more organised probably because there's fewer kids than the first round and it's sedentary. it was really good to see that the kids were really learning something. OH speaking of learning, this kid Jason really impressed us! during our first event, we taught them balloon sculpting and a magic trick. Jason remembered the trick and even wore the prop! OMG super impressed/touched! :) he remembers! us and the trick! and he showed us the trick again and again. cool boy. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;an &lt;b&gt;impromptu&lt;/b&gt; (we're damn good with contingencies seriously) game was planned and thank you cards were written. finally got all the gifts prepped up. proceeded to becoming a santa claus. we've always worried about this moment. about how the children may be disappointed with the gifts. but no! i think the cliche about, 'everyone is happy to receive gifts' still stands!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm just glad that they're happy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LTB-CSP. finally over. i'm so proud of our team. we've accomplished so much in terms of CSP, LTB and friendship in just a short period of time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CSP. let's see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;briefing with primary school&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;first event with Beneficiary&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;collection/sorting of gifts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;telemarketing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;second event with Beneficiary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thank you cards to primary school (not done yet)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nice work! nobody can compare to us. seriously. what's with one-day events anyway?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;said our goodbyes to the beneficiary and headed back to SMU for our lunch with dear TA! :) Republic of Steak. mm never been here. feels like ashton's. it's ok i guess. good lunch! qian had to leave earlier due to lab test though. HAHAHA this is damn funny. both event days with our B (chosen by B), she has lab test. and she's only got 2 lab tests in the sem and JUST NICE it falls on those 2 days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so the rest of us went back to school for our meeting. WE. ALL. DAMN. SHAGGED. (raveyard's fault!) plus it's raining. so.......................we rested for awhile and it's time for work. how disciplined! :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;came up with the slides for our final presentation. that's, two days later. how chiong was that! thought of our potluck thing too. felt so accomplished!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;written report summarising. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yes. saturday night. halloween party night. do LTB.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;sunday.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;afternoon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;these people. say meet at 1pm and they're so late! esp the woman who stays 5mins from school, was at least 1hr late! hahaha some hostel meeting. oh well. seriously, johnson is damn good at zych-ing our slides. bloody good! joel and i kinda settled 95% of our written report while waiting for the essential people to come by. feeling proud of our written report. it's so substantiated. we were really thinking about what the other groups have to say in their written report. MM. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we rehearsed our fluff. pretty cool stuff i'll have to say! and the "IT'S SO FLUFFY I'M GONNA DIE" just went too well with it! :D we intended to play it right after our fluff. felt like, shooting ourselves in the foot but i'm sure the rest of the class will laugh along with us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="350" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/D4i7vS_UO4Q?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/D4i7vS_UO4Q?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="350" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;monday.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;morn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LTB final presentation! people were so formal while we were tshirt and jeans. along with another group in sports attire. volunteered 3rd group. it went pretty well. was a little worried for short of time again cause we didnt have much time left for the fluff part. which was the best part. i think we've exceeded time. but what the heck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i dont know how we do it, but our presentation garnered laughter. yea. presentation. laughter. not even the fluff part. we have speakers with natural sense of humour! then came our fluff. they looked super amazed. HAHAHA AWESOME. THAT'S EXACTLY WHAT WE WANTED. too bad the fluffy tune didnt come up. :( tech glitch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Q&amp;amp;A. it totally showed how impressive we were. nobody could really ask us about anything. i think everyone could see that our project is a success despite all we had to achieve in such a short time and that our group genuinely had fun doing it. then came the question, how come we dont have conflicts. or was the question..why we didnt talk about our conflicts? the thing is, we really dont have conflicts. we dont know why we dont have them because everyone's supposed to have conflicts! i think we try to self-invent conflicts because there's no conflict! christian will always look at me and say SOSS and i'll stare back at him and say SOE. that's like the closest thing to a conflict that we have!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we were really lucky that everyone cliques well together like a puzzle piece right from the start and no we do not groupthink for that matter. everyone raises their opinions, gives their ideas and the project really feels like it belongs to us and not a specific somebody because there's at least one element of the project is each person's idea. aahhhhhh. indescribable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the completion of ltb is a relief. but it also means there would be no more weekly meetings. :( i've thoroughly enjoyed each of our meetings (except for the first and second cause it was sooooooo awkward). we stayed back for meetings at 5pm when there are people among us who finish at 12. we have meetings that lasts from 2hrs to 4hrs straight and we're still not sick of each other. we meet once a week. we meet thrice a week. have we met four times a week? ok maybe not. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOVE OUR LTB GROUP! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I WANNA MEET YOU GUYS MORE AND MORE. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;wed &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;afternoon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we tried. but he knew.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha surprising people on their birthday is not easy! cause they've already expected it. hmm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bought johnson a atas cake. damnnnnn atas. the setting felt like a meeting. open laptop (playing music as usual!), notes, handphones, food on the table. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it. felt. nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;good things happen for those who wait.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;i didnt wait. that's why i ruined my good thing. :(&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37352758-6855853662924696127?l=realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/6855853662924696127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/6855853662924696127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com/2010/11/6-letters-ltb-ftw.html' title='6 letters. LTB, FTW'/><author><name>peiyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954727757762494802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TNGL0D4RobI/AAAAAAAAHAQ/hxAYmyib0ss/s72-c/73472_454403733245_560303245_5741861_5206339_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37352758.post-6576431825108236688</id><published>2010-10-25T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T22:25:07.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TMWTOSod83I/AAAAAAAAHAA/dhdgiSJ1tBk/s1600/tumblr_l6nhp1NnEG1qah8t0o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TMWTOSod83I/AAAAAAAAHAA/dhdgiSJ1tBk/s320/tumblr_l6nhp1NnEG1qah8t0o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531989591023547250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TMWTOSod83I/AAAAAAAAHAA/dhdgiSJ1tBk/s1600/tumblr_l6nhp1NnEG1qah8t0o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss his bleached blonde hair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37352758-6576431825108236688?l=realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/6576431825108236688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/6576431825108236688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-miss-his-bleached-blonde-hair.html' title=''/><author><name>peiyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954727757762494802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TMWTOSod83I/AAAAAAAAHAA/dhdgiSJ1tBk/s72-c/tumblr_l6nhp1NnEG1qah8t0o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37352758.post-8836000466194705497</id><published>2010-10-25T00:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T01:30:22.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'>korean gp</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TMRsqMVNd3I/AAAAAAAAG_w/G447C-Ynozc/s1600/Screen+shot+2010-10-25+at+AM+12.42.09.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TMRsqMVNd3I/AAAAAAAAG_w/G447C-Ynozc/s320/Screen+shot+2010-10-25+at+AM+12.42.09.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531665714438305650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RBR is damn cute la. they gave Bernie a walker frame for his 80th bday.&lt;div&gt;with 2 red bull bottles, a front wing and a steering wheel. cute stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so freaking upset. still. &lt;div&gt;webber lost grip and crashed. made rosberg crash out along with him as well. it could have been hamilton if rosberg hadnt overtake hamilton just seconds before. what luck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TMRshZMQCjI/AAAAAAAAG_Y/WtyAGI6aVys/s200/Screen+shot+2010-10-25+at+AM+12.44.43.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531665563271563826" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 132px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TMRsh0uQ_OI/AAAAAAAAG_g/JhnkzbjYnAY/s200/Screen+shot+2010-10-25+at+AM+12.44.56.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531665570661989602" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;vettel became the 2nd fireman as his engine caught fire. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mad sad. all my favourite drivers out of the race. so. freaking. sad. totally left after the race. no point staying on for the interview and things like that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TMRsiiDPIaI/AAAAAAAAG_o/FWXzNv5SaqQ/s200/Screen+shot+2010-10-25+at+AM+12.46.04.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531665582829543842" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px; " /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TMRsvrgLRAI/AAAAAAAAG_4/gWv9bHUviTQ/s200/Screen+shot+2010-10-25+at+AM+12.45.49.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531665808705143810" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37352758-8836000466194705497?l=realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/8836000466194705497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/8836000466194705497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com/2010/10/korean-gp.html' title='korean gp'/><author><name>peiyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954727757762494802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TMRsqMVNd3I/AAAAAAAAG_w/G447C-Ynozc/s72-c/Screen+shot+2010-10-25+at+AM+12.42.09.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37352758.post-6993509645148124243</id><published>2010-10-23T00:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T01:10:44.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so many change of plans. &lt;div&gt;no choice. need to be halal. it was a bit weird. why she didnt even tell me her guy is joining us? it's like, just budge in like this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;changed to fish &amp;amp; co. instead. was a little sick from it but not much choice. saw the queue at nando's. crazy long! it was quite fun i guess. :) haha the birthday celebration process at fish &amp;amp; co. is a little interesting. quite funny too. but embarrassing for the birthday people. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was nice just meeting up with the USS pals again and just eat and talk. let's go prawning next time! more eat sit and talk!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as you can see, i'm damn lazy to blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;talked to btonelli. :) damn glad that he always replies me. awesome. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;did my ltb write up. not bad not bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;um. what else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh we saw dawn yeoh. she was sat at the table next to ours. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we walked from bugis to city hall cause we couldnt think of anything to do. and we saw keith's face on his school. HAHAHA cool stuff. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;had quite a nice chat with Charissa. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37352758-6993509645148124243?l=realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/6993509645148124243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/6993509645148124243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com/2010/10/so-many-change-of-plans.html' title=''/><author><name>peiyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954727757762494802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37352758.post-6107873852406561651</id><published>2010-10-21T20:36:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T21:11:13.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'>work and travel. not now</title><content type='html'>hehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehe&lt;div&gt;:DDDDDDDDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i overslept this morning. actually i woke up. then i went back to sleep and i woke up at 9.20am. slept at 3am though. supposed to meet Val at 10am in school to do MFE but oh well, i reached at like, 10.50am. she didnt get back to me early enough so i alighted at City Hall and walked all the way to SOE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;quite glad i did that. cause if not i wouldnt have seen Darren. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hehehehe felt so happy just catching up with him at the slope of Li Ka Shing, while keeping a lookout on cars from knocking us down. SO HAPPY. heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;why dont i see him more often???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;talk to Kim. :) he's still in DK i think. he's headed to Munich and then Spain in just awhile. great to talk to him again. and he'll be back on the rig in 2 weeks time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;had a convo with btonelli again! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fighting spiders. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;bt: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;If fighting spiders continues onto a season 3 I say @&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="  twitter-atreply" name="andiechen" href="http://twitter.com/andiechen" rel="nofollow" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; color: rgb(0, 153, 153); text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;andiechen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; moves past the singlet :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;py: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;oh man. just recalled fighting spiders is showing now. too bad mummy's watching something else. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;bt: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Tell mom to watch :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;py: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;*secretly switches channel when mummy walks away during commercial break*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;bt: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Good girl!! Haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;HEH. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;had my mind decided that i wouldnt join Work and Travel. at least not this year. initially i was really upset that i didnt make a move. i realised that signing up next year might clash with internship and exchange (yr3). then i  discussed it with my parents and they were worried about working conditions in US. they may be right. but yx's right too. we're young. we should try these things. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i just want to travel to US for one month!!!!! i wanna watch jesse ruben! :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then my parents said, you can always earn money here and go there to travel. you dont have to work there. mm. ok......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37352758-6107873852406561651?l=realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/6107873852406561651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/6107873852406561651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com/2010/10/work-and-travel-not-now.html' title='work and travel. not now'/><author><name>peiyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954727757762494802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37352758.post-7678666247903605263</id><published>2010-10-17T21:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T21:12:13.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i think i remember those eyes eyes eyes eyes</title><content type='html'>oh gosh. today has been the most awesome day since the longest time.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i got tweet back from des :) and bobby tonelli. &lt;b&gt;BOBBY TONELLI&lt;/b&gt;. ok if you dont know who is he, go google him. and if you're freaking lazy to do that, i'll just tell you that he's Joanne Peh's new squeeze. btonelli! :) it was as good as a convo already!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and then i got to talk to mart. :)))))) on fb though. he's still at DK. that's a surprise. i thought he would be long gone. ok it was short. but it was enough. :) HAPPINESSSSSSSSSS. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cant wait for next week! so many fun stuff planned. :D need to get out of this stress zone i'm in right now. woohoo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh and 'woohoo' reminded me of my run today. christina aguilera's song. and that reminds me of her breakup with her husband. but anyway, run...............hmm. feels good. when it was over. HAHAHAHA cool stuff! gonna go run again on tues. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh oh oh oh oh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;currently there's 2 songs stuck in my head. jay park's i wanna cry. which i have no idea whats he singing, but the tune is naise. and usher usher usher :D seriously, i dont know what pitbull is singing. HAHAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;dance dance like it's the last last night of your life life gonna get you right&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37352758-7678666247903605263?l=realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/7678666247903605263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/7678666247903605263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com/2010/10/oh-gosh.html' title='i think i remember those eyes eyes eyes eyes'/><author><name>peiyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954727757762494802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37352758.post-1766883926201686870</id><published>2010-10-16T22:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T22:45:56.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm so tired from my stats test. i'm damn brain drained right now. and dejected.&lt;div&gt;ah what the heck. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i made a new friend today! she's kimberley's friend. can hang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;urghhhhhh damn tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;people stop skyping meeeeeeeeeeeeeee. all these weird people. ok wait let me go count how many people talked to me. later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;something damn surprising happened. Nat Ho replied my tweet. say whaaaad? AH DAMN COOL. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok i shall go count the number of strangers i've got.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh my god. the figure blew my mind. 17. 17 strangers came to talk to me since i put on that status. SCARY SHIT. i've got 3 Germans already. hmm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm just too tired to talk to them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37352758-1766883926201686870?l=realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/1766883926201686870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/1766883926201686870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com/2010/10/im-so-tired-from-my-stats-test.html' title=''/><author><name>peiyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954727757762494802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37352758.post-7041137981026756962</id><published>2010-10-15T19:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T20:17:25.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>danger danger danger</title><content type='html'>this is epic. 2 things. actually i think it's 3 things.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;first, hafyz won that laptop! :DDDDDDD dawn and i helped him to chiong and chiong and chiong all afternoon and he won by 1 'like' to his closest competitor. what the heck. it's such a heart attack la. i dont know why but i was like, damn scared for him. PANICK! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2nd epic thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just changed my skype status to 'skype me' a couple of days ago. no i think it's, yesterday. SUDDENLY I'VE GOT WEIRD PEOPLE SAYING HELLO TO ME. counting the current one, it's been 6!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;first was german&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;second was from..north africa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;third i didnt reply cause he sent some...dancing emoticon. like what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fourth i think it's singapore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fifth and sixth i didnt even bother replying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;seventh is german again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WEIRD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3rd epic thing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the 7th guy, that german, wah his opening is best. let me see what he typed. totally blew my mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok just indulge on this convo if you want.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;skyper1: hi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fan Peiyi: hello&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;skyper1: nice to meet you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;skyper1: what are you doing now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fan Peiyi: work&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;skyper1: ok&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;skyper1: me not&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;skyper1: i am at home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;skyper1: alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fan Peiyi: ok..haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;skyper1: ya&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;skyper1: i am looking for a nice girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;skyper1: maybe for to marry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fan Peiyi: and you're finding her online? get out on the streets!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;skyper1: i do this too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;skyper1: but i want an asian girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fan Peiyi: then you should come to asia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;skyper1: i will do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;skyper1: next january&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;skyper1: i will go there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fan Peiyi: where are you going?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;skyper1: it is depend of the girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;skyper1: maybe i can do now a scedule&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;skyper1: how about you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;skyper1: are you interested in a german?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fan Peiyi: haha yes i like germans but no to long distance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;skyper1: i understand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;skyper1: well&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;skyper1: the internet makes you very close to each other&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;skyper1: and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;skyper1: i will visit you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;skyper1: no problem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fan Peiyi: haha i dont know you at all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;skyper1: take a look at me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;skyper1: ask me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;skyper1: whatever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fan Peiyi: how did you even get my contact?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;skyper1: i was searching&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fan Peiyi: searching what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;skyper1: females of asia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peiyi: you havent told me your name&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;skyper1: my name is mike&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peiyi: you know..the way you say things to a stranger, scares people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peiyi: i dont even know why i keep talking to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;skyper1: what do you mean?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;skyper1: i want to see you and show you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;skyper1: ok?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peiyi: well you started with, you're looking for a girl to marry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;skyper1: yes i do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;skyper1: that is true&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;skyper1: i want to find a very open minded girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peiyi: sorry but i'm not the kind you're looking for because, i was kind of shocked by your opening&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;skyper1: why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peiyi: i dont know! i just, never expected it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;skyper1: what do you mean?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peiyi: i dont know you, you dont know me. and your bluntness about wanting to get married is just, odd&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;skyper1: hmm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peiyi: so maybe your approach is wrong. just saying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;skyper1: hey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;skyper1: i want to call you now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;skyper1: with cam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;skyper1: ok?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peiyi: no not ok&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;skyper1: why not?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;skyper1: afraid?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peiyi: because i dont feel comfortable doing that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;skyper1: hmm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;skyper1: i am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;skyper1: i like it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peiyi: i dont usually skype with strangers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;skyper1: oh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;skyper1: that is the reason to be here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;skyper1: to find new people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peiyi: not exactly....it is to stay in contact with people who are overseas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;skyper1: aha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;skyper1: ok&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peiyi: what time is it over there?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(at this point i'm checking whether he's really german. HAHA usually their english aint so good. they have typos. but not this guy.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;skyper1: 1;45 pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peiyi: and the weather?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;skyper1: cold&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peiyi: haha it's really warm over at my side&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;skyper1: hmm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;skyper1: i am alone here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;skyper1: you know?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peiyi: ok. should it matter to me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;skyper1: maybe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;skyper1: i can do anything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peiyi: haha not that it matters to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;skyper1: hmm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peiyi: because we are not video skyping&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in the midst of reading this, i think you're thinking, omg peiyi stop talking to strangers! it's dangerous!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yea i know. but it's damn funny too. you must be thinking that peiyi is ridiculous too, to think that this is funny. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he sounds confident of himself. he must look hot. a hot german. a hot 47 year old german. -.- HAHAHAHAHAHAHA &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37352758-7041137981026756962?l=realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/7041137981026756962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/7041137981026756962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com/2010/10/danger-danger-danger.html' title='danger danger danger'/><author><name>peiyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954727757762494802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37352758.post-7223223798584114069</id><published>2010-10-15T00:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T00:58:15.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TLc2k9chwnI/AAAAAAAAG_I/BN0ePxidi6s/s1600/72607364.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TLc2k9chwnI/AAAAAAAAG_I/BN0ePxidi6s/s320/72607364.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527947076217979506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TLc2k9chwnI/AAAAAAAAG_I/BN0ePxidi6s/s1600/72607364.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont you just miss this?&lt;div&gt;now so much have changed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37352758-7223223798584114069?l=realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/7223223798584114069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/7223223798584114069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com/2010/10/dont-you-just-miss-this-now-so-much.html' title=''/><author><name>peiyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954727757762494802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TLc2k9chwnI/AAAAAAAAG_I/BN0ePxidi6s/s72-c/72607364.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37352758.post-6014313292895524523</id><published>2010-10-09T14:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T14:35:01.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>formula boats</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TLANAm4o-pI/AAAAAAAAG-4/yb81slEIFv4/s1600/Screen+shot+2010-10-09+at+PM+02.26.15.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TLANAm4o-pI/AAAAAAAAG-4/yb81slEIFv4/s200/Screen+shot+2010-10-09+at+PM+02.26.15.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525931046872873618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TLANBG6xcwI/AAAAAAAAG_A/w_9GuWHm0ug/s200/Screen+shot+2010-10-09+at+PM+02.23.18.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525931055471751938" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;rain so heavy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;day 2 in Suzuka and it's raining like no tomorrow. they hardly had practice 3 and it's 2pm now in SG time, 3pm in Japan time. qualifying has already been pushed back by 1+hr. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's funny what the people at the pits are doing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The red bull guys built a boat out of their red bull cans!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TLAIHjfgwjI/AAAAAAAAG-Q/TC4s_xH4OZA/s1600/As+you+can+see.+It%27s+still+raining.+And+now+the+boys+in+the+garage+have+taken+to+making+boats....jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TLAIHjfgwjI/AAAAAAAAG-Q/TC4s_xH4OZA/s320/As+you+can+see.+It%27s+still+raining.+And+now+the+boys+in+the+garage+have+taken+to+making+boats....jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525925668663116338" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the red bull boat sails down the pit! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;apparently water is pouring down the pit and it's really wet down there. hahahaha somehow reminds me of the Orchard road floods.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TLAIIEGbEAI/AAAAAAAAG-g/ueyZPt0IlkQ/s1600/Screen+shot+2010-10-09+at+PM+02.10.37.png"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TLAIIEGbEAI/AAAAAAAAG-g/ueyZPt0IlkQ/s320/Screen+shot+2010-10-09+at+PM+02.10.37.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525925677416255490" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 165px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then apparently Mercedes did something too. here's what they tweeted:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our boat gets a helping hand down the pit lane river by a leaf blower!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TLAIH7-zuAI/AAAAAAAAG-Y/Sl8Xpwpbt6I/s1600/%40mercedes+Our+boat+gets+a+helping+hand+down+the+pit+lane+river+by+a+leaf+blower!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TLAIH7-zuAI/AAAAAAAAG-Y/Sl8Xpwpbt6I/s320/%40mercedes+Our+boat+gets+a+helping+hand+down+the+pit+lane+river+by+a+leaf+blower!.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525925675236833282" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahahahahahahahaha then Heikki wanna join in the fun and is building a boat as i type!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TLAJdfld6jI/AAAAAAAAG-o/6LS0TlpepK8/s1600/x2_2f3ba20.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TLAJdfld6jI/AAAAAAAAG-o/6LS0TlpepK8/s320/x2_2f3ba20.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525927145083103794" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;funny shit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok qualifying is postponed to tomorrow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37352758-6014313292895524523?l=realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/6014313292895524523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/6014313292895524523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com/2010/10/formula-boats.html' title='formula boats'/><author><name>peiyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954727757762494802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TLANAm4o-pI/AAAAAAAAG-4/yb81slEIFv4/s72-c/Screen+shot+2010-10-09+at+PM+02.26.15.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37352758.post-4022147299872701959</id><published>2010-10-06T01:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T01:36:06.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ashton was 27 and demi was 43. that's 15 years.&lt;div&gt;tom was 43 and katie was 27. OH that's exactly the same as ashton and demi but the other way round! that's 15 years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nick was 27 and mariah was 38. that's 11 years&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;zack was 22 and billie was 37 in Accidentally on Purpose. THAT'S 15 YEARS TOO. FREAK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he's 30. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just saying!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37352758-4022147299872701959?l=realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/4022147299872701959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/4022147299872701959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com/2010/10/ashton-was-27-and-demi-was-43.html' title=''/><author><name>peiyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954727757762494802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37352758.post-1472002723166104532</id><published>2010-10-05T22:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T23:13:39.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'>vending machines</title><content type='html'>if i see the word 'vending', 'machine' or 'vending machine', i'm gonna die. &lt;div&gt;been doing hardcore research and trying to link TWC concepts into vending machines since morning. it's crazy. yes it's a fun topic, knowing that there's actually some lobster catching vending machine and...i cant rmb. but anyway! it's too much! my mind's just saturated about thissssssssss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i need to chillax FAST.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you think lady gaga's telephone will help? :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on a more serious note, i went for the late Mdm Kwa's funeral yesterday after meeting. at first i was still unsure whether i should go, but it felt like the right thing to do. saw Zhou Chong Qing there actually, like right in front me and the stupid thing someone asked was, did the company (MediaCorp i think) send you here or did you come on your own?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh come on. give everyone some respect! why so corporate????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the whole process took quite long. queue outside the Istana, queue for security checks, queue for shuttle bus, queue for Sri Temasek after getting off the bus, queue here queue there, it took about 1hr. but it was worth the wait. the look on our PM Lee made me feel really sad. i can be sure that he is heartened by the public who keeps pouring in to pay their respect for his mother, but then he is also very saddened and tired from the loss. the thing is, he cant be showing much of that sad emotions in public. i think that makes it very difficult. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;looking at him, he looked really tired and fragile. in my impression, he's the smiley guy who makes (or at least he tries to make) jokes during his national day rally or other major speeches telecast on tv. but the PM that i saw looked so.........cui.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm quite worried about our MM actually. i know he's healthy, but he's also old. i dont need someone else to fall ill or something. i guess somehow, be it that we like our sg policies or not, one way or another, we are appreciative of what the Lees have done for us and our hearts are with them at this difficult time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok i think i'm done with that. i cant continue anymore because somebody reminded me of vending machines again. NOOOOOOOOOOO. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;talked to kim before he left for his rig tour and coffee. heard something. quite surprising/shocking to me. shall not bitch about it, but i'm really surprised. in his words, "he just fucked up his career"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;urgh. headache.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37352758-1472002723166104532?l=realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/1472002723166104532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/1472002723166104532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com/2010/10/vending-machines.html' title='vending machines'/><author><name>peiyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954727757762494802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37352758.post-3326883469540438857</id><published>2010-10-03T00:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T00:49:08.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shy is cute</title><content type='html'>again, i get this about him.&lt;div&gt;"he is shy. he doesnt like to reveal his feelings because that makes him insecure"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAIYA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but somehow, shy is cute. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wished i could tell you the things i told you before that made you smile, but i'm afraid now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;watching Bones now! meeting mel tmr. i mean, later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37352758-3326883469540438857?l=realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/3326883469540438857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/3326883469540438857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com/2010/10/shy-is-cute.html' title='shy is cute'/><author><name>peiyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954727757762494802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37352758.post-992654627143364356</id><published>2010-10-03T00:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T00:31:55.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'>021010</title><content type='html'>yesterday i had a dream. a strange one. that's why i'm writing it down.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i dreamt that i was at orchard ion. late at night and it was pouring. somehow, city hall mrt stn was just right beside us and we thought that that was the only way home. strange enough, they were switching off the lights already and there were guards patrolling the area. the sight of the guards told me they are tiko-s and i was scared. :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was with 3 other gfs but i cant remember who you are. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the guards told us that, we can sleep inside the mrt station and wait for the first train home next morning. the mrt station looks like a prison. :/ it was creepy dark, escalators leading to i dont know where and there were metal grills. we reluctantly went in and the guards told us we're supposed to share a bed. 2 share 1 bed. luckily we found 2 beds together and the 4 of us had a sleepover thing going on. the guards had a spot check and we quickly pretended to sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then i dont know what happened next.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then a completely unrelated dream next. (probably cause i woke up to look at my phone and was reading tweets then fell back asleep)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so, i was standing on the street and i could see the people in their apartments because it was like a chalet house. strange, but i saw Raj's family. at first i didnt know, but then they looked family. and then i saw their family photo. i dont know how my eyesight was so superb in my dream, but i could see Raj's face in that family photo. i guess i miss him!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THEN, very strange, the next apartment lives Mart. i see his face there. i mean, he was just lying there on the sofa. but i didnt bother too much about Mart cause my attention was with Raj's family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SIGH. mart. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37352758-992654627143364356?l=realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/992654627143364356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/992654627143364356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com/2010/10/021010.html' title='021010'/><author><name>peiyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954727757762494802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37352758.post-3890094726010912325</id><published>2010-10-02T23:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T23:14:52.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RIP Mrs Lee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TKidxoTNM7I/AAAAAAAAG-I/TfY9tZPpmCE/s1600/r1063770104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 247px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TKidxoTNM7I/AAAAAAAAG-I/TfY9tZPpmCE/s320/r1063770104.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523838418927039410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TKidxoTNM7I/AAAAAAAAG-I/TfY9tZPpmCE/s1600/r1063770104.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this was taken in 2003. wow 7 years ago. this image is still so fresh in my mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, i was distracted.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mrs Lee Kuan Yew passed away at the age of 89. sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mdm Kwa Geok Choo. i discovered so many things about her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bad news. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the day that i fear i feel is approaching. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;regards to the Lee family. seriously hope that LKY is ok. and our PM! please fly back soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37352758-3890094726010912325?l=realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/3890094726010912325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/3890094726010912325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com/2010/10/rip-mrs-lee.html' title='RIP Mrs Lee'/><author><name>peiyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954727757762494802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TKidxoTNM7I/AAAAAAAAG-I/TfY9tZPpmCE/s72-c/r1063770104.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37352758.post-7127838769441461394</id><published>2010-09-30T23:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T23:57:35.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LGMH</title><content type='html'>i'm reading about all these short stories on LGMH. i should really be saying 'aww' throughout but it's making me feel sad. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i really like these.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;I was in the grocery store when I saw a man in his 70s struggling to read the back of a cake box.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I walked up and asked him if he needed any help. He replied "I just need to know how to bake this cake for my wife and our 55th anniversary. She always loved chocolate cake."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Their endless love GMH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Today, I was at the store with my mom.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A little boy and who I presume to be his dad, come walking down the aisle, holding hands. The boy was describing the store to him, telling him how wonderful it was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The dad was blind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Little boys with love for their parents no matter the disability GMH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;had quite a good talk with cass over subway on wed night. first time having subway at Railmall. i was reminded of him. i finally had the courage to tell someone about him. i know alot of people know this already because it's been so obvious but that's only the bits and pieces and cass is the only one with the full puzzle. someone i can trust with all my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;today, i told kim. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;partly because he asked and partly because i know i can trust him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i like talking to him because i feel that i'm learning so much from him. unlike other people who i just talk to for fun, i actually learn things from this guy. i really need his positive energy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he was quite smart. or maybe it's a lucky guess. but in any case, he got it right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;why am i putting myself through such misery.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;why is it so hard? :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37352758-7127838769441461394?l=realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/7127838769441461394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/7127838769441461394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com/2010/09/lgmh.html' title='LGMH'/><author><name>peiyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954727757762494802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37352758.post-5740554799691238608</id><published>2010-09-25T00:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T00:59:42.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>never had i expect to be able to go for f1 this year.&lt;div&gt;never had i expect to meet 2 of my favourite drivers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(seriously, what more can i ask for?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;never had i expect i would get a grandstand ticket.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;never had i expect that i would get to watch adam lambert live. CANT WAIT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wished i had been able to watch daughtry live as well. tough luck. next time chris!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37352758-5740554799691238608?l=realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/5740554799691238608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/5740554799691238608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com/2010/09/never-had-i-expect-to-be-able-to-go-for.html' title=''/><author><name>peiyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954727757762494802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37352758.post-1881601129424494539</id><published>2010-09-25T00:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T00:47:33.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'>VETTEL! :D</title><content type='html'>woah this guy. i only received sanjeev's tweet about this when i'm already out. DIDNT FREAKING BRING MY CAMERA OUT!&lt;div&gt; i dont know why. i bring my autograph book but not my camera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so yep, i headed down to 313 for the 2nd german boy. can you freaking believe i spent so much time waiting for him. and most of the time i couldnt even see him ok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was glad that he went to the toilet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I MANAGED TO GET HIS AUTOGRAPH WHEN HE WAS ON THE WAY OUT! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i called out his name. no. i called 'bastian' actually. short for sebastian. :) AND HE TURNED. never expected that. so i asked whether i can get his autograph and his body language was like, gimme the book and the pen. WOOHOO! :)))))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i should have just left after that. instead, me being me, stayed all the way until HE leaves. i dont know. i just have this thing. i always wait for the celebrity to leave before i do, so that i know that i didnt miss out on anything. so yea, i waited for him. which was quite nonsense because i already had his autograph and i dont have my camera so i cant take good pictures. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the RBR management guy was quite nice to hand out vettel's postcards to us nearing the end. so when he came out, he was within touching distance again. i think im lucky in the sense that, i had really close experience with nico and sebas. i took the path that no one would take and got ahead of him. and the last autograph he signed that day, was mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37352758-1881601129424494539?l=realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/1881601129424494539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/1881601129424494539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com/2010/09/vettel-d.html' title='VETTEL! :D'/><author><name>peiyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954727757762494802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37352758.post-6786482892528263334</id><published>2010-09-22T22:54:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T01:20:27.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nico! :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TJo1HhXaR8I/AAAAAAAAG-A/G-K8WUGQ5V8/s1600/IMG_3605.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TJo1HhXaR8I/AAAAAAAAG-A/G-K8WUGQ5V8/s320/IMG_3605.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519782696627881922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TJo1HhXaR8I/AAAAAAAAG-A/G-K8WUGQ5V8/s1600/IMG_3605.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talk of the day,&lt;div&gt;NICOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO :DDDDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;what's wrong with:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  color: rgb(85, 85, 85); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Got some awesome shots of nico. I could have touched him here there everywhere but I know that aint nice so I didn't :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;true what. haha he was SO CLOSE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway according to twitter, (twitter is totally the best when the people actually tweet about their whereabouts) yea according to twitter, hamilton was at the singapore river with a bunch of kindergarden or some sort of children&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;jenson was at marina bay sands Tag Heuer opening&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;heikki just arrived in singapore and was waiting for someone to pick him up to his hotel!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've got a feeling. McLaren's staying at Conrad. just a feeling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but who cares. i want red bull. and nico. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37352758-6786482892528263334?l=realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/6786482892528263334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/6786482892528263334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com/2010/09/nico.html' title='nico! :)'/><author><name>peiyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954727757762494802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TJo1HhXaR8I/AAAAAAAAG-A/G-K8WUGQ5V8/s72-c/IMG_3605.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37352758.post-8898365306678656810</id><published>2010-09-19T01:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T01:56:25.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>adam 1 paparazzi 0</title><content type='html'>HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! THIS IS DAMN FUNNY.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TJT9FGH9P2I/AAAAAAAAG94/Trt5HlG8lSA/s320/tumblr_l8vz5zW5dv1qasu5do1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518313707420860258" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;look at how happy he is having defeated the paparazzi please!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37352758-8898365306678656810?l=realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/8898365306678656810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/8898365306678656810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com/2010/09/adam-1-paparazzi-0.html' title='adam 1 paparazzi 0'/><author><name>peiyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954727757762494802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pjjmw9M1XUo/TJT9FGH9P2I/AAAAAAAAG94/Trt5HlG8lSA/s72-c/tumblr_l8vz5zW5dv1qasu5do1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37352758.post-1892570837195573989</id><published>2010-09-18T23:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T23:57:07.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'>180910</title><content type='html'>in the midst of all that frenzy, i talked to,&lt;div&gt;my cousin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;melly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bryan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sam the dog. LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how interesting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3rd day talking to kim now! it's really fun and it's amazing we think the same for some things that i'm really passionate about. like, f1. HAHA i really love talking about f1 with friends. mel! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i remember......what day was it. thursday? i think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yea, yes yes yes it's thursday. was talking to kim. about..11/12am all the way to 3am. partly i was hoping for the other Dane to come online. which he did! at...240+am? he was surprised i was still awake. and he gave me a smiley! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that guy, so not considerate. knowing that it's late over here and the reason why i was still awake was to see him online and chat with him, he decided to watch the news. WHYYYYY. tsk. and whyyyyyyy is danish news 1hr! it would have been 330am if i waited till he's done. i wasnt sleepy at all, but i dont want to risk having my mum to wake up and tell me off. my dad already did ask why am i still awake at that sacred hour. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;went to bed at 3.10? woke up at 8.30am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i painted my nails maersk blue yesterday. blue nails is abit weird. but at the same time it looks quite nice. i think. haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm praying praying praying UK has Jesse Ruben's cd!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37352758-1892570837195573989?l=realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/1892570837195573989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/1892570837195573989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com/2010/09/180910.html' title='180910'/><author><name>peiyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954727757762494802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37352758.post-6309519521420101032</id><published>2010-09-15T00:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T01:02:25.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>130910</title><content type='html'>oh i was too excited about skyping yesterday that i didnt blog anything sensible. so here goes.&lt;div&gt;i left home for school at 7am and i reached home again at 940pm. fuck. what is this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i kind of like Mondays. except for the whole waking up early going to school part. i like LTB and our awesome group. oh today was quite funny. the 2nd half of the lesson we did this "build a container for eggs, get height' kind of thing (i'm damn lousy in describing i know) but it was something i played during the RWS training days. but i thought LTB gave some new twists. first they had a saboteur. Christian, gave totally nonsense ideas like taping the egg to the ceiling, which we totally ignored him. then the TAs took away our tape, made everyone in the group not talk other than 2 person, took away the scissors, made 3 persons change groups, changed the whole group to another table. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wah shit man. the last change was horrible. we actually worked quite well with the new 3 members from the other group but when we completely shift tables, holy shit. it was disastrous. that group built nothing from the time given la! we had to pick up all their shit and create something of our own in like, 5mins. our structure was nearly there but, nah it didnt quite stand. our original structure worked though! it was damn awesome and stable. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for CT we had to draw. something. i cant even remember the topic but dang, i must have blown everyone away with my drawing. HA! shit. i so feel like boasting my art piece. HAHAHAHAHAHA i'm glad that it went well, cause i practised drawing a copy at home, and that worked out well. but somehow or another, drawing things for the 2nd time always fail on me. maybe this time it didnt cause i didnt draw the 2nd time straightaway. i finished quite fast, like, 10mins? and Prof Goh actually asked whether i've done art before!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yea, the point is, I KICKED ASS. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(what a show-off peiyi. :D)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ah then i waited for my SAAT interview. went ok i guess. hopefully i'll get in. i need a cca a least until i can join muay thai! HAIYAT! :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LTB meeting next up. woah. first time kena chased out of the room. at 7pm. so we roamed around to find GSRs and just went into random ones to continue with our work. love our LTB group!!!!!! :)))))) meeting ended at 840pm. home at 940pm. urgh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37352758-6309519521420101032?l=realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/6309519521420101032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/6309519521420101032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com/2010/09/130910.html' title='130910'/><author><name>peiyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954727757762494802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37352758.post-3398437687875944898</id><published>2010-09-14T01:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T01:55:27.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WE FUCKING TALKED/SKYPED FOR 2HR 16MINS.&lt;div&gt;HOLY GUATEMOLEY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37352758-3398437687875944898?l=realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/3398437687875944898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37352758/posts/default/3398437687875944898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realreeeeelchiise.blogspot.com/2010/09/we-fucking-talkedskyped-for-2hr-16mins.html' title=''/><author><name>peiyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954727757762494802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
