<?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-8628160647523425768</id><updated>2012-02-17T09:11:50.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the fivehundred andtwentieth</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefivehundredandtwentieth.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628160647523425768/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefivehundredandtwentieth.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>JELLYFISH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491268736676294631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jHnURKO-t5Q/SMomK36GEMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/FRx95Zjzamw/S220/SasuNaru_Icon_by_eRemedy.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>42</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628160647523425768.post-6909039599718399462</id><published>2009-01-23T21:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T21:55:25.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'>movies and work again</title><content type='html'>thefivehundred andtwentieth;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had watched 2 movies so far, love matters and bride war, so i am here to comment about them. heh. LOVE MATTERS: it is quite funny in a singaporean ah-beng way and its mostly about sex. HAHA. i watched it yesterday with craigdarling and it was entertaining. it is kind of predictable as the plot line is set pretty soon. hmm. there is this sentence that was really cute about the person saying that he knows english. "GREEN, GREEN! (briiing briiing~!) i PINK (pick) up the phone. i ask, BLUE (who) are you? WHITE (what) you want? &lt;silence&gt; YELLOW YELLOW? (hello? hello?) you dont PURPLE-ly (purposely) &lt;em&gt;-something here, cant remember-&lt;/em&gt; , or i dont call you BLACK! (back)" so cute! he wanted to prove he knows english and colours. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRIDE WAR: i watched it today at cineleisure with the "sistairs~", ianchoi, jingwei and yuxuan. we talked alot and least to say they are irritating to the max with their "Barbarella Chanel McCartney/Poshbeckham" immitations. it was really alike though and ianchoi just does the "Leticia" part super good. jingwei and i can only roll our eyes at their silliness and have keep comments to ourselves. i think that the 2 of them have no life but to go to youtube, rewind the part again and again, memorising the stupid ways on how they speak. LOL. the show is just about two besties, due to some mistake, have to get married on the same day at the same location. therefore they tried to fight each other, using low-handed tricks like stuffing the other with goodies to get her fat, switched the can of tanning liquid from a honey brown with "a tone of premaritial bliss" to an caramel orange one at the tanning centre, etc, to get the other one to change her mind about putting off the marriage to a later date. it was super amusing to say the least. but they made up and anne hathaway split up with her suppose-husband-to-be at the altar after a brief on-the-ground-action with kate hudson cause she realised they dont love each other no more. sighh. thats kinda sad, but in the end, she was married to kate hudson's sister in a year's time and got pregnant, whose child was due on the same day as her bestie's child! 3rd of march! SO COOL. haha. but i was asking ianchoi, "so if one was boy and the other is girl, they cannot married cause they are cousins ya?" duhh. sorry. HAHA. ahhh, before and after the movie, we were window shopping and saw many pretty shoes that i might want to buy for JC wear. HAHA. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;GLENNUER! MY BAGGGGGG, YOU OWE MEEEEEEEEE~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; yupp, then i also saw awesome headphones! I WANT. omg! but craig said that cause headphones are more powerful, i would need a music player, not handphone, BUT A GOOD MUSIC PLAYER. where the hell can i afford it? so sighhhh, i guess i have to &lt;sniff~!&gt; just stare at it as my poor heart bleed it out. sighhhh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm, early this morning ex409 went to crash nanhua for its CNY celebration. it was okayyy i guess, minus the TKL singing and rapping away. GOD, THAT WAS AN ABHORRENCE! it sounded like our school was asking for NKF donations from the song they were singing. that was why nigel shouted, "PLEASE CALL, 1900-112-6868! AND MAKE YOUR DONATION!" it was pretty boring throughout the whole thing, so jocelyn and I were looking through kevin's handphone pictures and realise there were alot of retared pictures in there, like those stupid and cute ones. sighhh, hell lot of cat pics so i koped all of them. HAHA, IN YOUR FACE, KEVIN. ahh well, that should be all. byebye~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ttyl&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. J, i miss you toooooooo! CALL ME!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8628160647523425768-6909039599718399462?l=thefivehundredandtwentieth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefivehundredandtwentieth.blogspot.com/feeds/6909039599718399462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thefivehundredandtwentieth.blogspot.com/2009/01/movies-and-work-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628160647523425768/posts/default/6909039599718399462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628160647523425768/posts/default/6909039599718399462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefivehundredandtwentieth.blogspot.com/2009/01/movies-and-work-again.html' title='movies and work again'/><author><name>JELLYFISH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491268736676294631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jHnURKO-t5Q/SMomK36GEMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/FRx95Zjzamw/S220/SasuNaru_Icon_by_eRemedy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628160647523425768.post-6934234513644706362</id><published>2009-01-18T22:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T22:49:54.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'>plans for the week &amp;the last week.</title><content type='html'>thefivehundred andtwentieth;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i have been away for pretty long since i have my chalet and working days, or nights. on how you view it. HAHA. chalet was pretty fun, ms lim and ms loy came on the 2nd night, also the night i go home and sleep, as i have work the next day. i believe my body couldnt take it so i had to go home. in the end, i overslept and took a taxi to my workplace. wasn't that late, by the way. that day, which is the 16th, is a total sucker. i DO NOT want to talk about it. 17th, night shift, which was yesterday, was pretty smooth as one of my table was closed. YES! JACKPOT BABY! this is a really short summary of my last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this coming week. tomorrow i am going out with the girls to town, maybe pick up new slippers on the way. hmm, working on the 20th, 22th and the 25th. all night shifts. i had memorised my yusheng lucky passage. like what the lime stands for, etc. going back to nanhua to crash on the 23rd as it is their chinese new year celebration. also to play rugby. BRING IT ON BABY! ehh, then on the 24th night, going to chinatown to soak up the festive atmosphere with the girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am superb-ly bored now, hence the really short post entry. i have been reading "spiral falling". it is a beautiful story, but for people who are homophobes, scoot off to your corner and bang your head against the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ttyl&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8628160647523425768-6934234513644706362?l=thefivehundredandtwentieth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefivehundredandtwentieth.blogspot.com/feeds/6934234513644706362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thefivehundredandtwentieth.blogspot.com/2009/01/plans-for-week-last-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628160647523425768/posts/default/6934234513644706362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628160647523425768/posts/default/6934234513644706362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefivehundredandtwentieth.blogspot.com/2009/01/plans-for-week-last-week.html' title='plans for the week &amp;the last week.'/><author><name>JELLYFISH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491268736676294631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jHnURKO-t5Q/SMomK36GEMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/FRx95Zjzamw/S220/SasuNaru_Icon_by_eRemedy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628160647523425768.post-5561558467572455546</id><published>2009-01-13T12:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T12:35:53.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'>results</title><content type='html'>thefivehundred andtwentieth;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i finally got my results, after much near-seizures and hyperventilation. our &lt;em&gt;dear&lt;/em&gt; Mr Foo was showing us the statistics when all we want to have if the results, hence the sweaty palms and cold sweat. J and i were grasping each other and as our hands were secreting copious amount of urea and water, it ended up being super wet. we had to let go a number of times to dry them. you might ask, if it is so wet, why bother holding hands? it seems like she would die if she doesnt hold my hand. HAHA. so my results...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-AHEM!- sadly, it is a double digit, 10. to think i got 8 distinctions, though mostly are 2s, except for &lt;em&gt;oh-so-unexpected&lt;/em&gt; amaths and chinese, from sec3 year. there is one really, really out of the blue result, which would be my higher chinese. I GOT A FREAKING C6. but thank god i passed. HAHA. so i will be able to minus 4 bonus points. sighh. i was too much of a point to get into NJC, so maybe i'll appeal in using band, hence increasing the COP to 15. this would be really good, but i am really tired of band and is really interested in joining archery. wish i was more hardworking and get another A1 somewhere. that would really help. OH, guess who is our top scorer? JOCELYN YEO! she deserves it, for mugging so freaking hard. HAHA. good job, girl. ah well, after that terrifying experience, with much tears from my friends, (surprisingly i didnt cry. HAHA.) a group of us went to my haosheng house, all of them guys though. haha. they were playing mahjong originally and me reading, but some went off to play pool, so ash, howard and eric were complaining about missing a player. what else could they do but psycho me into playing with them? so i played and ended the game wrongly, giving them a chance to laugh boisterously at me. they stopped and pacified me after i &lt;s&gt;threatened to let the three of them play among themselves &lt;strong&gt;ONLY,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/s&gt; whined about it, being the girl i am. so we continued and i opened an animal shop along with a garden, (to those who dont know about mahjong, there are animals and flowers to "collect" and they increases the amount of money you will get if gambling is involved.) and the guys were complaining about them taking too much space on the table. WHO CARES. i won that round anyway. HAHA. after that i won 2 more rounds okayy, no more wrong wins okayy?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm, oh well, thats all for today. i am now going to get ready for ACJC open house. sighhhhh. byebye~ oh, i got a chalet from tomorrow to the 16th by the way, and working the full shift on the 16th. my poor poor body. ahh well, bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ttyl&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8628160647523425768-5561558467572455546?l=thefivehundredandtwentieth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefivehundredandtwentieth.blogspot.com/feeds/5561558467572455546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thefivehundredandtwentieth.blogspot.com/2009/01/results.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628160647523425768/posts/default/5561558467572455546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628160647523425768/posts/default/5561558467572455546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefivehundredandtwentieth.blogspot.com/2009/01/results.html' title='results'/><author><name>JELLYFISH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491268736676294631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jHnURKO-t5Q/SMomK36GEMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/FRx95Zjzamw/S220/SasuNaru_Icon_by_eRemedy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628160647523425768.post-6161909407561507541</id><published>2009-01-12T11:40:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T22:30:56.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IM SORRY! &amp;results day</title><content type='html'>thefivehundred andtwentieth;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first, i have to apologise for not updating my blog, to whoever comes and read my blog, which i dont know who and dont think there are any. oh wait. there is judith, so i am here to beg for her forgiveness. oh-so-holy-&lt;s&gt;monster&lt;/s&gt;, i mean maiden! please forgive your humble servant for not updating her blog. sighh. i was busy with a hell lot of things. if you guys EVER want to have a glimpse of what i was doing, go visit the above mentioned monster. HAHA. i was workign too and i super enjoyed, maybe except for splashing hot tea onto my shoes when the swing door opened in my face, smashing a wine glass, knocking over a teacup on the table and nearly taking an eye out of my customer with a chopstick. hmm, oh, did i mention about me nearly slipping and would effectively end my life with the plates crashing into my head? enough of that. i sound like im all angst and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MY HOLY MOLLY! its results day! IN LESS THAN 2 HOURS TIME, MY LIFE WILL BE ALTERED! FOREVER! sighh. i have this uncomfortable feeling settling in my stomach. i think i will start hyperventilating when the results are about to be released. i promised i'll lend my hand, shoulders, whichever part of my body that judith needs for her stress-relief. it was more like psychoing me and her endless cries of "ABIII~!" is giving me a migraine, so it was of no choice that i have to loan out myself to her. SIGH. HAHA. well, my most recent activity was yesterday, going out with J and her cousin, germaine. she is really close with J and super sweet. i quote, &lt;em&gt;"if you go off to die, i'll join you."&lt;/em&gt; IMAGINE THAT. i wish i have a cousin like that too. that was kinda morbid, when you pause and think about it, BUT! it's the thought that counts. HAHA. after dinner at the korean restaurant, which i think is pretty nice, J and i went to a playground underneath ale's block and talked, cam-whored, blew bubbles, etc. we had a lot of fun. maybe i should upload some pictures and show you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jHnURKO-t5Q/SWq-0PYprNI/AAAAAAAAABU/2EYOPwyJ-FA/s1600-h/SNV34003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290250516992470226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jHnURKO-t5Q/SWq-0PYprNI/AAAAAAAAABU/2EYOPwyJ-FA/s200/SNV34003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is me blowing bubbles. are there any? OH WAIT. THERE IS A BIG ONE! see it? pretty~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jHnURKO-t5Q/SWq_XbHO9FI/AAAAAAAAABc/levi3auWi6o/s1600-h/SNV34067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290251121436062802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jHnURKO-t5Q/SWq_XbHO9FI/AAAAAAAAABc/levi3auWi6o/s200/SNV34067.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jHnURKO-t5Q/SWq-0PYprNI/AAAAAAAAABU/2EYOPwyJ-FA/s1600-h/SNV34003.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;due to the lack of poses, i flashed to her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jHnURKO-t5Q/SWq_XQYDBCI/AAAAAAAAABk/Zy8J1QViHDY/s1600-h/SNV34070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290251118553793570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jHnURKO-t5Q/SWq_XQYDBCI/AAAAAAAAABk/Zy8J1QViHDY/s200/SNV34070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jHnURKO-t5Q/SWq_XQYDBCI/AAAAAAAAABk/Zy8J1QViHDY/s1600-h/SNV34070.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jHnURKO-t5Q/SWq_XQYDBCI/AAAAAAAAABk/Zy8J1QViHDY/s1600-h/SNV34070.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jHnURKO-t5Q/SWq-0PYprNI/AAAAAAAAABU/2EYOPwyJ-FA/s1600-h/SNV34003.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and she is evidently looking at the wrong area, shocked. &lt;em&gt;sighh,&lt;/em&gt; your inner prev is rearing its ugly head, J.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jHnURKO-t5Q/SWq_Xmjxq4I/AAAAAAAAABs/uXoIqegCtR8/s1600-h/SNV34028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290251124508568450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jHnURKO-t5Q/SWq_Xmjxq4I/AAAAAAAAABs/uXoIqegCtR8/s200/SNV34028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jHnURKO-t5Q/SWq_XQYDBCI/AAAAAAAAABk/Zy8J1QViHDY/s1600-h/SNV34070.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jHnURKO-t5Q/SWq_XQYDBCI/AAAAAAAAABk/Zy8J1QViHDY/s1600-h/SNV34070.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just because i did that, she attacked me with viciously blown bubbles, aimed in my face, effectively blinding me, all the while mentally cursing me for being a flasher...and a girl. HAHA. tsk tsk, careful J, my perv alert is going off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jHnURKO-t5Q/SWrBIk-rgKI/AAAAAAAAAB0/G0cO7KIeInw/s1600-h/SNV34131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290253065409757346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jHnURKO-t5Q/SWrBIk-rgKI/AAAAAAAAAB0/G0cO7KIeInw/s200/SNV34131.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jHnURKO-t5Q/SWq_XQYDBCI/AAAAAAAAABk/Zy8J1QViHDY/s1600-h/SNV34070.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jHnURKO-t5Q/SWq_XQYDBCI/AAAAAAAAABk/Zy8J1QViHDY/s1600-h/SNV34070.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as she had hurt an innocent girl who is just flashing for the fun of it, she is now hereby on the run. this is a wanted poster of her. everyone please cooperate. if you see this suspicious character armed with a bottle of soap solution, please call the police or notify any adults. please do not become the next victim, just like the now-blinded abigail. thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, this is all. HAHA. i think J will kill me if she sees this post. ahh well, i seriously do not care. HAHA. im off to get ready. byeeeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. i took a super long time to fit her face into that space. too big. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ttyl&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8628160647523425768-6161909407561507541?l=thefivehundredandtwentieth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefivehundredandtwentieth.blogspot.com/feeds/6161909407561507541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thefivehundredandtwentieth.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-sorry-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628160647523425768/posts/default/6161909407561507541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628160647523425768/posts/default/6161909407561507541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefivehundredandtwentieth.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-sorry-day.html' title='IM SORRY! &amp;results day'/><author><name>JELLYFISH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491268736676294631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jHnURKO-t5Q/SMomK36GEMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/FRx95Zjzamw/S220/SasuNaru_Icon_by_eRemedy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jHnURKO-t5Q/SWq-0PYprNI/AAAAAAAAABU/2EYOPwyJ-FA/s72-c/SNV34003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628160647523425768.post-1945104949772083112</id><published>2008-12-23T20:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T21:20:51.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'>farewell party; day out with judith</title><content type='html'>thefivehundred andtwentieth;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was the farewell party for wenfu. it was at jenna's house and before that, evelyn, cynthia, howard, ashleigh and anlin went to shop for groceries at west mall. obviously i tagged along too as they were coming to my house to fry the food stuff. eh, after a lot of trouble going through to get what we need, we finally assembled in my house. i started frying and cynthia worked on making the agar. she was convinced that it would take super fast to set but it took pretty long despite dumping the largest one in my freezer and the shallower ones in trays of cold water. HAHA. it was too bland even when she spammed the sugar. sighh. i had some trouble with the fries as it was taking too long. luckily my dad came home coincidentally and he helped. nice papa. HAHA. to cut long story short, we split, howard anlin and evelyn in the going off first group and the rest of us in the food carriers group. craigbaobei came along half way through, by the way. he gave me chocolates! HAHA. sweet ass. mwarkks. and my papa sent us there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was very enjoyable to see everyone there again. we played music and had fun with games like twister, taboo and musical chairs. OMG, daniel was super pro at musical chairs. judith was boomed away and we all laughed like crap. sadly, luck wasn't on his side when he showdowned with eugene. the music stopped when he was facing the back of the chair. after all these, we went home and i had one of my mood swings again, so poor craig was my victim again. i think i bully him. so sorry. heh. i was sick and could hardly stand straight yesterday. but i ate painkillers and was slightly better. heh. NOW I"M WELL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm, today i had fun out with judith. we went to shop for craig's present, well, actually me and i got her slippers, "like finally." i say. HAHA. i was super stressed over something and im broke too. seriously broke, with no money to my name. I NEED CLOTHES FOR NEW YEAR. i was thinking about it and decided i only need one set as i dont believe we need to go out that much, hence i shall get a nice dress. WAHAHAHA! saving money! heh. sighh, i shall be off now, byebye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ttyl&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8628160647523425768-1945104949772083112?l=thefivehundredandtwentieth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefivehundredandtwentieth.blogspot.com/feeds/1945104949772083112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thefivehundredandtwentieth.blogspot.com/2008/12/farewell-party-day-out-with-judith.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628160647523425768/posts/default/1945104949772083112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628160647523425768/posts/default/1945104949772083112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefivehundredandtwentieth.blogspot.com/2008/12/farewell-party-day-out-with-judith.html' title='farewell party; day out with judith'/><author><name>JELLYFISH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491268736676294631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jHnURKO-t5Q/SMomK36GEMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/FRx95Zjzamw/S220/SasuNaru_Icon_by_eRemedy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628160647523425768.post-1750599712446342472</id><published>2008-12-20T14:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T14:50:59.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random christmas shopping</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;thefivehundred&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;andtwentieth&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to shop for the gift exchange stuff yesterday with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;bestie&lt;/span&gt;. eh, i got a present that i think and hope is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;unisexual&lt;/span&gt; and shared present for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;wenfu&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;bestie&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;raymond&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;craigdarling&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ermm&lt;/span&gt;, he also bought this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;shinigami&lt;/span&gt; sign thingy for his cousin in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;otaku&lt;/span&gt; house. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;, there is this really cute bedroom slippers, shaped in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Ouran&lt;/span&gt; BUNNY head and i really want it. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;sighh&lt;/span&gt;. i tried to psycho him into buying it for me, but obviously, i failed. he wanted to get this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;cosplay&lt;/span&gt; costume of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;kuchiki&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;byakuya&lt;/span&gt; for his cousin, but the whole set cost a freaking 142$. its like scary~ &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;tiong&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;bahru&lt;/span&gt; plaza to meet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;raymond&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;craigdarling&lt;/span&gt;. i had not met him for a super long time, since &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;tuesday&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; you roll your eyes when you see this and comment sarcastically, "it is only like, what, ONLY 5 days." &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; slap you i tell you. holidays &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;leh&lt;/span&gt;! 5 days long can. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;. after that, just walked around to look for the exchange present for howard, bought some wrapping paper and went home. heh. right now, stupid &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;winarto&lt;/span&gt; is trying to stir my inner-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;choibu&lt;/span&gt;-stalker-like feelings up. he said there is this really pretty girl, rated 11/10, the man says, he saw at his workplace. however she was too young to work there so after a day, she was "chased" away. now he had some wind of her. apparently she is working at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;tampines&lt;/span&gt; and he is now trying to psycho me into going with him. SIGH. i really want to see the so call pretty girl. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;AHHHH&lt;/span&gt;, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;DONT&lt;/span&gt; KNOW. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. dilemma. ah well, im going off, byebye~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ttyl&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: im hungry.T.T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8628160647523425768-1750599712446342472?l=thefivehundredandtwentieth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefivehundredandtwentieth.blogspot.com/feeds/1750599712446342472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thefivehundredandtwentieth.blogspot.com/2008/12/random-christmas-shopping.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628160647523425768/posts/default/1750599712446342472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628160647523425768/posts/default/1750599712446342472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefivehundredandtwentieth.blogspot.com/2008/12/random-christmas-shopping.html' title='random christmas shopping'/><author><name>JELLYFISH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491268736676294631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jHnURKO-t5Q/SMomK36GEMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/FRx95Zjzamw/S220/SasuNaru_Icon_by_eRemedy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628160647523425768.post-4976747853965858466</id><published>2008-12-18T21:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T21:58:44.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sentosa cancelled; twilight</title><content type='html'>thefivehundred andtwentieth;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, here i am again. some of the girls backed out as they apparently have reasons we cant blame them for and along with some hiccups, the trip to &lt;em&gt;oh-so-gorgeous&lt;/em&gt; sentosa was cancelled. i was pretty disappointed but got over it. HAHA. i called judith to moan about it a while but we decided to go out and look for jobs. it was super hard as what my neighbour say, t&lt;em&gt;he economy aint good, darling&lt;/em&gt; and i really want to work in cosafe. sighh~ she was suppose to be "working", which is singing carols. i bet she spoils the whole thing. HAHA. but to think she was nice to treat me to korean food. i think she cant finish it so she dragged me there to share with her. however to make it even, i helped her strip the chicken meat off the bones. it was super hard as the chopsticks korean use are flat on both sides so the area of my hand which the chopsticks rest on is super red after that. the beef was super nice though. heh. she promised to bring me to another restaurant which is cheaper and has bigger portions. my stomach was already stuffed to its gills despite the "smaller" portions that we SHARED, so imagine how we would fare if we have bigger portions that we are going to share. sigh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after lunch, we went to dhoby ghaut to catch TWILIGHT! wahahahaha, we watched it in the grand cathay and it was super full. the show was enjoyable as robert pattison is cute~ he is so pale, but -SPOILERS AHEAD!- the way he glitters in sunlight is rather like slapping body glitter onto his skin, but still &lt;em&gt;it's beautiful, just like diamonds,&lt;/em&gt; as quoted from Bella. sigh. i liked this sentence alot, in which edward says to bella, &lt;em&gt;" you are like my own personal brand of heroin." &lt;/em&gt; so sweet~ haha. however, when jessica pointed out the Cullens, she introduced Jasper as &lt;em&gt;the guy who looks like he is in pain. &lt;/em&gt;i couldn't stop laughing. therefore i couldn't help but snigger as quietly as possible whenever i see jasper on screen. amusing. also they could play baseball when there is a thunderstorm coming because they hit super hard and goes BOOM! well, in all there are alot of scenes that i really liked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that we took a long time getting home in the same bus, 174. HAHA. we slept in the bus, super ugly. sigh~ this is so boring. well, there should be all, so bye bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ttyl&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8628160647523425768-4976747853965858466?l=thefivehundredandtwentieth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefivehundredandtwentieth.blogspot.com/feeds/4976747853965858466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thefivehundredandtwentieth.blogspot.com/2008/12/sentosa-cancelled-twilight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628160647523425768/posts/default/4976747853965858466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628160647523425768/posts/default/4976747853965858466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefivehundredandtwentieth.blogspot.com/2008/12/sentosa-cancelled-twilight.html' title='sentosa cancelled; twilight'/><author><name>JELLYFISH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491268736676294631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jHnURKO-t5Q/SMomK36GEMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/FRx95Zjzamw/S220/SasuNaru_Icon_by_eRemedy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628160647523425768.post-6801999796689705466</id><published>2008-12-18T21:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T21:17:46.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the day the earth stood still</title><content type='html'>thefivehundred andtwentieth;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to watch this movie and it was pretty cool. i dont really like sci-fic shows, and to me sci-fic are those which contain aliens and stuff. HAHA. but it was alright. super cool. and i can only say i &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; keanu reeves. he is super cool. &lt;em&gt;sighhh~&lt;/em&gt; haha. i enjoyed it pretty much. oh i watched it with darling anyway. it had been so many days since i last saw him as he had work to do, as a promotor. sigh. poor baobei, i wonder how is his back and whether is his legs are holding on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had been bored out of my mind since TCC didnt call me. and i went chijmes alone to check out this maid cafe i read about online. i wanted to work there but apparently they said 18 years and above. however it was stated 2 years ago so i am unsure if the rule still apply. i wanted to ask if they want to recruit but the girls in the &lt;em&gt;kawaii &lt;/em&gt;dresses were too scary. they were standing sentinel at the entrance,with bored faces that promise death if you bother them about something that have nothing to do with making money. HAHA. i am exaggerating but looking at them, the thought must definitely pass through your brain at least once. sighh. i am gonna start another new post as i dont want to make the post too long nor to mix the topics up. so new post right up~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ttyl&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8628160647523425768-6801999796689705466?l=thefivehundredandtwentieth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefivehundredandtwentieth.blogspot.com/feeds/6801999796689705466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thefivehundredandtwentieth.blogspot.com/2008/12/day-earth-stood-still.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628160647523425768/posts/default/6801999796689705466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628160647523425768/posts/default/6801999796689705466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefivehundredandtwentieth.blogspot.com/2008/12/day-earth-stood-still.html' title='the day the earth stood still'/><author><name>JELLYFISH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491268736676294631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jHnURKO-t5Q/SMomK36GEMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/FRx95Zjzamw/S220/SasuNaru_Icon_by_eRemedy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628160647523425768.post-8757620202137461276</id><published>2008-12-13T20:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T21:44:50.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>baobei is back nehsxz!</title><content type='html'>thefivehundred andtwentieth;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay! kinda late but yes! my laogong is back! &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WELCOME BACK DARLING!&lt;/span&gt; HAHA. ahhh. i have been going to libraries so often and borrowing so many books. but it is cool~ HAHA. i met with him today and chatted about his super cool trip to JAPAN~ that is one place i want to go when i grow up. note the "want" and "grow up". massive &lt;em&gt;sighhhhh&lt;/em&gt;. he took a lot of pictures in his phone and i was mesmerised. HAHA. i would have ignored him and sighed wistfully at the snow in the pictures but he looked at them with me. he also talked to me about his baby cousin, which is 2.5 years old. HE IS SUPER CUTE. well, i have not met him in person but his picture, ya. HAHA. he does really cute things. HAHA. well, after the pictures, we went to west mall and i passed "breaking dawn" to christella. i started to fear for his sanity after reaching home and getting his bike. we were on the way to lunch. as it was raining, we had to share an umbrella and he had to rolled his bike along too. he couldn't let go of the tune in the song, "bleed it out" by linkin park, and he started singing. after a while, he attempted to change the words. see "attempted". well, one version was not that bad, but super retarded. i think it was, &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;" i work so hard, earn so much, just to throw it away."&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;em&gt;something&lt;/em&gt; along that line, instead of  &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"i'm bleeding out, digging deeper, just to throw it away."&lt;/span&gt; it was &lt;em&gt;irony&lt;/em&gt;, he said. HAHA. but the rest was just stupid, no offence darling. it made me laugh like hell though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, i had fun with my primary school band mates and my brothers in school and in the arcade. i threw hoops and &lt;em&gt;surprise!&lt;/em&gt; most went in. haha. it was even more fun at ale's house as a group of us gathered there and played WII. mariocart was a laugh because all my cart did was to spin around uncontrollably. only after the race then did i realise i held the controller wrongly. funny to the max though. after that was guitar heros and i screwed the medium level up. ah well, i am not cut out to be a drummer. heh. OH OH! then the super cool HOUSE OF DEAD 2. only jocelyn and i were man enough to take it on. ahh..man enough &lt;em&gt;for a girl&lt;/em&gt; to not get put off by the large amount of red splattering the screen and purplish, supposingly rotting body parts being blasted off the zombies. i think we are kinda sadistic though. apparently, there was this angle at which you shoot the head and it will snap off the neck and spin into infinity and beyond. we laughed at it. but its really funny. evelyn and cheryl were staring at us with definite fear for their safety shining in their eyes, as if we were about to go crazy and aim the remotes at their heads. i believe they stuck to that thought when i giggled at their looks and went "bang!" at them, pointing the remote as though taking aim. alethea had escaped to the safe walls of her room the moment we ( jocelyn and I, by the way ) wanted to play the game. we had dinner and went to damien's church. it was enjoyable actually, i guess and there was a lot of thanksgiving. a little awkward as we apparently dont belong there and the people they mentioned the youths to pray for were total strangers to us. we had icecream after that and that was all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM GOING TO READ NOW. BYEBYE! oh, right. judith ang shi ern! learn to pick up your phone idiot. or at least call back. tsk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8628160647523425768-8757620202137461276?l=thefivehundredandtwentieth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefivehundredandtwentieth.blogspot.com/feeds/8757620202137461276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thefivehundredandtwentieth.blogspot.com/2008/12/baobei-is-back-nehsxz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628160647523425768/posts/default/8757620202137461276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628160647523425768/posts/default/8757620202137461276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefivehundredandtwentieth.blogspot.com/2008/12/baobei-is-back-nehsxz.html' title='baobei is back nehsxz!'/><author><name>JELLYFISH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491268736676294631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jHnURKO-t5Q/SMomK36GEMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/FRx95Zjzamw/S220/SasuNaru_Icon_by_eRemedy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628160647523425768.post-2662752055683332912</id><published>2008-12-09T17:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:38:43.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mountain of tissue</title><content type='html'>thefivehundred andtwentieth;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am now currently buried in my mountain of tissue paper that was used to stem the flow from my nose temporarily. i am sorry for killing so many trees but it was kind of necessary. as you guys can see, or maybe not, i am sick. my throat hurts and my nose is leaking and my tear glands are over reactive. i feel like dying. i just spent 3 hours or less maybe, translating 30% of a chapter in a manga and damn, i think the person was trying to test me, what with all those maths theorems in chinese and chinese literature. whatever man. that was over and done with. i am going to bury myself in blankets now and hope to die before someone finds me. bye people&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8628160647523425768-2662752055683332912?l=thefivehundredandtwentieth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefivehundredandtwentieth.blogspot.com/feeds/2662752055683332912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thefivehundredandtwentieth.blogspot.com/2008/12/mountain-of-tissue.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628160647523425768/posts/default/2662752055683332912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628160647523425768/posts/default/2662752055683332912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefivehundredandtwentieth.blogspot.com/2008/12/mountain-of-tissue.html' title='mountain of tissue'/><author><name>JELLYFISH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491268736676294631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jHnURKO-t5Q/SMomK36GEMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/FRx95Zjzamw/S220/SasuNaru_Icon_by_eRemedy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628160647523425768.post-6342937550796769410</id><published>2008-12-08T18:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T18:35:04.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ikea</title><content type='html'>thefivehundred andtwentieth;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, judith and i went to ikea to walk walk. before that i had lunch with my family and i couldn't finish my noodles yet again. HAHA. we camwhored yet again. she said that she would eventually change me into a cam-whore and i totally agree. HAHA. i met vincent, IN YOUR FACE SHILEI! and zixin, IN YOUR FACE AGAIN SHILEI! HAHA. i believe that shilei has a vincent-complex. she goes, "VINCENT!" when she sees him. by the way, vincent is shilei's flute junior. hmm, also we met a whole group of nanhua netballers who we never even seen before. judith dont believe me until i pointed out their jackets to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we snapped pictures on the beds, with the furnitures and mirrors. i shall kop the pictures from her when she upload then maybe show you guys on my blog. i posed some spastic ones which might make me change my mind about displaying it. HAHA. ahh~ i met amanda at jec and returned her hoodie to her. i borrowed it from her when we stayed over at merchant court. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that i just came home. i seriously think i have a boring boring life~ my rotting-oh-meter is now up to 20%. however, regenerating is possible. HAHA. today is super cold. i hate it. sobbb. i go off and rot somemore. byebye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8628160647523425768-6342937550796769410?l=thefivehundredandtwentieth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefivehundredandtwentieth.blogspot.com/feeds/6342937550796769410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thefivehundredandtwentieth.blogspot.com/2008/12/ikea.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628160647523425768/posts/default/6342937550796769410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628160647523425768/posts/default/6342937550796769410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefivehundredandtwentieth.blogspot.com/2008/12/ikea.html' title='ikea'/><author><name>JELLYFISH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491268736676294631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jHnURKO-t5Q/SMomK36GEMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/FRx95Zjzamw/S220/SasuNaru_Icon_by_eRemedy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628160647523425768.post-1536076950436571806</id><published>2008-12-07T14:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T15:07:28.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>finally, the concert is over.</title><content type='html'>thefivehundred andtwentieth;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aww man, finally the band camp is finished and the concert is done and over with. i had enjoyed myself and the concert was fun. however there was some hiccups which enabled the alumni band to steal the limlight back from&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;VS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, who acted as the guest band and snatched the thunder from us unceremoniously in the beginning. HAHA. apparently, the percussion juniors misplaced ianny's drum set scores for the 2 songs. thank god ianny remembered the first song, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"i only care about you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; so that was dealed okayy. however, the problem came when we were suppose to play &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"hairspray"&lt;/span&gt;. LOL, yes, the musical which has this fat singer with a gravity defying, ozone-depleting hair-do. it was a nice song and its a pity that we couldn't play that song during the alumni band slot, as benedict couldn't find the scores. we bought some time by playing the 1st song again. conductor tan was pretty upset so he said if we couldn't find the scores, leave, so we left. BUT, BUT! we still managed to play that song during encore. the juniors, however were pretty rattled about the fact that we took their slot for encore. i felt pretty mean. HAHA. after that, jingwei, ianchoi, yuxuan and me went to mac for supper. shilei couldn't join us because she had work in the morning at the zoo, that poor girl. then, when we were walking to the interchange, i &lt;strong&gt;THOUGHT&lt;/strong&gt; i recognised my bus number and ran like mad, only to find that it was some other bus when i reached the interchange. -.- i was praying ferverently to whichever god that would listen that my bus come quickly so as to avoid meeting the guys. i knew the evil evil guys would laugh and true enough they did. EVIL SHIT HEADS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on saturday i was suppose to work but i spent the morning with craig as he was suppose to go overseas at midnight. but that &lt;em&gt;evil evil&lt;/em&gt; agency called me to say that the event was cancelled and i didnt have to work when i already passed the mrt gate thingy. i was so angry i nearly cried. i have been unlucky when it comes to these. my mom asked me to jump thrice on the spot to get rid of bad luck and i did. HAHA. i went to her shop and spent the day there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I WANT A NEW WATCH FROM SWATCH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; it is so pretty! white and its quite cheap as compared to the rest. -.- 99 bucks. even if i get my pay, i dont think i'll be able to afford it. i need to pay money to craig, my brother, buy presents etc. AHHHHHHHH!!!!! no moneyyyyy. SOBBBBB NEHSXZ! &lt;em&gt;someone get for me?&lt;/em&gt; HAHA. well, my baobeii is off to ninpon! for 6days at midnight. sigh. i'll be missing him like crap but he said if i occupy myself, time will &lt;em&gt;fly~ &lt;/em&gt;heh. byebye, i go &lt;em&gt;occupy&lt;/em&gt; myself now. heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8628160647523425768-1536076950436571806?l=thefivehundredandtwentieth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefivehundredandtwentieth.blogspot.com/feeds/1536076950436571806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thefivehundredandtwentieth.blogspot.com/2008/12/finally-concert-is-over.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628160647523425768/posts/default/1536076950436571806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628160647523425768/posts/default/1536076950436571806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefivehundredandtwentieth.blogspot.com/2008/12/finally-concert-is-over.html' title='finally, the concert is over.'/><author><name>JELLYFISH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491268736676294631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jHnURKO-t5Q/SMomK36GEMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/FRx95Zjzamw/S220/SasuNaru_Icon_by_eRemedy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628160647523425768.post-2744921178431870348</id><published>2008-12-02T21:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T22:58:42.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>busy</title><content type='html'>thefivehundred andtwentieth;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so busy and my posts are getting really behind. okayy so this will be a really short summary of my days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday30nov: went to EXPO to look for craig at his IT fair work thingy and finally found him after a long long time. i was with judith and she was really impatient, so i let her lead the way. after seeing him and effectively distracting him, we got to changi and thoroughly explored the whole place. it was quite fun. i was super hungry so we ate first at sakae teppanyaki. i ate the turkey set whereas hers was the chicken one. we camwhored like siao, example, taking flight shots with paper planes, superwoman poses, etc, and i forced her to send me all. however her cam was crazy so kinda hard to update. i waited for craig and he was quite angry that i wasn't being a good girl and waited for him despite him "banning" me for waiting. he didnt want me to waste time and be outside for so late. so once we reached bukit batok, we cabbed to my place first and his after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday1dec: YAY! 9th anniversary. super happy, but he was tired so he slept till super late. i got alumni band practice in the morning anyway and since he was still sleeping, i went out with jingwei and yuxuan to jp to eat and walk around. went home after that and was super sian. baobei's feet hurts so couldnt come find me, however we catching a movie in the evening called quarantine. it is super gory and i am not particularly enthusiastic about recalling the gristly details. he sent me home and greeted my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY ANNIVERSARY TO YOU LAOGONG!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;-GLOMPS YOU AND KISSES MADLY!-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuesday2dec: went to the cathay to watch wild child, pretty nice i think but amanda kinda fell asleep. after that, walked around a bit and gossiped at starbucks. i had to rush for band and saw zaewe. he got much shuaier actually, fitter and darker, with nicer hair. we practiced and ate dinner and played mahjong. i got home and watched tv. i have a boring boring life~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for tomorrow, i have to go to the camp and play with the little kiddos. well, byebye people~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8628160647523425768-2744921178431870348?l=thefivehundredandtwentieth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefivehundredandtwentieth.blogspot.com/feeds/2744921178431870348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thefivehundredandtwentieth.blogspot.com/2008/12/busy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628160647523425768/posts/default/2744921178431870348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628160647523425768/posts/default/2744921178431870348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefivehundredandtwentieth.blogspot.com/2008/12/busy.html' title='busy'/><author><name>JELLYFISH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491268736676294631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jHnURKO-t5Q/SMomK36GEMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/FRx95Zjzamw/S220/SasuNaru_Icon_by_eRemedy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628160647523425768.post-9007344737230761063</id><published>2008-11-29T20:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T21:17:03.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>work; NJC tune in</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;thefivehundred&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;andtwentieth&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;okayy&lt;/span&gt;, i know i know, long time no update, blah..blah..blah... i had been busy so you cant blame me. well, maybe laziness was part of the reason too. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;. well, i was working at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;novotel&lt;/span&gt; on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;thursday&lt;/span&gt; and all i can say is..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;NOVOTEL&lt;/span&gt; ROCKS! seriously, the staff there are so much more friendly and they talk and speak normally, unlike some shrew that screams her lungs off and complain of a sore throat at &lt;em&gt;oh-so-mighty&lt;/em&gt; grand &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;hyatt&lt;/span&gt;. HOWEVER, there are cons too. at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;novotel&lt;/span&gt;, the facilities for the staff are not so nice. i could still feel my heart freezing whenever i think of the locker room suddenly being thrown into darkness when i was the only one inside. the lights in the locker room remain bright when the sensors feel someone in there. as i was at the far end corner and no one was in, the freaking lights popped out! I&lt;strong&gt; WAS SO SCARED CAN?!&lt;/strong&gt; and i banged into the locker, attempting to wave the lights on. and it did not just throw me into darkness once, it was &lt;strong&gt;TWICE!&lt;/strong&gt; damn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;novotel&lt;/span&gt;, even though i was given a fake name tag and hence called "CELINE" for the rest of the night, and has to wear a white top which i think is a totally retarded colour to choose for staff working in food industries, it was enjoyable. i am yet again a beverage runner and the guests were pretty nice and polite. i particularly enjoyed the videos in which the groom and his mates were "tortured". the bride was really skinny but super pretty. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;hmm&lt;/span&gt;, oh ya! NEWS FLASH! the bartender called me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;MEINU&lt;/span&gt;! which means pretty girl/woman. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;WAHAHHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;. and said i was cute. but he thought i was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;TKL&lt;/span&gt;. -.- not that i mind &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt;, but seriously, do i look like one? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;. but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; very much prefer if it was my boyfriend who calls me that. I'LL BE SUPER HAPPY! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;. oh ya, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;ianny&lt;/span&gt; was known as "SAMMY", &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;amanda&lt;/span&gt; was "SANDY" and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;christella&lt;/span&gt;, i cant remember. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;. sorry~ oh and when we were made to remove chairs and put the covers on before stacking them on again, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;ianny&lt;/span&gt; named most of the towers of chairs after him. -.- calling them "SAMMY 1, SAMMY 2" that was super lame, but funny. couldn't let go of that stupid joke. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;ahhh&lt;/span&gt;, after work, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;amanda&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;christella&lt;/span&gt; ran like hell for the last &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;MRT&lt;/span&gt;. super funny because there were 3 girls who worked with us too saw us running, and they ran along without asking why. only when they reached us, then did they ask, "WHY YOU RUNNING FOR?!" we replied, "chasing for the last train." and they were like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt; HURRY! so 6 girls ran along the length of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;clarke&lt;/span&gt; quay at nearly 12 midnight. some caucasian took a picture of us running and one girl was disoriented by the blinding flash, hence stepping on her friend's slippers, causing her to fall forward, only to be caught by the same friend who tripped her. quite a chain effect, i reckon. HAHA. long story cut short, we caught the mrt, got to bukit batok and walked home. my mom and brother came down to fetch me and my mom was cussing under her breath about inconsiderate managers and the bus services for ending so early. pretty amusing though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, jingwei, yuxuan and i met at clementi before getting to NJC for tune in and guess what, our own diva, IANCHOI was late. when i called his house, he was still sleeping and he actually had the face to go, "oh ya~" when he finally picked up. oh, the thickness of ianchoi's face. anyway, we walked a hell lot of distance to the gate and got to the band room. we practised and played game a bit. all the nanhuarians in my group were made to do forfeit : the chicken dance. super embarrassing as i was the only girl made to shake my ass in front of some people i just knew. WAHAHAHA. but i dont care~ lalala~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the conductor is super cute, blur blur kind, old also. and i can only say the songs are super hard. i couldn't catch up! OMG! oh wait, part of the reason was that i couldn't read bass clef hence i was lagging behind. HEH. finding excuses for myself but who cares~ its not like i will be joining band in jc again. &gt;.&lt; haha. we played station games and guess what? MY SECTION GROUP WON! WAHAHHAHAHA. A SONY PSP SLIM AND LIGHT! that was what the person said. but end up, its just a block building kind of game. and my ass hurts from winning this game that i rock at. HAHA. it was suppose to be 2 people from opposite groups sliding along the bench and when they meet, they play scissors paper stone. i nearly won the first time round but lost. HOWEVER i still won! WAHAHAHAHA. ah well, this should be all~ i dont think have anything more to say. well, byebye~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8628160647523425768-9007344737230761063?l=thefivehundredandtwentieth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefivehundredandtwentieth.blogspot.com/feeds/9007344737230761063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thefivehundredandtwentieth.blogspot.com/2008/11/work-njc-tune-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628160647523425768/posts/default/9007344737230761063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628160647523425768/posts/default/9007344737230761063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefivehundredandtwentieth.blogspot.com/2008/11/work-njc-tune-in.html' title='work; NJC tune in'/><author><name>JELLYFISH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491268736676294631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jHnURKO-t5Q/SMomK36GEMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/FRx95Zjzamw/S220/SasuNaru_Icon_by_eRemedy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628160647523425768.post-7397629927731823410</id><published>2008-11-25T23:56:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T00:32:07.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'>promenade; stayover; WII !!</title><content type='html'>thefivehundred andtwentieth;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okayy, so yesterday was officially NanHuaHigh promenade, held at swissotel merchant court. it was pretty posh and was super crowded when we first reached there. by the way, i met up with clara, cynthia and limin first at clementi before going to clarke quay. well, to cut a long story short, everyone was gorgeous, the food is moderate, service was pretty bad as i could definitely offer more, and pictures were taken left, right, centre. it was a pretty great night as i laughed at the class videos, swoon at the pretty girls and sexy cuttings, smile and make silly faces at the cameras. amanda and i were whining about missing our trays, me the round tray due to me being a beverage runner whereas hers was the oval tray for food runners. it was pretty funny. i seriously think that the waiter at my side is either blind or just plain retarded. i wanted a drink and i raised my arm, asking around the table for people who wanted drinks too. however, i was ignored and the waiter stared off in the distance. yileen they all joined in, attempting to catch his attention by waving madly in his peripheral view, but! &lt;strong&gt;WE.WERE.STILL.IGNORED.&lt;/strong&gt; ahh well, finally, he came back with orange crush for everyone with empty glasses, without asking. so i can only conclude, i can do a much better job! WAHAHAHHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i took a hell lot of pictures, with everyone else cameras but not mine as i didnt bring. so now, i had to suffer the consequences of being dense and stubborn. i had to HUNT for the pictures with me in it. i dont really cam-whore as i didnt find it necessary? but this time round, its prom night, graduation night, whatever, and would be most probably the last time i would be seeing EVERYONE in my class, unless a class outing is organised otherwise. i can only say i love my class to the max! it is the best class ever and i could say i love ALMOST everyone in my class. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was actually debating whether to stay or not, in the room the girls booked, but they said i could stay and my mom didnt really mind, so i decided to stay. just when i parted ways with craigven, ( some of the guys going over to his house to camp for the night. ) rachel called to say the room had kinda reached its limit, so she asked if i could go home. i didnt mind, so i called craig to tell him that but he didnt pick up. so i turned to my 2nd resort, howard. THEN, after that call, cyn said rachel called her, telling her it was alright. so what could i do? obviously i stayed and had to live with the evil creation people call heels for the whole night. i found my tiny piece of heaven when i took off the heels and walked barefooted, if you pardon the black stockings, to the hotel room. well, long story cut short, we struggled with removing the super stubborn eye makeup we wear, aka mascara, walked around the hotel outside, drank starbucks, walked somemore, return back, stayed up pretty late and gossiped over soggy fries and gross nuggets from macs. i fell asleep and rested for 2 hours and so, from 5 to 7 plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we ate breakfast at subway, and i followed ale to her house. SHE HAS A WII! I AM SO HIGH WHEN I HEARD THAT. haha. so i played and played. super cool. suddenly a guy walked in and ale just looked up coolly. that guy just took ale's house like his own home, flopping down onto the massage chair and talked to her. i was kinda confused, but i just let it be. in the end, it was her cousin. we played wii together and i laughed at him being even suckier than me at hand-foot coordination. at least mine seems pretty normal. he sucks even at left hand-right hand coordination and his sense of rythmn is non-existent. sorry, ale's cousin, but the reality hurts. HAHA. he works best when there are incentives, like the chao kuay tiao we betted kiddingly. LOL. the difference was pretty great as he could at least make it till the singer open his mouth and sing till the 2nd sentence before dying with incentives instead of the usual dying before the singer EVEN opening his mouth. ah well, after i had my kick of playing, i went home and had been slacking till now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PS. i officially announce that i am obsessed with alethea's WII. COME TO MAMA! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got to work on thursday at novotel with the same gang and i am SO NOT going back to hyatt, even if they pay me like 10$/hour. i do not want to EVER FACE jess ever again. she is a bitch. therefore, me and ianny not working on saturday. HAHA. this is a prevention from being "meh" by that TKL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I WANT TO GO SENTOSA!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;PEOPLE WHO WANNA GO SHOUT "AYE!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and tell me please. thanks. yawn~ i really cant take it anymore, sleep!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8628160647523425768-7397629927731823410?l=thefivehundredandtwentieth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefivehundredandtwentieth.blogspot.com/feeds/7397629927731823410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thefivehundredandtwentieth.blogspot.com/2008/11/promenade-stayover-wii.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628160647523425768/posts/default/7397629927731823410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628160647523425768/posts/default/7397629927731823410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefivehundredandtwentieth.blogspot.com/2008/11/promenade-stayover-wii.html' title='promenade; stayover; WII !!'/><author><name>JELLYFISH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491268736676294631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jHnURKO-t5Q/SMomK36GEMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/FRx95Zjzamw/S220/SasuNaru_Icon_by_eRemedy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628160647523425768.post-5649169003162297987</id><published>2008-11-24T12:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T12:49:28.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'>working; prom night!</title><content type='html'>thefivehundred andtwentieth;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG! so sorry for not updating that often as i am now officially working! WAHAHHAHA. it is super tiring and demanding. i am allocated to st regis, along with amanda, iannypoo, jingwei and his sister,crystella. however, these 2 days i was working at grand hyatt, which is an evil evil hotel. they make its staff stay back! i was made to do OT even when i am under 18 on saturday until 3 in the morning and i started work at 5pm, but details later. ianny was super pissed and named all the supervisors bad names. there is this manager like figure called jess and she is a TKL. damn her man, she is so mean to her waiters and waitresses. she cannot tell us her orders properly but bark at us. she pushes us around, literally. i nearly fell to my death because of her. and seriously, i think she hates me. she kinda pins everything on me, saying that i move slowly and when i say the fucking trolley is super heavy, she tried to push and failed. i nearly laughed. tsk, if she cant do it too, dont blame everything on me. she also told me not to waste her time and that everyone is here to work, not to play. oh please, is she trying to imply that i, a girl, cant carry a tray filled with 90 ceremic bowls, that weighs about 10kg, called playing? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then on saturday, amanda was so small sized and she was carrying a super large oval tray. obviously i went forward to help her and i could hardly manage. that stupid jess saw, i think and on sunday, she scolded me for being unable to carry an oval tray but still insisted. i quote from that TKL, " if you cannot carry oval tray, you dont carry." DAMN HER MAN, i was just trying to help my friend from being crushed like an ant in your fucking hotel. i am so pissed. but i normally just take her as a mad dog barking away. i am in kinda a rush now, so i have to save the details for later. ah well, i feel much better after ranting and finally, prom night is here. i am so tired and my feet hurts. i think i am going to die tonight. sigh. i think i pulled some arm muscles too. heh. i am going to cyn's house first for her comments most probably and then go with her to swissotel merchant court. or maybe i shall just go back to sleep, then meet her at 5.15 at clementi. heh. i wonder why my laogong never sms me? is he playing or did he fell back asleep? hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya, today is howard bestie birthday! WOOTS go SISTER! i mean BESTIE. HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU. dont think wrong thoughts later when you see her wor. tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah well, byebye people. i shall decide what to do next later. mreow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8628160647523425768-5649169003162297987?l=thefivehundredandtwentieth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefivehundredandtwentieth.blogspot.com/feeds/5649169003162297987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thefivehundredandtwentieth.blogspot.com/2008/11/working-prom-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628160647523425768/posts/default/5649169003162297987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628160647523425768/posts/default/5649169003162297987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefivehundredandtwentieth.blogspot.com/2008/11/working-prom-night.html' title='working; prom night!'/><author><name>JELLYFISH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491268736676294631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jHnURKO-t5Q/SMomK36GEMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/FRx95Zjzamw/S220/SasuNaru_Icon_by_eRemedy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628160647523425768.post-5939325270376407826</id><published>2008-11-20T21:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T22:23:53.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>typhoid jab</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;thefivehundred&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;andtwentieth&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you might be curious by my title but it is true, i had went for a typhoid jab today and now my left arm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;aint&lt;/span&gt; functioning well. when i raise my left arm slightly higher than 45degrees from my side, the upper arm starts throbbing madly. when you start wondering why did i get a jab all of a sudden, i have a job as a waitress and apparently when you work in the food industry in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;singapore&lt;/span&gt;, you have to be vaccinated. i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; mind the jab that much but the stupid price and the after effects just sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i have not been updating that often as i had been busy, what with rushing to cultural pot, hanging outside with craigdarling and friends, going for red camp and skipping it, getting jitters from the job interview which turns out to not be an interview but more of a briefing. -.- all that nervous pacing outside the agency for nothing. i was lost somemore yesterday. today i brought ianchoi to the job interview too and more and more people came in. so the agency person brought all of them to the second floor. as there were too many people, some getting a job and some aint, aka me, so they chased all of those non-relevant people downstairs and i koped ianchoi's ipod touch. HAHA. it was super fun to play with, until i locked it by mistake. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is so boring and i havent met craig for such a long time~2 days in a holiday is counted as long okayy. HAIS. the schedule for tomorrow will be job training from 4 onwards for around 3 hours or so and then rushing to a church at serene centre with ale and damien. kinda busy in the late afternoon and the day will end at 9 plus, maybe. HAHA. well, i going off le. kinda lazy to blog so long. heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8628160647523425768-5939325270376407826?l=thefivehundredandtwentieth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefivehundredandtwentieth.blogspot.com/feeds/5939325270376407826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thefivehundredandtwentieth.blogspot.com/2008/11/typhoid-jab.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628160647523425768/posts/default/5939325270376407826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628160647523425768/posts/default/5939325270376407826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefivehundredandtwentieth.blogspot.com/2008/11/typhoid-jab.html' title='typhoid jab'/><author><name>JELLYFISH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491268736676294631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jHnURKO-t5Q/SMomK36GEMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/FRx95Zjzamw/S220/SasuNaru_Icon_by_eRemedy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628160647523425768.post-6551984701410462116</id><published>2008-11-17T20:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T20:43:50.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what to do?</title><content type='html'>thefivehundred andtwentieth;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is so boring, i had nothing to do so had been going out these few days. ahhh, yesterday, i went out with my mother. we went to buy the rest of the stuff i needed for prom night. but i cant really remember what i bought except for a cute little bag. we went to bukit plaza first, then to jurong point. i seriously hate the weather yesterday. it is so freaking hot and i felt like i was melting. after that we went home and i was so tired i slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i went to vivocity with craiglaogong as he needed to alter his armani and river island belts. he is too skinny, so needed to punch more holes. i seriously think this kinda suitation will happen to him. imagine his pants gonna fall and the belt doesnt help cause it was too loose. GAHH. jealous~ the rain was so freaking big and my shoes could partically hold water when i walked to the busstop. we met on the bus and i got tired. heh. when we reached there, the person at armani said that if more holes were punched, the length left outside will be too long, and will be ugly. so the person recommended a shop in lucky plaza, orchard that will help cut from the inside and sew the buckle back. so we went there and fixed the belts. after eating at food republic, which had not very nice food, we got home cause my cramps were killing me and he was not feeling well. he didnt come to my house and i was pretty upset about it, dont know why, maybe my menses mood swing. he was kinda upset by my attitude, so i want to apologise. heh. sorry baobei~i didnt mean to attittude you, cause i wanted to spend more time with you ma~ HEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okayy, all done. i miss judith~haha. byebye people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH RIGHT! tomorrow is cindy jiejies birthday. so wish her a happy birthday in advance~~HAPPY BIRTHDAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8628160647523425768-6551984701410462116?l=thefivehundredandtwentieth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefivehundredandtwentieth.blogspot.com/feeds/6551984701410462116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thefivehundredandtwentieth.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-to-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628160647523425768/posts/default/6551984701410462116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628160647523425768/posts/default/6551984701410462116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefivehundredandtwentieth.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-to-do.html' title='what to do?'/><author><name>JELLYFISH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491268736676294631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jHnURKO-t5Q/SMomK36GEMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/FRx95Zjzamw/S220/SasuNaru_Icon_by_eRemedy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628160647523425768.post-8859394619968700229</id><published>2008-11-15T14:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T14:27:58.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hair treatments give me..</title><content type='html'>thefivehundred andtwentieth;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG! I CANNOT BELIEVE IT! i just wasted the whole saturday morning by sitting in a saloon chair twiddling my thumbs! OMG. hais. i wanted to rebond my hair so i went today at 10 in the morning. my mom woke me up at 9++, more probably in the early part of 9 am. i had to rush and trudged down to the saloon for a 3 hour plus treatment on an empty stomach. i spent an hour or so smelling the disgusting gloop that was on my hair, apparently soaking up the chemicals that hopefully will not fry my brains when it diffuse into my head. after that, the guy helped me wash the stuff of my head and it actually felt nice. i like to have people to help me wash my hair. HAHA. cause i dont need to move. he then blow my hair dry with a super powerful hair dryer. it goes WOOOOOOOOOOSHHHHHHHHHH instead of the " woooooo~~~~" of my house hairdryer. super cool i tell you. i think my hair takes too long to dry with only one dude attempting, so another person came to my other side and grabbed another oh-so-powerful hairdryer and on it. it was like in a torpedo. well, i had not been caught in one before, but it SEEMS equally bad. my hair was flying in all directions and i cannot hear anything but WOOOOOOOOSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. :cough!:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:ahem!: after that, it was straightening time. seriously, every single bloody time the iron comes near me, i have to practically FORCE myself to stay put and not cringe away. the whole time he was straightening my hair, i was having an anxiety attack. what if the stupid iron poke me in the head with the hot side? what if he slipped and clipped my ear by mistake? i swear, the entire time i didnt move and was sitting so straight and rigid that my butt cramped. really! it cramped and was super painful. it was like some torture invented by some beautician who wants to punish all those vain people, aka me. hais. after the super tormenting process, he slapped some white goo onto my hair and i sat there for another hour or maybe less, i dont know. i wanted to get home~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY, it was washed off by a lady this time and dried. I AM FREEEEEEEEE. i worked off my butt cramp by walking round the market and buying donuts. i met my brother downstairs and came home and tada! im in front of the computer, wasting more of my already pathetic life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should talk about yesterday barbeque and there is only 2 words about it, BOR-RING! oh wait, that is one word, but that's not the point. the whole freaking party consists of my PRIMARY SCHOOL BAND, take note, PRIMARY SCHOOL, who shriek and fight like kindergarden kids. seriously, i dont remember being so childish and noisy when i was young, but that might just be my selective ammesia acting up. so in one whole summary, the party sucks and the only good thing was meeting my primary school friends that were in my brothers' batch, so there is nothing else to say. HAHA.craig might be coming later so i doubt ill be updating. well, TATA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8628160647523425768-8859394619968700229?l=thefivehundredandtwentieth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefivehundredandtwentieth.blogspot.com/feeds/8859394619968700229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thefivehundredandtwentieth.blogspot.com/2008/11/hair-treatments-give-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628160647523425768/posts/default/8859394619968700229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628160647523425768/posts/default/8859394619968700229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefivehundredandtwentieth.blogspot.com/2008/11/hair-treatments-give-me.html' title='hair treatments give me..'/><author><name>JELLYFISH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491268736676294631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jHnURKO-t5Q/SMomK36GEMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/FRx95Zjzamw/S220/SasuNaru_Icon_by_eRemedy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628160647523425768.post-8089650278733868436</id><published>2008-11-14T16:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T17:18:46.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nothing better to do</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;thefivehundred andtwentieth;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;hello~i had nothing better to do so came online to update my blog. HAHA. this morning judith was suppose to come my house by 11 and then we plan to go where but she was late, again. i didnt really care anyway since i didnt have to go out. so we slacked around and decided to go my mom's shop first as she wants to have a manicure. i brought to cindy jiejie there and she asked what colour that woman wants. she never even think and shouted "BLACK!". -.- apparently her reason was that her "boyfriend", some korean guy, has black nails too and she wants to be the same. ahh. actually i dont mind having same nail colours as my boyfriend, :COUGH! CRAIG! COUGH!: but he would not want to paint his nails. heck, he doesnt even like i having colours on my nails. i had my nails painted too, for the fun of it. also to mark the starts of the holidays! YIPEEE! it is kinda blackish, but not exactly, cause under bright lights it is actually dark purple, nearly the shade of black. my mom warned me not to get black but i wanted to, so i told cindy jiejie to pick a colour that is near black but not black. so TADA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;by the way, if you girls want to have a manicure or pedicure, do go to cindy jiejie's shop. her charges are hideously low, much lower than normal nail palours. her express manicure, which is filing, buffing and colour cost only 10$, and 7$ for students! for both express manicure and pedicure, it is only for 15$! if you guys want to have your money worth, please go to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;the nail island@ coronation plaza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, 3rd floor, opposite &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;azure creations&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, which is my mom's shop by the way, and please get your gifts there too. WAHAHAHHA. i am doing some advertising for the sake of more business for them. heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so after giving our nails a new look, we wanted to go to ikea, but my mom insisted that we eat first, so we gave in and ate chicken chop. by then, we were so full that we are super lazy to get to ikea, so we just walked around the coronation area. we got to 7eleven and bought coke as it was on offer. to think that the stupid bottom cap is so tough to open. the cap is like bloody GLUED to the bottle. i nearly broke my hand opening it, but i did in the end. i tried helping 'dith to open, but it was worse. we gave up and i suggested she going up to some shuaiges and ask for help, watch them struggle with the bottle if they could not open should be pretty hilarious. i feel mean~ HAHA. so in the end we got the uncle from golden rooster to open for us and he used a rubber band for better grip. so YAY! finally, golden rooster uncle in a shiny armour conquered the stubborn coke bottle cap with a rubberband and his brute strength! BANZAI! we went to my mom's shop after that and she wore a polar bear cap with 2 long cloth coming down. she looked quite stupid and i took a picture of it. i shall upload it now. even if she begged me not to post, i shall be mean and still do it!! WAHAHAHAHAHA! and here it is!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jHnURKO-t5Q/SR1BYWu-QHI/AAAAAAAAABM/8dzNOt59JQQ/s1600-h/DSC01009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268439025768611954" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jHnURKO-t5Q/SR1BYWu-QHI/AAAAAAAAABM/8dzNOt59JQQ/s200/DSC01009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;cough! so after that, we went home, to my home and slacked. i rummaged through her bag and saw MAKEUP! OMG! well, i know she got put make up, but that was quite a lot. i didnt ask her permission to post what she had so i better not. HAHA. i wanted to ask her put on for my entertainment, but she refused. such a mean person. she had to go after a while as she is meeting her cousin and i have to go my primary school conductor's birthday party. ahhh. so will be home pretty late.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH YA! i forgot to say something yesterday. anlin ate SNAILS at kushibo! it is so gross with bits of green stuff that coiled a bit and look like 1) poo or 2 which is more likely) the intestines. when he was pulling the snail out of its shell with a fork, damien and i were making all sorts of weird comments, like what damien said the first time he saw the green parts, i quote, "OMG! that looks like poo!" i was agreeing and started moaning in pain, like i am the snail, going "AHHH~~ ARGHHHH!!~ OUCH! EEEEEEEE!!! " next to winarto's ears. i called him a cruel, cruel man. he gave me that weird look and shrugged, rather turning back to struggling with his next snail than to care about his crazy classmates. i seriously couldnt watch after he pulled a hell lot of..things out of the shell. its like tumbling out and its scary. all of us were watching him eat and when he finally put it into his mouth and look like he is enjoying every bite, i snapped. i ran away screaming "cold murder!" all the way, out of the restaurant.&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;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;okayy, maybe not that exaggerating, but we all "ewww"-ed together at the same time with each bite he gave the poor snail. we all suggested different parts of the snail when some of us pointed out something weird on winarto's plate, which he had kindly spreaded his snail meat out for us to see. i went "OMG! is that a baby? it looks like it.." and everyone went "ewww..it was pregnant." we were crapping of course, but anything to spoil the appetite of anlin winarto. WAHAHAHA..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well.thats all for today. i shall post about the party if i have the mood later. BYEBYE~!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8628160647523425768-8089650278733868436?l=thefivehundredandtwentieth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefivehundredandtwentieth.blogspot.com/feeds/8089650278733868436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thefivehundredandtwentieth.blogspot.com/2008/11/nothing-better-to-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628160647523425768/posts/default/8089650278733868436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628160647523425768/posts/default/8089650278733868436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefivehundredandtwentieth.blogspot.com/2008/11/nothing-better-to-do.html' title='nothing better to do'/><author><name>JELLYFISH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491268736676294631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jHnURKO-t5Q/SMomK36GEMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/FRx95Zjzamw/S220/SasuNaru_Icon_by_eRemedy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jHnURKO-t5Q/SR1BYWu-QHI/AAAAAAAAABM/8dzNOt59JQQ/s72-c/DSC01009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628160647523425768.post-6666238514120585293</id><published>2008-11-13T19:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T20:33:20.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its over</title><content type='html'>thefivehundred andtwentieth;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG! O LEVELS ARE FINALLY OVER!! i am so happy! HAHA. i want to play and play and play. HAHA. the teachers today are so deliberately slow in their actions, like trying to mock us by holding the freedom above our heads for just a few more seconds. ms yvonne lim was practically reaching for the microphone in slow motion. but she said we survived, which was quite funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, a group of us, in alphabetical order, abigail, alethea, anlin, ashleigh,cheryl, craigven, damien, eric, evelyn, howard, ianchoi, jocelyn, rachel went to suntec to eat at this japanese buffet restaurant. it is super expensive, but it was nice. i eat until i dont feel like eating anymore. i ate soba, sashimi, sushi, seafood kaminabe ( some soup like thing. ), chocolate coated marshmallow, mango pudding, beef, prawn, tempura, scallops, mocha (also known as green tea.) icecream,etc. i cant really remember all. HAHA. it is super fun to be out eating with such a large group. most of them are super kiasu, uber funny, cause it was early when we reached there so the shop wasnt fully open yet, so most of our classmates walked right outside the half opened metal gates and stood sentinel there. therefore when the moment the shop open, they all rushed in. HAHA. ianchoi, howard, eric and ashleigh sat at one table, rachel, evelyn, damien, anlin and craiglaogong sat at the middle table, while jocelyn, alethea and me sat at the last one. i enjoyed myself very much, but nearly died trying to finish the icecream that i accidentally squeezed out too much. jocelyn and i were trying to think of ways to get rid of the rest of the icecream we cant finish. some were like falling and throwing out the icecream backwards, flipping the cup upside down on the table and go "ooops!" its super lame, but funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a very very long lunch, we walked around and wanted to watch a movie. however the timing was not pretty, so the whole group of us didnt watch. the girls decided to go shopping and the guys maybe go home. craigdarling asked me to go with the girls as he was thinking might not have time next time round to meet, so spend more time with them hence in the end we splitted ways. jocelyn and i went, actually RAN from the first level to the third as were nearly late, to watch madagascar 2 and it is so cute! stupid king julian and his sacrifice crap, but he is cute with his super lame double acting. HAHA. well, i truely enjoyed myself. jocelyn's parents came to fetch her and her parents are super nice as they bring me home nearly to the step. i saw my mom too and i waited for her to reach me. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow im meeting judith, well, she is coming to my house first before going to my mom's shop. she wants to have a manicure and we might be going out, and in the evening i have a party to go to. so ya. HAHA. its gonna be fun, fun, fun all the way, BABY! but i was thinking that i might just snap up tomorrow morning and start thinking what to study. HAHA.well, lazy to blog anymore, byebye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8628160647523425768-6666238514120585293?l=thefivehundredandtwentieth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefivehundredandtwentieth.blogspot.com/feeds/6666238514120585293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thefivehundredandtwentieth.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-over.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628160647523425768/posts/default/6666238514120585293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628160647523425768/posts/default/6666238514120585293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefivehundredandtwentieth.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-over.html' title='its over'/><author><name>JELLYFISH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491268736676294631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jHnURKO-t5Q/SMomK36GEMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/FRx95Zjzamw/S220/SasuNaru_Icon_by_eRemedy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628160647523425768.post-6374985689401338259</id><published>2008-11-11T15:26:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T15:44:46.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'>juang's blogshop</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;thefivehundred&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;andtwentieth&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey people, if you girls are free and HAPPEN to see my blog and notice this cute little post lying here at the top, please read &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;okayy&lt;/span&gt;? otherwise why would you come to my blog in the first place.. right, i digress. AHEM, as i have a super lazy friend by the name of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"  style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;judithang&lt;/span&gt; who hopes that just by lying there and doing nothing, business will come running to her. that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;aint&lt;/span&gt; happening by the way. so i decided to be nice and help her advertise, and in turn i hope that those who had read and have a blog, please help to spread word too. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;. well, here is her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;blogshop&lt;/span&gt; link.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://secondhandc.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;http://secondhandc.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as it is stated in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;url&lt;/span&gt;, yes, they are all secondhand stuff. but i went to have a look and surprisingly, its all pretty new. the model &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;isnt&lt;/span&gt; her anyway, i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; and never will believe her boobs are that big..and her legs that slim. &lt;strong&gt;NICE FIGURE YOU HAVE JUDITH'S COUSIN!&lt;/strong&gt; when i say her boobs are small, she compared herself with models, so what can i say. &lt;em&gt;if it makes her feel better to have the same cup size as models, so be it.&lt;/em&gt; well, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; doing this cause she practically begged me on her bended knees. please ignore her when she say she didn't, because between you and me, we know what she says &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;aint&lt;/span&gt; true. part of the reason is also she is going &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;hongkong&lt;/span&gt;! AND SHE IS BROKE. &lt;em&gt;i still want my souvenir&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;HINT!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;heh&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;WAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cough!&lt;/em&gt; so ya, nice people out there please help to spread the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;lurveeee&lt;/span&gt;, i mean &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;url&lt;/span&gt;. ya. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;. thanks to all. love you guys. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;byebye&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8628160647523425768-6374985689401338259?l=thefivehundredandtwentieth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefivehundredandtwentieth.blogspot.com/feeds/6374985689401338259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thefivehundredandtwentieth.blogspot.com/2008/11/juangs-blogshop.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628160647523425768/posts/default/6374985689401338259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628160647523425768/posts/default/6374985689401338259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefivehundredandtwentieth.blogspot.com/2008/11/juangs-blogshop.html' title='juang&apos;s blogshop'/><author><name>JELLYFISH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491268736676294631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jHnURKO-t5Q/SMomK36GEMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/FRx95Zjzamw/S220/SasuNaru_Icon_by_eRemedy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628160647523425768.post-2444900251589594664</id><published>2008-11-10T22:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T23:21:40.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'>8nov and 10nov</title><content type='html'>thefivehundred andtwentieth;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello, sorry for not updating that often, a bit lazy. haha. well i am updating what i did the day before and today. i cannot remember if it was the day before, i think it is. HAHA. well, herer are the updates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8nov&lt;br /&gt;i went to vivocity with craig darling to look for his prom stuff as he lacked only a shirt and shoes. so we went to alot of shops like bata for shoes etc. in the end we stayed at river island for an hour or so, he trying out 6 shirts first, but he couldn't imagine him in a shirt and jacket, so went to look around the place for a jacket/coat. couldn't really find so this really nice assistant helped him got a jacket/coat thing. HOWEVER, i find her TOOOOOOO friendly. she went to get 2 more shirts for him, so i dont like her! mehhhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after spending most of his fortune there, we were really hungry, so to tame the growling monsters we call our stomachs, we went to eat at pasta mania. its pretty good but craig felt he was being scammed cause his lasagna is very small. haha. after that he had to go home for his tennis exercise, but still had a little time left so he came to my house to play for a while. after that we parted way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remembered we bought candy but i cant remember after lunch or before that. we went to candy empire and i was super excited. HAHA. like a three year old kid entering a candy store for the first time. imagine all the sweets and chocolates in cany empire!! WOOTS!! i wanna live there~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on sunday before the physics paper, obviously ill be practising my tys, but i helped my mom to mop the floor and i realised it is super tiring. my living room seemed to have boost in size when i was mopping the floor - i just took soooooooo long! i had to sleep early obviously as it would be a morning paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10nov&lt;br /&gt;after the physics paper 1, which was quite okayy as compared to paper 2, ashleigh, craig and me went to west mall. the rain was freaking big, and nice howard's mom fetched us from school to clementi. there was quite a number again squeezed in the car. names of those starting from the ones who enter first to the last; anlin, evelyn, ME!, craigdarling, tongtong. obviously howard will be the one sitting at the front. cause he's too fat! we will die! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we took a bus to west mall and it was so early, most of the shops weren't open yet. the boys, actually craig, wanted to buy a game cd, red alert 3, but like i said, the shops weren't open. so we went to the kopitiam to camp and eat. the lady at the store i bought food at was super slow. by the way we met weijie and his friends at west mall too and he bought food from the same stall as me and both of us stood there SUPER long. hais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after replenishing the lost brain juices due to physics, we s-l-o-w-l-y walked to the shop and noticed it STILLLLL wasn't open. hence we wasted more time in comic connections. the first time i realised i am still growing taller is when i banged my head on the edge of the high shelf. it bloody hurts. so finally the guys and i got the cd and went to craig's house to play. long story summarised, i koped craig's ss textbook cause my THREE brothers need and i only have one set, tong played and got thrashed, we ate lunch, play somemore, go market buy cucumber with tong, go tong's house kop books again cause i STILL need them, got mistaken as tong's girlfriend by his cute little kiddy neighbour on a bicycle which we both deny really strongly and went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just wanna take this chance to say i really love my cute darling cause he is so forgiving and nice. i promise and swear upon my life that i will never ever do that again. SORRY!! forgive me 'kay? well.this shall be the end of my rants and updates. HAHA. byebye people! NIGHT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8628160647523425768-2444900251589594664?l=thefivehundredandtwentieth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefivehundredandtwentieth.blogspot.com/feeds/2444900251589594664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thefivehundredandtwentieth.blogspot.com/2008/11/8nov-and-10nov.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628160647523425768/posts/default/2444900251589594664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628160647523425768/posts/default/2444900251589594664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefivehundredandtwentieth.blogspot.com/2008/11/8nov-and-10nov.html' title='8nov and 10nov'/><author><name>JELLYFISH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491268736676294631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jHnURKO-t5Q/SMomK36GEMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/FRx95Zjzamw/S220/SasuNaru_Icon_by_eRemedy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628160647523425768.post-2410911908162791652</id><published>2008-11-06T21:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T22:39:24.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'>super fun outings</title><content type='html'>thefivehundred andtwentieth;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello there, i just came online to rant about my outings these 2 days. i have been out for 2 days straight and i am still high. but tomorrow, i will be study physics, preferably outside. HAHA. anyone wanna jio me? mwarkks. if so tagg me or sms me k? oh well, i shall talk about what we did yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5nov: there are 7 of us, me the only girl due to the fact that my boyfriend is going. well, here are the names in alphabetic order, abigail, which is me, anlin, ashleigh, craigven DARLING!, eric, ianchoi and howard. it was really nice of howard's mom to bring us to town in her cute little car. so there are 7 of us with bags, supposedly fitting into one small howard's mom car. quite interesting actually. our bags go into the boot naturally, then craig moved into the backseat first, followed by me sitting on his lap, then ianchoi moving in. the rest of the guys excluding howard cause he was sitting at the front RUSHED in, kinda piling on one another. craig, ianchoi and me were squashed. pretty badly. impatient shitheads that i call my friends. HAIS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;howard's mom was pretty worried that it might be illegal, so she told howard in whatever language indonesians speak in to ask us to look out for &lt;em&gt;madas,&lt;/em&gt; otherwise known as police&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; cute mother. eric made a weird choking sound shortly after that cause he said he saw a police car turning AWAY from us when he had a piece of chicken in his mouth. howard and his mom were also discussing which roads to take to avoid most of the slopes.then when we were reaching, it rained so we had to stop in a carpark. wonder if she need to pay just by entering. hmm.sorry for the trouble caused auntie! heh.we then went to cineleisure to buy tickets to &lt;em&gt;quantum of solace!&lt;/em&gt; it is a super nice show except for the fact that the sound effects were super loud. my ear drums were vibrating at a super high frequency. super cool. i like that show.alot. hmm.we solved our noisy stomachs at the food court before the show and after that, the guys went shopping for their prom stuff. they pass g2000 and went in to just check it out. super big according to their moans. then progressed to their original destination, topshop. all the rich brats. they tried out and got some pretty satisfactory finds, especially my laogong. HAHA. he got a super shuai coat in the end. i think he look good in it. wait. he kinda look good in everything. actually he liked another one at g2000 black, but he too skinny, and there is an extra 1 cm space of cloth on each side of his shoulders. hmm. well while they were looking, i walked around the whole place and looked at the booties. &lt;strong&gt;STUPID EXPENSIVE PRICES&lt;/strong&gt;. hais. so all i could do was just look at them and drool. ianchoi was nice enough to pei me walk around the shop and look at the heels with me, cause he said he didnt want to bother finding anything. kudos to ianchoi for being so &lt;em&gt;bochup&lt;/em&gt;. seriously doubt anyone can &lt;em&gt;out-bochup&lt;/em&gt; ianchoi. haha. the guys then went to zara to check out more stuff and back to g2000 black or something. me and ianchoi sneaked out to watsons opposite to buy mineral water. the agony of waiting for guys to shop. i think they are actually girls in disguise. HAHA. i imagined guys saying they buy, dont shop, but that doesnt seem to be the case to me. ah well, i even sacrificed a few degrees of my intelligence by calling that woman who i call a close friend or a word that kinda irks her, &lt;strong&gt;BFF!!&lt;/strong&gt; to chat. at last we got home and my sweet laogong sent me home and spend a while with me. i was so pooped and the next day i was suppose to go out with my &lt;strong&gt;BFF&lt;/strong&gt;. (&lt;em&gt; that was just to irritate her.&lt;/em&gt; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6nov. i went to clementi to meet that woman and took the train to paya lebar. we walked to city plaza and i got to admit, she got a good sense of direction. we looked around for my prom dress and was made to strip. i tried on a few and liked some. joanne jiejie introduced a shop to me, and the number of the shop is #03-77, called WEN. i tell you, the salesgirl or auntie there is seriously snobish, and the dresses there, though it seemed great, the prices aint that great. it will burn a gigantic hole in your pocket, your wallet, whatever rocks your boat. ya, so i just kept in mind what i wanted but wanted to see more first, so we took the train back 4 or 5 stations to bugis, haji lane. we were starving so we ate at sakae tepanyaki. its super fun and the food is not bad too. too much vegetables though. HAHA. i like the rice and the miso soup, and especially the beef. well-done beef rocks my socks. HAHA. after that we attempted to walk to haji lane, based on my memory on getting there. i failed so we took a taxi, only to find that it was 2 roads away. such a waste. ahh. then we walked the whole lane, attempting to visit every single shop. i think we did it cause we spent around 3 to 4 hours there. to cut a long story short, i got my heels there, ITS SUPER CHIO!! booties! loves! and a cute dress shirt. it was one for one promotion. so i shared with judith the price of my cute shirt dress and she chose another tank top. she bought alot of stuff which she doesnt really want me to say but its something along the line of bag, shirt dress, shoes etc. guess yourself. heh. but in the end my prom dress was gotten at city plaza cause we rushed back again. heh. then her nice father came fetch us home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well that's all, i am really bushed so i shall go sleep. tomorrow still have to practise physics mcq. byebye people and i love all my friends, ESPECIALLY MY LAOGONG and my woman! HAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8628160647523425768-2410911908162791652?l=thefivehundredandtwentieth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefivehundredandtwentieth.blogspot.com/feeds/2410911908162791652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thefivehundredandtwentieth.blogspot.com/2008/11/super-fun-outings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628160647523425768/posts/default/2410911908162791652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628160647523425768/posts/default/2410911908162791652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefivehundredandtwentieth.blogspot.com/2008/11/super-fun-outings.html' title='super fun outings'/><author><name>JELLYFISH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491268736676294631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jHnURKO-t5Q/SMomK36GEMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/FRx95Zjzamw/S220/SasuNaru_Icon_by_eRemedy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628160647523425768.post-8693096906047688808</id><published>2008-11-03T21:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T21:35:42.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'>holding on</title><content type='html'>thefivehundred andtwentieth;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man. at long last, just 5 more papers left. just hold on a bit more, then everything will be okayy! yay! HAHA. i cant remember what i wanted to say. oh right, i changed my specs and i look super nerd now! HAHA. yunian said i look gothic. oh and my mom's colleague, joanne jiejie is gonna bring me to buy my prom dress. its at city centre i think. haha. and i want booties!! i cant remember what i want to say. OH YA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY 8th MONTH ANNIVERSARY DARLING!! thanks for always being there and changing me into a better tempered person. heh. i hope to understand you better. mwarkks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, i went to my mom shop just now and met howard as he had tuition there. haha. so we talked abit. hmm.thats all i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okayy, i seriously cant remember what i wanted to say, and my fingers are giving up on me. HAIS. i had not been typing for much too long. i guess i'll sign off with what subjects are left. by the way today ss was quite okayy, the seq, but sbq is kinda hard. HAIS. hope i didnt screw up too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5nov chinese paper 1 and 2&lt;br /&gt;10nov physics paper 1&lt;br /&gt;12nov chemistry paper 1&lt;br /&gt;13nov biology paper 1&lt;br /&gt;- FINISH! -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8628160647523425768-8693096906047688808?l=thefivehundredandtwentieth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefivehundredandtwentieth.blogspot.com/feeds/8693096906047688808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thefivehundredandtwentieth.blogspot.com/2008/11/holding-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628160647523425768/posts/default/8693096906047688808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628160647523425768/posts/default/8693096906047688808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefivehundredandtwentieth.blogspot.com/2008/11/holding-on.html' title='holding on'/><author><name>JELLYFISH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491268736676294631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jHnURKO-t5Q/SMomK36GEMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/FRx95Zjzamw/S220/SasuNaru_Icon_by_eRemedy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628160647523425768.post-2997052448014948492</id><published>2008-10-27T18:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T19:33:02.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>coincidence</title><content type='html'>thefivehundred andtwentieth;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, i went to the mcdonalds at serene centre cause i was suppose to meet that bimbo to mug there. surprisingly, i saw a very familiar side/back view, however you view it. i went up and gave that oh-so-tall and dark person a poke at the side. HAHA. sorry for the drama. but it was just hafiz. i kind of expected him to be with his girlfriend at mcdonalds eating lunch, but ended up it was just him and his family. his younger sister is SUPERRRRR cute. haha and close to hafiz too because when he came out to eat with me, due to his father "forcing" him too, the sister keep coming out to talk to him, like worry about him being eaten up by me. HAHA. cute meimei! be my friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't ask him to meet up with me though we talked about meeting up for some talking, cause he is my kor now, and i really want to see his girlfriend. HAHA. so it was nice to meet someone i know and because i was super lonely due to the fact that that woman is late. so to clear things up, he just came out with his hotcakes ( his family was sitting next to the door and me sitting outside with all the birds. ) and sat down with me. i was like HUH? just go back in lah, but he said his dad made him come out to talk to the oh-so-lonely-classmate of his. HAHA.so we had breakfast and lunch, actually me lunch, and talked over stuff. he said his dad didnt believe it was me cause i look super different. my hair is longer now he said. haha.thanks but it isnt growing much i tell you. he also said he got a job, as an uniform seller. i kinda laughed really loudly at this cause he really dont look like that kind who will sell uniform. his job scope consists of going to schools and station there with the uniforms. he was suppose to work for 3 months and it was to save money for going out and occasions, eg valentines day present for his mysterious girlfriend that i wanna meet so badly and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MY -COUGH! BIRTHDAY! COUGH!-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; hope my kor is reading this. hinthint!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after that his dad came out to talk to me, asked if i was fine or not, nice uncle and obviously, even when i am not very fine, i shall not trouble him with it. i felt bad about taking their family time together. they went to the biotanic garden to jog in the morning and were at serene's for brunch where they met me. HAHA. then hafiz and his family left for home i guess and that stupid woman smsed me to say she is on her way, cabbing to serene. what can i do but sigh and munch on the fries that i detest. i seriously do not know why i ordered a meal when i dont like the fries. i could only guess its for convenience. the counter person was looking at me with his expectant face, like you are gonna order a meal, right? so i could do nothing but order a meal with the scary-ily big packet of fries. so that woman finally reached and we mugged for a bit but i could not bear her constant squealings like "the bird looks like it's gonna attack me!", "ahhhh!! the bald headed ones are normally the fiercer ones! OMG!!!!" "ABIGAILL!!!!" i decided to move away from the outside spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went for ice cream at island creamery and she treated me to it cause she was late. HAHA. so obviously i swooped in for the kill and choose sorbets, strawberry and tiger sorbets. the tiger one was actually tiger beer and it is not bad. i prefer that one to the strawberry one. she choose her usual ones that tasted like holicks and one that she said was nutella but tasted like nothing i could recognise. we looked at the photos that plastered the wall behind us and guess what? we saw a photo of limin! we were like O.o! HAHA! quite surprised and it was that woman! SHE! who insisted on taking a picture of that photo. so dont blame me! heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we walked to the "big pretty building" beyond and shopped a bit. we visited the toilet and she camwhored there, dragging me along to take pictures with her. maybe i was the one who suggested it first, because the ambience in the toilet is really nice, with small little black lamps along the sides, kinda venetian in feel with cute jewels. okayy, i digress sorry. ya then we walked around the 2nd floor of this cool building and looked at the furniture. they are grand actually and we saw this full length venetian mirror that is crystal like and pretty, BUT not for sale. such a pity, not that i could afford it anyway. so we left and walked outside to this shop called the inside something, cant remember it now. hope bimbo can tell me. TAGG 'KAY WOMAN?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she got this cute tea cup that i picked and this small silvery bell that looks like those taitais who jingle when they want tea. it cost a freaking 28$ for something that small. once again, she forced me to choose one when all looked the same to me. i believe she is just trying to save trouble for herself. so we got that and left the shop. we strolled to coronation and i showed her my mom's shop. soon we were off to my house. to cut a long story short, she came here, mug, sleep on my bed, stole my fbt and went home. HAHA. so i just came online to blog. i have to go off soon as i am using my brother's precious computer that might crash and burn if i use it for another minute. BYEBYE!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8628160647523425768-2997052448014948492?l=thefivehundredandtwentieth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefivehundredandtwentieth.blogspot.com/feeds/2997052448014948492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thefivehundredandtwentieth.blogspot.com/2008/10/coincidence.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628160647523425768/posts/default/2997052448014948492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628160647523425768/posts/default/2997052448014948492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefivehundredandtwentieth.blogspot.com/2008/10/coincidence.html' title='coincidence'/><author><name>JELLYFISH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491268736676294631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jHnURKO-t5Q/SMomK36GEMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/FRx95Zjzamw/S220/SasuNaru_Icon_by_eRemedy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628160647523425768.post-2952029143899084173</id><published>2008-10-25T17:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T17:25:35.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a typical saturday</title><content type='html'>thefivehundred andtwentieth;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.i met up with howard SohE just now cause he was at west mall anyway, and i needed to go there, to return books that were somewhat due soon. haha.and also i went to buy a cute rabbit to hang on my handphone and it was somewhere around the length of my handphone. SUPER CUTE THOUGH! AHHHH. i resolved something just now and just to be clear, i did say i didnt like it, but its seriously okayy. i go out with my "good friends" too. though that is not too fair to say that of howard as he is my male bestie!! HAHA. ahh that aside, i totally slacked today off, like reading manga. i needed my break man..and im hungry. shall go get some bread to eat soon, after this i guess. HAHA. my brothers are so f***ing irritating. apparently both of my brothers played in an online game, Gunz, and the 2nd one won the last brother twice. the latter got pissed and shouted at him, even pressing the off button of his computer. i mean get a grip man, if you are such a sore loser, dont play! its like screaming and shouting and fighting. its so freaking exasperating. they are all so big sized and its not like i can control them by fighting back or pushing them apart. im like tiny as compared to them, okayy..maybe not, but near i tell you, near.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am reading a manga called fairy tail now. its pretty interesting, amusing. howard told me he is collecting a manga series called mahou sensei negima in english. HAHA.and i realised we both read a pretty formidable list of mangas, some kinda hentai. tsk howard, boys' raging hormones i guess. HAHA.well, i shall go get my bread and continue reading. i really should get down to work! ahhhhh~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8628160647523425768-2952029143899084173?l=thefivehundredandtwentieth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefivehundredandtwentieth.blogspot.com/feeds/2952029143899084173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thefivehundredandtwentieth.blogspot.com/2008/10/typical-saturday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628160647523425768/posts/default/2952029143899084173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628160647523425768/posts/default/2952029143899084173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefivehundredandtwentieth.blogspot.com/2008/10/typical-saturday.html' title='a typical saturday'/><author><name>JELLYFISH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491268736676294631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jHnURKO-t5Q/SMomK36GEMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/FRx95Zjzamw/S220/SasuNaru_Icon_by_eRemedy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628160647523425768.post-8258072094791667211</id><published>2008-10-25T11:26:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T11:43:53.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'>how silly</title><content type='html'>thefivehundred andtwentieth;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;i realised how silly i was, to believe in someone that much and crash down inside when you realised that person is hiding things from you. maybe not intentionally but i thought it was important to share whatever shit, when you keep insisting on me telling you every single thing and you didnt even tell me that. it would be nice if you mentioned it in passing. at least you can retort and say i mentioned it when i asked you about it. it hurts even more when you find out about something that person didnt even tell you unintentionally, by mistake and it just springs out at you. i guess things are just complicated. i am just feeling a little upset as it was after all a pretty sensitive issue. dont ask me what, cause i wouldnt tell, maybe except if you are my friend. and not someone i believe and lets me down. it might seem like nothing much to that person, but it is afterall something that person keeps to personself and not telling me, despite we being close and such. guess life's unfair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8628160647523425768-8258072094791667211?l=thefivehundredandtwentieth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefivehundredandtwentieth.blogspot.com/feeds/8258072094791667211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thefivehundredandtwentieth.blogspot.com/2008/10/how-silly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628160647523425768/posts/default/8258072094791667211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628160647523425768/posts/default/8258072094791667211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefivehundredandtwentieth.blogspot.com/2008/10/how-silly.html' title='how silly'/><author><name>JELLYFISH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491268736676294631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jHnURKO-t5Q/SMomK36GEMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/FRx95Zjzamw/S220/SasuNaru_Icon_by_eRemedy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628160647523425768.post-5813175312719353617</id><published>2008-10-25T10:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T11:12:23.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'>7 papers gone!</title><content type='html'>thefivehundred andtwentieth;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay!! 7 papers for the o levels are finally gone, even though it had only been one week. it is quite relaxing i think because the papers are in the afternoons and only one starts in the morning. HAHA. so all the papers that are left are listed below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29oct physics paper 2&lt;br /&gt;30oct emaths paper 2&lt;br /&gt;31oct biology paper 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3nov social studies&lt;br /&gt;5nov chinese paper 1 and 2&lt;br /&gt;10nov physics paper 1&lt;br /&gt;12nov chemistry paper 1&lt;br /&gt;13nov biology paper 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it will all be gone!! YAY!!! now all im worrying bout is physics, as i was never really good at it. heh. but i shall practise more later. after this post, i think. HAHA! well on the 23rd to the 25th of october are some of my family and friends birthday. so here are my well wishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23rd october. HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY CUTE and BIG SIZED BROTHERS!!! all the best for the future. they are finally 14 years old, but act like 5. HAIS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also to chrysan, though i doubt she will read my blog. but happy birthday to you and jiayou for the rest of the papers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24th october. HAPPY 16TH BIRTHDAY TO YOU GLADYS!!! dont be sad over spilled milk, or handed up papers. all you could do now is to score well for the rest of the papers ya? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25th october. HAPPY BIRTHDAY PAPA!! hope you will be able to get more customers for herbalife, though i dont really encourage, nor like you being so obsessed with that side job, and EVEN MORE CUSTOMERS for you to drive around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, that should be all. haha. i had not been myself lately, dont know why, and i had upsetted my boyfriend a number of times. so i would like to apologise! sorry craig! heh, i didnt mean to be so irritated and talk without thinking. ahh..now that is out of the way, i DEMAND A NEW LAPTOP, or notebook. this tablet is getting laggy, super laggy. i dont like it. so i would save money and buy. HAHA. ah well, this is getting dry. i seemed to have lost my touch for the ranting and the flowing of words that seemed to crash on me everytime i log onto blogger. NOOOOOOOO!!!! its gone!! it must be that i had not blog for such a long time and my fingers are giving up on me. its cramping already, after such a short post. it is also reaching out to the wrong keys so frequently that it seemed i am failing in my spelling. BUT IM NOT! its just my fingers! i am pushing alllll the blame to them. ahh well, i go find bimbo, see if she wanna mug with me. BYEBYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8628160647523425768-5813175312719353617?l=thefivehundredandtwentieth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefivehundredandtwentieth.blogspot.com/feeds/5813175312719353617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thefivehundredandtwentieth.blogspot.com/2008/10/7-papers-gone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628160647523425768/posts/default/5813175312719353617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628160647523425768/posts/default/5813175312719353617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefivehundredandtwentieth.blogspot.com/2008/10/7-papers-gone.html' title='7 papers gone!'/><author><name>JELLYFISH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491268736676294631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jHnURKO-t5Q/SMomK36GEMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/FRx95Zjzamw/S220/SasuNaru_Icon_by_eRemedy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628160647523425768.post-2701048119258212258</id><published>2008-10-08T13:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T13:37:04.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'>in school</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;thefivehundred&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;andtwentieth&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am in school now. in computer lab2. apparently we are here to do a survey, but i forgot my password to my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;asknlearn&lt;/span&gt; account. my teacher will be getting it for me somehow. there is come hiccup now. something like the survey expired, unable to access that page etc. i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; know. i feel so freaking dead. school is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;superrrrrrrr&lt;/span&gt; boring. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. most of my classmates are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;poning&lt;/span&gt; school tomorrow, due to the drearily timetable tomorrow. here is the stupid irritating boring timetable on thursday. triple english, double geography, double chinese, double assembly and double maths. see the draggggggg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man, i still have not done my survey yet, due the fact that my brain just cant squeeze out the stupid password. i feel like a zombie though. i have no idea why am i so tired. this week so far is not fun. i had small tiny fights with my boyfriend cause my menses are here and i feel super cranky. but thank god, all misunderstandings were cleared up and my menses are ending soon. MAYBE its due to the excessive loss of blood that makes me so tired. HAHA. so this week is yet another drag. HOWEVER, this means that the Os are advancing towards us!!! OMG! im scared, im not prepared yet!! hais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YA! my dad got pricked by a dead fish! and got poisoned. it sounds lame to some extend but it looks pretty serious. its like the knuckle of the index finger on the right hand and its all purple and swollen. it seems like it hurts like mad, but my dad just viewed it with disdain, like its just piece of stubborn scab that he wishes to rip it off. there is some liquid in it too and he was pushing it out. AHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE HELL! the password on my asknlearn is CASE SENSITIVE and i didnt realise my password, which is my NRIC by the way, is suppose to be in CAPITAL LETTERS. waste my time! BUT! i was able to post, so it wasnt that bad. anyway, i was about to say that i tripped over my friend and fell in the FIELD, mind you, not flat ground. i seriously think the field hates me. i suffered all sorts of injuries last semester due to touch rugby. and when i am outside of the field, nothing happens! so i can only conclude, the field doesn't like me and hopes to eliminate my existence by using its grass and soil and dirt. oh and the large field beside our school is being destroyed, literally. alot of holes are like drilled. poor grass and birds and whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got to go now anyway, leaving the lab now, byebye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8628160647523425768-2701048119258212258?l=thefivehundredandtwentieth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefivehundredandtwentieth.blogspot.com/feeds/2701048119258212258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thefivehundredandtwentieth.blogspot.com/2008/10/in-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628160647523425768/posts/default/2701048119258212258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628160647523425768/posts/default/2701048119258212258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefivehundredandtwentieth.blogspot.com/2008/10/in-school.html' title='in school'/><author><name>JELLYFISH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491268736676294631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jHnURKO-t5Q/SMomK36GEMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/FRx95Zjzamw/S220/SasuNaru_Icon_by_eRemedy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628160647523425768.post-7863854843438717213</id><published>2008-10-04T12:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T13:26:37.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>at last! a computer.</title><content type='html'>thefivehundred andtwentieth;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG! at last i am now able to use the computer. i was unable to get hold of any computer, hence the inability to update. haha. it had been like 2 weeks and i had so much to say. but i cannot really remember much though. my menses had just came, i know. weird to post on my blog, but i really need to start taking note of when it comes. HAHA. my nice boyfriend just smashed a plant outside my house. it was an accident and no living thing was hurt in the unfortunate event. unless you count the plant that had turned "pot-less" in a matter of seconds and now had to put up with a red plastic bag as its temporary new "home". HAHA. anyway, i had been staying back in school EVERYDAY for night study due to the fact that when i am at home, i tend to hallucinate about the bed sprouting arms, beckoning to me and seducing me to lie on its smooth soft surface, and most of the time, i cannot resist. HAHA. sorry, i digress. heh. so i have to stay in school to study SUPER HARD! as my stupid O' levels are just like, 2 weeks away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OMG!!! ITS JUST 2 @#$@#$@%$% WEEKS AWAY?!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aww man..think of the freedom and the fun i would have after that..THINK!! hais. anyway, mr foo, our principal, came into our class yesterday, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;was it yesterday?&lt;/span&gt; i think so, and spoke to us about hanging in there and things. encouraging. apparently he said the lowest L1R5 for our class is 21. so i dont think its me. i calculated and i got around 14 or 15. i am not sure. HAHA. but i still need to buck up, which reminds me i shouldnt be here typing away. but..its just for a little while. right? HAHA.  i have tuition later which will end on the 19th oct, one day before our Os! oh man. oh ya. my friends had been poning school, in a way, as teachers say we are excused from school if we could produce a parent letter about us self studying at home. as i could not study at home, it serves no purpose to go to such trouble. HAHA. therefore it was up to me to help collect their work but some evil teachers refuse to give the "absentees" aka poners the work. eg.ms sathi and ms lim. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and on the 1st of october, it is officially the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7TH MONTH&lt;/span&gt; OF MY LAOGONG and I. therefore, i would like to wish him: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SUPER HAPPY 7TH MONTH TO YOU!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;MWARKKS MWARKKS MWARKKS!!&lt;/span&gt; i love you always and hope to have the chance to wish you happyyyy anniversary for many months to come. heh. for your present, ill get it somehow. HAHA! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOVESSSSSSSSS! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mreow! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm, i dont think i have anything else to say. oh ya,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; BIMBO!! DONT ANGRY K?? HAHA. YOU ARE THE PRETTIEST!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bleahh!&lt;/span&gt; well, thats all. the past few weeks had been hectic and everything passes in a rush! haha. so i cannot remember the details. OH wait! ms lim changed our formation, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I MEAN&lt;/span&gt; our seating arrangement. put all the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;consistently clever chemistry people&lt;/span&gt; at the back while the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;crazily stupid ones&lt;/span&gt; at the front. i belong to the front by the way. HAHA. well,thats all. BYE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;P.S i dont think i will be able to update that much often as my life has to be dedicated to mugging and the books from now on. see you if possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8628160647523425768-7863854843438717213?l=thefivehundredandtwentieth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefivehundredandtwentieth.blogspot.com/feeds/7863854843438717213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thefivehundredandtwentieth.blogspot.com/2008/10/at-last-computer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628160647523425768/posts/default/7863854843438717213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628160647523425768/posts/default/7863854843438717213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefivehundredandtwentieth.blogspot.com/2008/10/at-last-computer.html' title='at last! a computer.'/><author><name>JELLYFISH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491268736676294631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jHnURKO-t5Q/SMomK36GEMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/FRx95Zjzamw/S220/SasuNaru_Icon_by_eRemedy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628160647523425768.post-5207195202866190145</id><published>2008-09-17T16:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T21:07:41.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'>window shopping;</title><content type='html'>thefivehundred andtwentieth;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally, the prelims are over, and i think i screwed it up. well &lt;strong&gt;DONT CARE!&lt;/strong&gt; heh. so alethea, jocelyn, evelyn, cheryl, yanling, waner and me went to bugis to watch movie and do what we want there. since our paper end uber early, we reached there uber early too. HAHA. we bought tickets for &lt;strong&gt;bangkok dangerous&lt;/strong&gt; but waner and yanling went to watch &lt;strong&gt;wall.e&lt;/strong&gt;. since cheryl wasnt of age yet, poor thing, her birthday comes after everyone is older by one year old, waner bought the ticket on her behalf. we ate at mac, then went to watch the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BANGKOK DANGEROUS IS ONE COOL SHOW.&lt;/strong&gt; haha.the hitman, i dont think his name was mentioned in the show, is damn cool. HAHA.the way he aims and kill is uber accurate and at exactly the time he planned. BANG! and the target is dead. apparently, he had 4 rules that he must surely follow, and it is along the lines of being a loner, dont show interest in anything outside his job, dont leave any traces and erase everything, also dont ask any questions. &lt;em&gt;SOMETHING like that&lt;/em&gt;. haha. HOWEVER, he taught a guy called kong in the show how to be a hitman as he said he was interested, and kong is really funny. everytime the hitman gets a new target, he would ask in his broken english,&lt;em&gt; "bad man?"&lt;/em&gt; and the hitman would say "bad for someone." there is some gross part and alethea, with her &lt;em&gt;uber fast reflex&lt;/em&gt;, will cover her face with her jacket and miss the whole part totally. HAHA. actually not some, only like two parts? one was a target whose hand got severed by the motor of a motor boat when the hitman turns it around to fight back and the other was when the hitman stuffed an opened grenade into the belt of some attacker and blasted his body into 2. the camera zoomed onto the upper torso somemore. but it was okayy lar. just shoot shoot shoot whole day. in the end he killed himself along with his employer because he regretted being a hitman. there is this deaf and mute girl he likes and it was her who made him realise he should stop killing. evelyn says that the man was attracted to that girl, called Rain by the way, was because &lt;em&gt;she dont ask questions or cant ask even if she wants.&lt;/em&gt; i gave that -.- face. but should be true though. HAHA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that movie, we met up with yanling and waner. walked around and yanling was really sian. alethea guessed that she was disappointed by wall.e cause she was really anticipating the movie to be great. but apparently it fell short of her expectations. she also does not look her best, pale and sickly looking. so she went home first with waner. so the rest of us went to bugis street to look around, it was great as it wasnt that crowded, so we had more space to walk and shop. we saw some cute shop with pretty okayy dresses. there is this prom package, which includes a dress, makeup and hairdo, costs 119$. not really worth it we think. haha. after that we walked to haji lane, and the weather was &lt;strong&gt;F-R-E-A-K-I-N-G HOT&lt;/strong&gt;!! i believe the air i breathe out is even cooler than the hot wind blowing at me. we made it in the end, and most of the shops aint opened yet. so we just shopped those that are opened. there are alot of boutiques and all of them have stairs that are pretty narrow and steep. these are like the banes of my existance as i have a really bad sense of balance. if i slip and fall, i doubt the shop will be able to continue its business due to an unexpected death of a nanhua student. but thank god for handles and railings. after that, we walked back to bugis junction for lunch at billy bombers. evelyn had a 15$ off voucher but a minimum of 30$ must be spent. it was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, there was this old caucasian couple sitting beside us and all of a sudden, their son came. alethea's eyes were like &lt;strong&gt;GLINT!&lt;/strong&gt; light up and start staring and stealing glances at him. so you can guess he is pretty nice looking to catch alethea's attention. HAHA. she nearly had a fit when he came back from the toilet( i guess) and sat beside her. obviously the rest of us started giggling and shushing her. she is really cute and funny. she asked, "who wants to migrate with me?" i saw the guy at bugis street anw and ale was jumping up and down asking why i didnt tell her. how would i know you are interested in this type of guys. HAHA. my eyes &lt;strong&gt;GLINT! &lt;/strong&gt;only when the &lt;strong&gt;DAUGHTERS&lt;/strong&gt; came!! OH MY GOD! they are so pretty! it must be in the genes, hais chiobu~ HA! in your face man amanda, that's for not going with us. ahh well, she had to go out with her mom anyway. the waiter was really humourous and friendly too. he came and talk to us, saying that in his studying days, he and his group of friends also had lunch and them, like us, &lt;em&gt;went dutch&lt;/em&gt;. we were like ah?? and stared at evelyn. she explained to us later than it meant we paid for ourselves individually, not one giving a treat to the others. NEW SLANG! LETS GO DUTCH!! but i thought we always had being &lt;em&gt;going dutch&lt;/em&gt;? sounds cool ya? *waggle eyebrows!* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eve and cheryl continued shopping and the rest of us went home after that.i think me and alethea and jocelyn were really noisy. we discussed about the people with unique laughters. and we laughed at them. my darling came and we slept, chatted and ate. he went home and now here i am, typing my day out. haha. my tv show starting now! oh ya, i have my 3rd generation tamagotchi! HAHA. i going off now! POOF!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8628160647523425768-5207195202866190145?l=thefivehundredandtwentieth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefivehundredandtwentieth.blogspot.com/feeds/5207195202866190145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thefivehundredandtwentieth.blogspot.com/2008/09/window-shopping.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628160647523425768/posts/default/5207195202866190145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628160647523425768/posts/default/5207195202866190145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefivehundredandtwentieth.blogspot.com/2008/09/window-shopping.html' title='window shopping;'/><author><name>JELLYFISH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491268736676294631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jHnURKO-t5Q/SMomK36GEMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/FRx95Zjzamw/S220/SasuNaru_Icon_by_eRemedy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628160647523425768.post-2226786902523484240</id><published>2008-09-16T15:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T16:16:40.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'>miss no good;</title><content type='html'>thefivehundred andtwentieth;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had just watched this new drama, called &lt;strong&gt;Miss No Good&lt;/strong&gt;, starring Wilber and Rainie, &lt;strong&gt;AND DEAN FUJIOKA TATSUO&lt;/strong&gt;! it is such a cute show! but i just cannot tolerate the fake voice rainie uses in the show. her usual voice is pretty, but they just want to make her sound like some bumpkin. the me in chinese "wo" becomes "ORH" in the show. and her voice is so sharp that it nearly reaches the highest frequency of human hearing range. gosh. long periods of listening to her talk in the show will jar on your ears and make you feel like killing someone, maybe take a knife and stab her repeatedly on the heart. HAHA. okayy okayy, im exaggerating, maybe not that irritating as you will get used to it when you watch it. wilber has a really sharp tongue in the show, but the NGs are uber funny as wilber struggles with the long long lines used to jibe rainie in the show. and oh god! &lt;em&gt;cute cute dean fujioka&lt;/em&gt;. he is japanese! no wonder i find him so japan-ish in the show.HAHA. he is a model and an actor.OH MANNN. &lt;em&gt;*on a side note, laogong, if you are reading this, he is just a person in the show. HAHA. you are still the cutest to me. MWARKKS!*&lt;/em&gt; the show only has 2 episodes so far, and i am looking forward to the 3rd as that is the kiss scene of Rainie and Wilber. OH OH OH! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya. that aside, amanda had a very interesting idea. she asked some of us to go night cycling with her on this friday night. apparently we meet around 5/6 at east coast, slack a bit. then at night we cycle from east coast to changi airport. and back again. when i asked her about how are we suppose to be getting back, she just said simply, cycle until morning lo, wait until then, take bus or mrt. righttt..we are suppose to cycle &lt;strong&gt;THROUGHOUT the night&lt;/strong&gt;. silly me, obviously, seeing that &lt;strong&gt;NIGHT&lt;/strong&gt; cycling should have given me enough clues. ah well, it is not that i do not like to cycle, its that i am pretty clumsy ya? so what if i am silly enough to kill myself by cycling over a patch of..i dont know, uneven ground, fall and make everyone worry? and my mom is really &lt;em&gt;biased&lt;/em&gt;. she actually wasnt really supportive of me doing this night cycling thing, but the moment she heard my laogong is going, she said &lt;em&gt;"oh, since craig is going, i shall let you go."&lt;/em&gt; aww mannnn, makes me sound like i cant take care of myself. hmm..maybe i really cant, but thats not the point. i do not know who is going yet, so i got to ask her soon. its really exciting though, to cycle throughout the night. i had done it once, not exactly throughout the night, but near enough. &lt;strong&gt;FINE FINE&lt;/strong&gt;, until around one. there! its until the next morning, so technically it &lt;strong&gt;IS&lt;/strong&gt; throughout the night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was actually our class chalet. and a group of us went cycling, really far. i didnt eat and was cold, so i felt faint. i wanted to turn back but the rest wanted to go ahead, so my darling laogong( not mine yet, at that time.), being the gentleman he is, decided to accompany me back. so both of us turned back. however a moment later, the whole group turned back, saying something like, since we all came here together, we should go back as a group. so our journey just ended like that, thanks to my light-headedness. HAHA. talking about that really makes me feel guilty, like its my fault they cant get to their destination, east coast i think. &lt;strong&gt;FINE&lt;/strong&gt;, it is my fault, but please, from pasir ris to changi, then to east coast? awww mannn..that is bloody far. HAHA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to the night cycling, my mom was damn cute. she asked me to go check if the F1 event is blocking up any road along the east coast side. apparently she thought it was this weekend, so worry that if the roads are blocked up, we cannot cycle. so cute right? she worries unnecessarily. but shows that she cares. heh. well i got to go now, it is the weekday after all and i cant be stuck onto the computer for so long. ah well. time to hit the chemistry books. POOF!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8628160647523425768-2226786902523484240?l=thefivehundredandtwentieth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefivehundredandtwentieth.blogspot.com/feeds/2226786902523484240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thefivehundredandtwentieth.blogspot.com/2008/09/miss-no-good.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628160647523425768/posts/default/2226786902523484240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628160647523425768/posts/default/2226786902523484240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefivehundredandtwentieth.blogspot.com/2008/09/miss-no-good.html' title='miss no good;'/><author><name>JELLYFISH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491268736676294631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jHnURKO-t5Q/SMomK36GEMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/FRx95Zjzamw/S220/SasuNaru_Icon_by_eRemedy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628160647523425768.post-7115889233848475384</id><published>2008-09-16T10:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T10:44:32.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the last paper!</title><content type='html'>thefivehundred andtwentieth;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes! at last, prelims are gonna be over soon, last paper would be chemistry paper 1, which is tomorrow, and an hour later, &lt;em&gt;ALL WILL BE GONEEEE~~~ gone with the wind&lt;/em&gt;, whatsoever. BUT BUT, this marks the day that around a month or so, OUR O LEVELS WOULD BE HERE!! oh the horror. anyway, amaths paper2 totally killed me, well, almost everyone except for those really smart ones, like my baobei. hais. he said he screwed up though, so cant really imagine how would i score. bleahh. i think i lost around 24 marks just by skipping the questions that i do not know how to do. gahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was yesterday. today is the biology paper1, which is really tricky, with lots of "traps", for example, questions would normally ask for which statements are true, BUT this time round, there are questions which ask which are FALSE! i nearly picked the wrong one, but noticed it in time. however i wasnt saved at the others. hais. screw mann! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i was really restless, and my temper was terrible. so i kinda emoed and my poor laogong had to suffer. therefore i shall use my blog to apologise to him.heh.so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SORRY BAOBEI!! I DONT MEAN IT. I LOVE YOU NEHSXS!! and i still dont know why i dont like doctors.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ahem!&lt;/em&gt; couldnt resist adding that "nehsxs", twit sounding i know, BUT WHO CARES, the prelims are ending! HAHA.therefore i am now suffering from symptoms that seems suspiciously "sugar-high"rish. &lt;strong&gt;COUGH!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking about suffering, there is something wrong about me, and that was part of the reason why i emoed - he was trying to make me visit a doctor. i dont like doctors dont ask me why, but if he is going to become one, i dont mind, &lt;strong&gt;CAUSE IT'S HIM&lt;/strong&gt;. haha. apparently, i have an itchy right eye, which is now okay, a slightly sore throat, which is still at an ignorable level of ticklish, a small area under my lower lip is slightly swollen, i have no idea why. maybe its an allergy which i never had and developed yesterday when i started eating some biscuits? allergic to biscuits, imagine that. OH MAN. does that mean i cant eat chocolate chip cookies anymore?! not that i could eat now due to my sore throat and the absense of said cookies. hais. then i have a skinned knee! which i dont know where the hell did i get that from. a piece of skin just came off, no blood no mess! haha.OH YA. and my weeks old ulcer on the inner side of my lower lip. it was really gigantic before i put salt, and it bloody hurts like hell when i did, and now, its smaller now, though it has a certain weird shade of purple around it. hmm. ahh well, these are all my present sufferings, not counting the agony of having to study for exams and worry about the coming O levels, and i believe my darling could point out more like my hips and knees. well, they dont hurt anymore, so no doctors please. HEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, im going off now, maybe to study chemistry, so poof! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LAOGONG! IM REALLY SORRY! LOVE YOU TO THE MAXXYYYYY MAX!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forgive me &lt;em&gt;pwease?&lt;/em&gt; - puppy eyes!-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8628160647523425768-7115889233848475384?l=thefivehundredandtwentieth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefivehundredandtwentieth.blogspot.com/feeds/7115889233848475384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thefivehundredandtwentieth.blogspot.com/2008/09/last-paper.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628160647523425768/posts/default/7115889233848475384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628160647523425768/posts/default/7115889233848475384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefivehundredandtwentieth.blogspot.com/2008/09/last-paper.html' title='the last paper!'/><author><name>JELLYFISH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491268736676294631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jHnURKO-t5Q/SMomK36GEMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/FRx95Zjzamw/S220/SasuNaru_Icon_by_eRemedy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628160647523425768.post-5106629838393842839</id><published>2008-09-14T14:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T14:43:04.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my current favourite song;</title><content type='html'>thefivehundred andtwentieth;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am &lt;em&gt;so obsessed&lt;/em&gt; with this song. &lt;strong&gt;the man who cant be moved by the script&lt;/strong&gt;. i think it is such a beautiful song, when the guy cant let go of the girl he likes and kept on hoping she will come back. i love especially this part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cause if one day you wake up and find that you're missing me,&lt;br /&gt;and your heart starts to wonder where on this earth i can be.&lt;br /&gt;thinking maybe you come back here to the place where we meet, &lt;br /&gt;and you see me waiting for you on the corner of the street and im not moving~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going back to the corner where i first saw you, gotta camp in my sleeping bag im not gonna move~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you guys had not heard of this song, you should go find it. maybe if i get my tablet back i might upload the song here. HAHA! POOF!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8628160647523425768-5106629838393842839?l=thefivehundredandtwentieth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefivehundredandtwentieth.blogspot.com/feeds/5106629838393842839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thefivehundredandtwentieth.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-current-favourite-song.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628160647523425768/posts/default/5106629838393842839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628160647523425768/posts/default/5106629838393842839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefivehundredandtwentieth.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-current-favourite-song.html' title='my current favourite song;'/><author><name>JELLYFISH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491268736676294631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jHnURKO-t5Q/SMomK36GEMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/FRx95Zjzamw/S220/SasuNaru_Icon_by_eRemedy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628160647523425768.post-6353504157270441743</id><published>2008-09-14T13:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T13:49:16.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh the agony;</title><content type='html'>thefivehundred andtwentieth;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you guys ever felt the agony of waiting for something good to happen when the time seems to be c-r-a-w-l-i-n-g along~~ hais, i am waiting for that something good (aka my boyfriend ) to come. maybe ill go play badminton no. however i just ate. apparently you have to wait for at least 2 hours before you exercise, and by that time my something good would reach. my cute mom had just suggested PLAY MAHJONG! oh great. me want play! haha. i sound kiddy. oh ya, talking about kids, there is this little boy or girl outside my flat area shouting "MOM~MY, MOM~MY!" hais, i dont like kids who make too much noise, i mean who does? but if its my baby, then i dont mind. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday is so boring. it had reached a certain boringness that normal days would not be able to achieve. GAHHHHH! it actually feels so much better when i shout it all out now. bleahhh. i will be off to exercise my brain and maybe torture it a while later by studying amaths. i have 3 more papers left, which is listed below. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday: amaths paper 1&lt;br /&gt;tuesday: biology paper 1&lt;br /&gt;wednesday: chemistry paper 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND ITS ALL OVERRRRRRRRR~wait its NOT OVER!!!! NOOOOOOOOOO O LEVELS!!!!!!!! GAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! -ahem- must chill must chill. haha..mann. my bro is imitating me~ he also creating blog, but he is more interested in using the blog for his game, gunz or some shoot shoot game. haha.well my hands are like itchy, want to play mahjong. i sound like some old auntie who has nothing better to do but play mahjong. HAHA. well POOF!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8628160647523425768-6353504157270441743?l=thefivehundredandtwentieth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefivehundredandtwentieth.blogspot.com/feeds/6353504157270441743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thefivehundredandtwentieth.blogspot.com/2008/09/oh-agony.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628160647523425768/posts/default/6353504157270441743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628160647523425768/posts/default/6353504157270441743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefivehundredandtwentieth.blogspot.com/2008/09/oh-agony.html' title='oh the agony;'/><author><name>JELLYFISH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491268736676294631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jHnURKO-t5Q/SMomK36GEMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/FRx95Zjzamw/S220/SasuNaru_Icon_by_eRemedy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628160647523425768.post-4347214561961384283</id><published>2008-09-14T13:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T13:16:30.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW TAGBOARD</title><content type='html'>thefivehundred andtwentieth;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay! i had just added a new tagboard. i know i had crapped about not wanting one. haha, but the truth was i forgot about the site and was too lazy to search for it. also my old tagboard is black and dont really fit in with the new skin. HOWEVER, the nice blogskin creator had added the link for the cbox, so &lt;em&gt;voila!&lt;/em&gt; a new tagboard sprouts out. it was decided on a spur though, and due to the lazy bugs in me, i didnt really consider editing it to make it prettier, so i used the classic one. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my darling was suppose to come here today, well later, and i mistaken him, thought he was suppose to come in the morning rather than the afternoon.( i conveniently forgot he sleeps as much as me, maybe even more if possible. and as his parents do not know about us, yet, he is unable to come even if he wants to. I BELIEVE HE WANTS TO.) ya, so was upset for a little while, but was cleared up in the end. heh. i have to go eat lunch now, so if i have anything else to say, well OF COURSE I DO, i will be back! WAHAHHAHAHAHA. well POOFY!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8628160647523425768-4347214561961384283?l=thefivehundredandtwentieth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefivehundredandtwentieth.blogspot.com/feeds/4347214561961384283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thefivehundredandtwentieth.blogspot.com/2008/09/new-tagboard.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628160647523425768/posts/default/4347214561961384283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628160647523425768/posts/default/4347214561961384283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefivehundredandtwentieth.blogspot.com/2008/09/new-tagboard.html' title='NEW TAGBOARD'/><author><name>JELLYFISH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491268736676294631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jHnURKO-t5Q/SMomK36GEMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/FRx95Zjzamw/S220/SasuNaru_Icon_by_eRemedy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628160647523425768.post-7801481715690210673</id><published>2008-09-14T00:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T00:33:51.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RANDOM</title><content type='html'>thefivehundred andtwentieth;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU TO THE MAX, LAOGONG!!! HAHA!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8628160647523425768-7801481715690210673?l=thefivehundredandtwentieth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefivehundredandtwentieth.blogspot.com/feeds/7801481715690210673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thefivehundredandtwentieth.blogspot.com/2008/09/random.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628160647523425768/posts/default/7801481715690210673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628160647523425768/posts/default/7801481715690210673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefivehundredandtwentieth.blogspot.com/2008/09/random.html' title='RANDOM'/><author><name>JELLYFISH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491268736676294631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jHnURKO-t5Q/SMomK36GEMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/FRx95Zjzamw/S220/SasuNaru_Icon_by_eRemedy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628160647523425768.post-2690054862723735908</id><published>2008-09-13T23:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T23:54:12.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just wondering..</title><content type='html'>thefivehundred andtwentieth;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had just read a friend's blog, well if you call her a friend. apparently most of the people who do not know her well thinks she is a bitch, so you should know which direction i am going towards. anyway, back to the subject. her blog is interesting reading material, but it is mostly about people she dont like, detests, abhors. she was with me in my primary school, and i still see her as a friend, but guess she doesnt think of me as a friend anymore, as we are not in the same class at the moment. with new people coming in and out of her life, i reckon i am just the one who is out. she is pretty attractive, albeit loud. but she has personality. she was my best friend. note: was. i didnt do anything to maintain that closeness with her, so it was pretty much my fault anyway. she changed alot, from a demure kind girl to a loud, kinda obnoxious person. oh, i sidetracked a bit. sorry. HAHA. back to the content of her blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently her blog is just filled to the brim with comments about a certain couple in her class, a couple that i know and didnt mind. it might be because they were not in my class, so i wasnt sure about how they behave around each other. well, my friend was there to experience everything first hand. apparently, they stare at each other for the whole day, whisper and acts like the world only has them in it, nibble and kiss each other in class, follows the partner whereever he/she goes and that includes toilets.( this i did see and i totally disapproves, like what..?!) therefore, due to her comments, it was welcomed by her whole class by the way, well the girls especially, a war broke out. see all the drama in it. you can do nothing about class politics the moment it rears its ugly head. i dont think my friend was the head of this politics war, but just got caught in it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh well, like my title, i was just wondering. why should there be even class politics. i mean my class exists perfectly well without all these hatred and sacarsm in it. why cant just people keep their comments about what they think of others to themselves? maybe my friend, in her usual shrill voice will rebuke me and say "it is my blog and i type what i like!" right, i dont mean to and dont want to control what you write in your blog. its your mouth to shoot. but it is your responsibility to take care of what you say on the web. any trouble, it is your fault. i am just here to say what i feel. all this unnecessary comments cause unpleasant emotions to rise and all those drama will come along with it like some package. anyway, thank god i am not in that class. i seriously cannot bear to be in this tiring cycle of forcing to hate someone and turn into someone the others hate just because you communicates with the target they were all hating. confusing i know, but all these things are really unneccessary. it is just like deliberately stirring up troubles just for your entertainment. if you dont like someone, hide it. but if you really really couldnt bear the sight of the person, show it and talk bad things about them in their pretty faces, and in this case, harness all supporters you can get and turn them into own your army. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my blog will definitely not be as interesting as her as my life isnt &lt;em&gt;oh so glamorous &lt;/em&gt;like her, so you dont like boring mundane blogs, scoot! this place ( blog ) isnt for you. anyway i am perfectly fine with having no one to read my blog as i just want to feel the keys when i type and to find a place to shout my views. well i am going off to bed, so POOFYYYY!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8628160647523425768-2690054862723735908?l=thefivehundredandtwentieth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefivehundredandtwentieth.blogspot.com/feeds/2690054862723735908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thefivehundredandtwentieth.blogspot.com/2008/09/just-wondering.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628160647523425768/posts/default/2690054862723735908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628160647523425768/posts/default/2690054862723735908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefivehundredandtwentieth.blogspot.com/2008/09/just-wondering.html' title='just wondering..'/><author><name>JELLYFISH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491268736676294631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jHnURKO-t5Q/SMomK36GEMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/FRx95Zjzamw/S220/SasuNaru_Icon_by_eRemedy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628160647523425768.post-9065778826425727730</id><published>2008-09-13T12:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T12:30:18.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YIPEE!!</title><content type='html'>thefivehundred andtwentieth;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yay! i finally did it. HAHA! i just randomly clicked some suspicious looking button and YAY!! doned! heh..well i better return the computer to my brother. heh. POOFY!! lalalalalalala...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8628160647523425768-9065778826425727730?l=thefivehundredandtwentieth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefivehundredandtwentieth.blogspot.com/feeds/9065778826425727730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thefivehundredandtwentieth.blogspot.com/2008/09/yipee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628160647523425768/posts/default/9065778826425727730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628160647523425768/posts/default/9065778826425727730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefivehundredandtwentieth.blogspot.com/2008/09/yipee.html' title='YIPEE!!'/><author><name>JELLYFISH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491268736676294631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jHnURKO-t5Q/SMomK36GEMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/FRx95Zjzamw/S220/SasuNaru_Icon_by_eRemedy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628160647523425768.post-2100498587173561362</id><published>2008-09-13T12:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T12:26:06.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'>aww man..screw blogger.</title><content type='html'>thefivehundred andtwentieth;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello once again. good morning. LOL.SCREW BLOGGER MANNNN. i am seriously pissed. i wanted to change my skin of my blog and i dont know how!! before you think i am seriously stupid, the problem is that the original template i was used to is now changed to some weird "layout". i so do not understand. i tried to edit the html by pasting the blogskin i found. BUT NO!! IT COULDN'T READ IT AT ALLLLLLLLLLL..moannnn.. so if any one..any kind soul could help me. PLEASEEEEEE HELPPPPPPPPPPPP..sobbness. i dont like the templates blogger provides. it is just so..square. hais. so all kind souls out there who happen to read my boring boring blogg. please help.. heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all well, all moaning aside. i just woke up not long ago. surprisingly. i am not a lie-in person. guess all those mugging during the weekdays and the lack of sleep all came back to me on a friday night and i am freaking exhausted. i had just hijacked my brother's comp to come update my blog. he didnt make a sound just because his tv show is on. therefore i must seriously make good use of this time when he is absorbed in his tv show. well.since its the early morning, my mundane life couldnt get any more mundane, i have nothing to say. i just came on to try editting the html but to no avail. ah well.i will go attempt again. so POOFY!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8628160647523425768-2100498587173561362?l=thefivehundredandtwentieth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefivehundredandtwentieth.blogspot.com/feeds/2100498587173561362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thefivehundredandtwentieth.blogspot.com/2008/09/aww-manscrew-blogger.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628160647523425768/posts/default/2100498587173561362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628160647523425768/posts/default/2100498587173561362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefivehundredandtwentieth.blogspot.com/2008/09/aww-manscrew-blogger.html' title='aww man..screw blogger.'/><author><name>JELLYFISH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491268736676294631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jHnURKO-t5Q/SMomK36GEMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/FRx95Zjzamw/S220/SasuNaru_Icon_by_eRemedy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628160647523425768.post-2824843062426055047</id><published>2008-09-12T17:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T18:02:41.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello;</title><content type='html'>hello, i had not typed in blogspot for such a long long time. i guess it was like about 1 year ago. this is not my first time though as i had used this before. my life is really boring and since im alone at home most of the time due to my brothers being at band and such, i just thought i might use this to occupy myself.i do not have a tagboard so sorry to those who like to leave their comments. but i just wanted this blog to be some place for me to talk and let off steam when i feel stress.HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a little about myself then. i am a sixteen year old girl, in nanhuahigh school.ALL NANHUARIANS, RAISE YOUR HANDS AND WHOOP WITH ME! i might seem all shy and demure when i type like that, but if you ever have a chance to talk to my friends, they will all go GAHHH! and some might even faint. i am actually pretty noisy and totally different from what i am like now, all polite and stuff. a particular good friend of mine even calls me "BIMBO" but it is all affectionate terms, you know..between friends. haha. i am a totally lazy person and hates to cram and mug all day.unless i cant help it.which i really cant as my prelims are here. well nearly over. just had 3 more papers left. as you can see from my age, my O levels are like really here. LIKE OMG! i seriously do not like exams. they stress me out and makes my blood pressure rise, my hands to sweat, legs to tremble. therefore, with my upcoming exams, i fear i do not have time to update too often, though i doubt anyone would be keeping to my blog that much, but in case there is any. sorry! part of the reason was due to the unappealing fact to sit in this hard plastic chair and type and type away like there is no tomorrow. that's for using my brother's desktop. apparently my tablet is locked up by my mom because i quote,"you have to concentrate and not always get distracted." so BLAM! goes my tablet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...ahh well i will get it back some day, just not now. so meanwhile i had to make do with this desktop that bans me from sitting on my bed or some softer chair that will not torture my buttocks so. hmm.what else.oh i have a boyfriend and he is really cute. i know i shouldn't be gushing about how attractive he is on my blog but I.CANT.HELP.IT!! he has a unique name like me. maybe my name isn't really that unique but its not that common, like amanda. sorry to all amandas in the world if you got offended. no offence. heh. anyway back to my boyfriend. he is in my class and is really nice to me. we give each other space and dont really stick to each other too much. so i really love him alot. okayy..i shall not gross anyone out by my lovey-dovey-ness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have got three younger brothers which are triplets. HOWEVER they do not look similar. not at all. one of them look kinda like me. and my friend said it's a poor poor thing for him. stupid bitch. i dont find myself particularly pretty, but i guess i dont look that ugly either, or i wouldn't find myself a boyfriend ya? ( am i rubbing my boyfriend in too much? SORRY! his cuteness is just too much to bear.) heh.ahh.. what else is there? hmm.. i have got friendster, facebook, but i didnt have the patience to maintain them. so apparently, they all died. dont bother adding me if you see my email, but you can scoot there and see how i USED to look like. its all damn ugly if you ask me. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wear spectacles, so i most probably will look like a nerd, but HA! too bad. im not one. such a pity or i would have overpowering brain powers! MUWAHAHAHA. cough! anyway, i play a musical instrument called the euphonium, hence i am a euphonist. please do not be like the Muttons on 987 and think that euphonium is a new computer game. though if there is one, i think i would seriously rock in it. HAHA! ahh..i have a tamagotchi v4.5,( god i seriously dont know what to say ) and her name is jelly. she is the 2nd generation and she is so much adorable than my first one called sexy. cough! ITS NOT MY IDEA. MY BOYFRIEND. he has one too, called HOT.( see what i mean, hot and sexy. goes together like fork and spoon. ) i married my SEXY off to some bone looking tamagotchi by mistake and got a granddaughter. my poor darling's tama was so heartbroken and he said he would wait for my granddaughter to grow up and marry her. HAHA. tama grow really quickly. so it isn't exactly wrong to marry my 2nd generation with his 1st one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i LOVE america's next top model. i watched cycle 9, so many pretty ladies. but cycle 10 is just URGH!! some are nice but weird, eg lauren. some need time to get use to and to appreciate the..ahh.unique look.eg marvita. while some just dont shave at all.eg fatima. actually the not shaving model.its just fatima. apparently she got circumsised and she cannot fuck with men. thats so sad and cruel. hais. different different cultures all over the world. i am just so glad i wasn't from there. there are also A LOT MORE bitches in cycle 10. ALOT!! and there are so many verbal catfights and shouting matches. kinda give me a headache just by watching them. haha. talking about shows, i TOTALLY LOVE NARUTO! its like so cute and cool. well to be truthful, i only like one pairing and its yaoi. meaning boyXboy. i am still unable to find a classmate who likes yaoi, so pity i have to be selfish and keep all these knowledge to myself. if you are a homophobe, dont flame me. pity i dont have a tagboard ya? i am not the only one in this whole wide world that loves sasunaru. go check it up and look at the gigantic fanclub they have. i would like to join if i wasnt so lazy.haha. i did say it in my profile that i love sasunaru though. so to those people who do not read details out there. god bless you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...i seriously think i am having verbal diarrhoea now. like im just ranting and ranting off and off. OH SHOOT ZACK AND CODY!! OMG! im so going off now. i shall update again later at night if i have a chance. loves you guys and POOFY!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8628160647523425768-2824843062426055047?l=thefivehundredandtwentieth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefivehundredandtwentieth.blogspot.com/feeds/2824843062426055047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thefivehundredandtwentieth.blogspot.com/2008/09/hello.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628160647523425768/posts/default/2824843062426055047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628160647523425768/posts/default/2824843062426055047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefivehundredandtwentieth.blogspot.com/2008/09/hello.html' title='hello;'/><author><name>JELLYFISH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491268736676294631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jHnURKO-t5Q/SMomK36GEMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/FRx95Zjzamw/S220/SasuNaru_Icon_by_eRemedy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
