<?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-16886615</id><updated>2011-12-03T02:37:34.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me and my poppycock</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16886615/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>annoneemous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07248419899623440858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>75</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16886615.post-115704500105458011</id><published>2006-08-31T21:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T01:23:23.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>teacher's day</title><content type='html'>today is teachers day!&lt;br /&gt;my parents brought back goodies!! cos they are both lao shi's&lt;br /&gt;my dad every year will get at least a bouquet of flowers, and i will kope a few. cos they are so pretty!!! it's a pity that they'd die soon, at least i can dry them and admire them : ). haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year my dad will get a card with at least a durian in it. haha, cos year after year, he will tell his students a funny story:&lt;br /&gt;Sir Issac newton sit under a apple tree and the apple drop on his head that's how he discovered gravity.&lt;br /&gt;So.. if you don't know how to solve a maths question, then sit under the durian tree.. and the answer will come faster. Because.. if you sit below the durian tree for too long and the durian drop, you're gone. haha. sounds lame. but it's funny in a way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to buy a pair of papillos  : ) but there's so many designs i don't know what to choose! i'm going to buy online, cos it's cheaper and shipping is free  : ) cos we have 4 pple.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16886615-115704500105458011?l=trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com/feeds/115704500105458011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16886615&amp;postID=115704500105458011&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16886615/posts/default/115704500105458011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16886615/posts/default/115704500105458011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com/2006/08/teachers-day_31.html' title='teacher&apos;s day'/><author><name>annoneemous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07248419899623440858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16886615.post-115691288641178616</id><published>2006-08-30T11:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T12:41:28.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this post. is for. Dinie.&lt;br /&gt;My lab partner that &lt;u&gt;almost&lt;/u&gt; drove me up the wall. i repeat. almost.&lt;br /&gt;but that's all past. Peace, Man. (just don't drive me up the roof next time). haha. kidding  : )&lt;br /&gt;here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just finished eating my lunch, consisting of chili crab instant noodles. it's ok only.. not something i felt it was worth gaining calories over, but i'd have never known till i tried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desert: tolberone 50g bar milk chocolate. finished it tooo, Sugar Honey Ice Tea. i need water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love chocolate. i wonder who was the ffirst one who made chocolate. i love chocolate more than ice cream. more than cheesecake? i dunno&lt;br /&gt;but.. why is good chocolate so expensive??? i was walking past godiva in city link and i saw they were selling chocolate dipped strawberries. $9 a pop! sooooo EX!!!! make my own better   : ) haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going back to sushi tei to work. 2nd september 2.30 pm. till i dunno when. earn some money to spend some more money. haha i wanna buy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah. all the good TV shows are gone, just when the holidays started. Desperate housewives is gone. CSI is gone too : ( at least there's grey's anatomy, america's next top model, and my name is earl. project runway is not counted, cos tonight is the last episode. so....  monday and saturday only  : (   AXN has 3 hours of CSI every sunday. BUT! i don't have cable. too bad. obviously, my mum knew i'd become a couch potato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. dinie i hope you're happy : )till then nex time someone asks me to update, CHAOS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(actually this blog was supposed to be closed down. haha)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16886615-115691288641178616?l=trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com/feeds/115691288641178616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16886615&amp;postID=115691288641178616&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16886615/posts/default/115691288641178616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16886615/posts/default/115691288641178616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com/2006/08/this-post.html' title=''/><author><name>annoneemous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07248419899623440858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16886615.post-115297275427950242</id><published>2006-07-15T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T22:12:34.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today. We held the SEG 3 on 3 Basketball tournament. I was in charge of making the drinks. Trust me. it's tiring. especially if there isn't a water source within like 300 meters, and everytine i want to fill the cooler(19 liter capacity) with water, i'll have to carry it 300 meters. i carried the thing to and fro 3 times. all bymyself. sooo heavy! but, yeah!! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were making drinks, some syrup spilled on me, due to the violent pouring by $^#@ Mark.. so i was sticky(-____-). When we went to fill water, he showered me with water... which made me un-sticky again... but! i was all wet from head to toenail. i carried the cooler full of water back myself. he was walking behind me and kept asking if i needed help, cos he didn't believe i could carry it all the way. but i did! i didn't even let  him touch the cooler. heh heh heh  *acomplishment*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at about 1.30pm, it started raining... so everyone went to shelter, and some teams went home, so in the end, the event was postponed to this wednesday, after school. 5 of us stayed in the court to jaga the equiptment and the bags. Jiawei, Mark, Wilson, some person who's name i don't know and me. When it stopped raining, Jia wei, Mark and I went to pick up all the gazillion cups scattered everywhere. it was a back breaking activity. worse than carrying the coolers. After that, when we were all done, wilson put some ice down my back and i think if my memory doesn't fail me, Jia Wei and Mark saw... So they tried to do the same. in the end, it was a coup between me versus mark and jia wei. (so not fair right! 1 girl vs. 2 guys, somemore jia wei was on roller baldes). ok and blah blah blah... run around. chase. struggle to free myself. struggle to get their posessions and throw it in the ice water. try to pour water on them. try to dodge the water that they try to pour on me.... yadda yadda yadda... and! in the end, i was all wet. jia wei was the wettest of them all. i walked home, drenched. and tried from all the running around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i reached home, took a shower, and immediately fell asleep on my bed. my hair was still wet but i just couldn't help it(but i did lay a towel on my pillow). i woke up for dinner and now i'm here : ) and now i'm going to watch 'my name is Earl'. so.. bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16886615-115297275427950242?l=trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com/feeds/115297275427950242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16886615&amp;postID=115297275427950242&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16886615/posts/default/115297275427950242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16886615/posts/default/115297275427950242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com/2006/07/today.html' title=''/><author><name>annoneemous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07248419899623440858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16886615.post-115176185646628704</id><published>2006-07-01T19:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T22:54:09.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MAJOR UPDATE</title><content type='html'>woah!! havn't blogged since 12 may 2006(about 50 days since!). that's long. ok so major updates? let's see.... time to whip out my brain's planner and see what's been happening since then(only applicable for the things that i remember). This is a long LOoooooooooooooooNG blog... just to warn you first. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17 May(wednesday):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day of my basic theory test.&lt;br /&gt;i went to school as usual, class ended at 3, but i had a meeting for the A&amp;R camp meeting after that till i cannot remember what time. i think if i can remember corectly, i went home to study, cos i didn't want to hang out in school and study for the test(i had not studied for the test prior to that day). i went home, holding on to a promise that i would not fall asleep, but study for the test that i paid a good $6 for.. ok but in the end, i fell asleep and what's worst, i almost came late for the test(pple who are late have to forefeit the test). take note, i said almost.&lt;br /&gt;i went for test.&lt;br /&gt;i did it.&lt;br /&gt;i submitted it.&lt;br /&gt;i got everysingle question correct.&lt;br /&gt;yeah right(!).&lt;br /&gt;i failed it.&lt;br /&gt;don't ask me why.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;i still havn't booked a new test date.&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAAAAHAHAHAA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19 May(friday):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, i met apple, junhao and guoyang to go to IMM giant to buy stuff for the BBQ. we took bevans car there, and we bought lots and lots of food. luckily, i didn't have to take MRT home like the other time i had to prepare for bbq's. bevan drove me and the shockingly large amount of groceries home.&lt;br /&gt;when i reached home, i spent the whole night cutting the chicken into small cubes, and marinating pretty much all of the meat. tiring work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20 May(saturday):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the SEG camp eagles BBQ at my house.&lt;br /&gt;before the bbq itself, some pple came over earlier for the A&amp;amp;R camp proposal meeting.&lt;br /&gt;after that, some other people came to help in the food preperation.&lt;br /&gt;the bbq started at about 7pm(that's when the fire was in full gear, and the food started being cooked). There were alot of people, more than i anticipated, but it was fun. My house is a bit small 25 people.. but oh well. there was the living room. haha. there was alot of left over food, especially hot dogs and crab meat. there was also alot alot of azila's mums yummy bee hoon left.&lt;br /&gt;(we had 2 pits. one of them my brother helped me borrow from one of my neighbours house, and the other my dad built with bricks, so now we have a permanent BBQ bit at our back garden)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24 May(wednesday):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blood donation drive.&lt;br /&gt;me and diana went to donate in the morning before anatomy class.&lt;br /&gt;The waiting time was long! i think there were too little staff on duty then or too many donors.. i'm not sure. i think we went at about 11am. But we were still late for class for about half an hour i think.&lt;br /&gt;i have to admit, i did feel abit woozy after the donation...maybe.. because i had only a cup of water and 2 cookies for breakfast? well anyway, they made me take double helping of refreshments after that. i was supposed to have them at the refreshments table, but since we were already late for class, i persuaded them to let me tah bao it away. haha. i ended up giving the food out to people in class instead of eating it myself(ok. more than half of me told myself that i didn't need it. haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4 June(sunday): &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kayaking one star course.&lt;br /&gt;12 of us.&lt;br /&gt;i only knew 4 other people(mark, kian seng, tony and jiawei's younger sister).&lt;br /&gt;it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;our instructor was Colin.&lt;br /&gt;we used the double seater kayaks for the first day of the 2 day course.&lt;br /&gt;my partner was jiawei's sister:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8 June(thursday):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;biosensors and biosignals peactical test&lt;br /&gt;attrociously done. seriously.&lt;br /&gt;i handed up an as-good-as-blank paper with my name and admin number on it.&lt;br /&gt;Zi Qing could do it. she could do everything. i couldn't even get the right signal. what's worse? she's my accomplist in slaging in class and she sleeps way way way more in class than me! no fair&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should sleep too! yeah! maybe i should. hmph. HAHA! kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11 June(sunday):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kayaking one star course day 2(last day too).&lt;br /&gt;the same 12 of us:D,&lt;br /&gt;the same instructor:D,&lt;br /&gt;and the same horrible meeting time of 10 am(ok. maybe only for people like me who have to wake up at 8am, and on top of that, have trouble getting my big fat ass out of bed.. haha!).&lt;br /&gt;instead of the double seater kayaks, we use the single seater ones. yay!&lt;br /&gt;their lighter and easier to manouvere. BUT! when we had the double seater kayaks, there was a trolley to push them to the beach. for the single seater ones, we had to carry them there. break back workout. haha&lt;br /&gt;i only realised that colin had 6 fingers on one hand when he showed us how to carry the kayaks singly. i can't remember which hand. 6 fingers is a dominant gene. 5 is recessive. haha&lt;br /&gt;'easier to manouvere'. yes. way way easier, but not entirely way way better. we kept turning round and round in the water(almost full 180 degree turns whenever we paddled one side)&lt;br /&gt;we stopped for lunch break, and it started raining monkeys and gorillas. we had to wait till the rain stopped, and while we were waiting, i had one of the hardest laughs ever, thanks to the insane cold-catching antics of mark and kianseng. They were sitting on a bench, with the rain pouring down on them, and they were shivering to the bone marrow. and they wouldn't move. haha. ok i think it doesn't sound funny when i say it now, but trust me. for all you know, when you saw it, you may even laugh till you snort(ps. but i didn't. haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17 June(saturday):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preforum Plenary and team building session at RP for the poly forum.&lt;br /&gt;day 1.&lt;br /&gt;played games. quite alot of them.&lt;br /&gt;my subtheme: the living, ageing world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18 June(sunday):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preforum Plenary and team building session at RP for the poly forum.&lt;br /&gt;day 2. last day.&lt;br /&gt;found out that this thing won't stop after we go fot the costa sands camp in september. we still have to execute our plans after that(in the 6 months following)&lt;br /&gt;during the september camp, it is the time that we present the proposals to the minister to view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24 June (saturday):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back to RP for another poly forum discussion. fullstop. nothing else to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26 June(monday):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biosensors and biosignals common test. 8.30 am&lt;br /&gt;ok. i could more or less do the mcq questions... which in a way is quite good considering i hadn't completed studying for it...&lt;br /&gt;for the short strctured questions, i could do it less or lessser. meaning i had trouble with it. haha i just know i couldn't do 40 marks worth of questions in that 100 mark paper. oh well. give miss lam free marks. ain't i generous??????&lt;br /&gt;i was the last one to leave the room.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27 June(tuesday):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Biomedical engineering Design common test. 8.30 am&lt;br /&gt;4 compulsory questions 25 marks each.&lt;br /&gt;Q1- blank(clueless. i know he went throught the question, but i forgot to look at it:( )&lt;br /&gt;Q2- ok i could do it. 2 pages long in fact. but! atthe lats minute, i realised my calculations were all wrong! i had made up my own imaginary method which i had percieved to be the correct method which i had studied. when i cross referenced the answer(my percieved to be correct answer) with the (actual) correct method, NO match. rats. oh well. tooo bad.&lt;br /&gt;Q3- quite short. i could do it, but i can't confirm if it's correct&lt;br /&gt;Q4- the only question i could actually onfidently do... cos all we needed to do was plug in the formulae.&lt;br /&gt;i was the last one to leave the room again.&lt;br /&gt;--Mathematics common test. 2pm&lt;br /&gt;ok la. i studied for it pretty much on the day itself...&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't do the first and last qiestion. the first question was cos i think i had a burn out. i was doing maths practice since the end of the design paper earlier that day. not a very good move..&lt;br /&gt;the last question was cos i dunno. the answer was just weird.&lt;br /&gt;for the questions in between, i hope they're ok... cos... i want marks. who doesn't?haha&lt;br /&gt;everyone left the room at the same time. every one needed time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;28 June(wednesday):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Anatomy and Physiology Common test. 11am. thank goodness. more time to sleep: )&lt;br /&gt;in the end, it started at 11.30, so everyone had to wait.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't really know how to do the short essay questions.. but i just tried to do what i always do during tests and especially exams. crrrrap awwway! whee! haha&lt;br /&gt;i was the last one to leave the room again!!&lt;br /&gt;-- marketing common test. 5pm. so late... but means more time to study&lt;br /&gt;studied on the day itself too... didn't get much in my brain.. but...&lt;br /&gt;i was the NOT the last one to leave the room!!! yeah!!! there were more than 10 pple left inside the used to be full lecture room. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;29 June(thursday):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dental!!! dental!!! la la la la la!!&lt;br /&gt;guess what? she said i can remove my braces in about a month's time! woo hooo!!!! i was absoluely thrilled! : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30 June(friday):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had to do to school for GMP lab lessons. 8 am.&lt;br /&gt;i woke up at 8am. my phone's alarm didn't go off. have no idea why. i don't think i slept through it.. cos my sister would have woken me up... hmm..&lt;br /&gt;i reached school at 8.45, inclusive of dilly-dallying... perfect timing&lt;br /&gt;they only started doing lab at 8.45. before that, i think there was some problem thre lab tech was facing.. like maybe he couldn't get the agar plates? i dunno. i just know my timing was perfect. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;we were let off early at 9.30am, and the next lesson started at 1pm, so i went home to clear my messy room.&lt;br /&gt;i reached school at 1.45 am for lab class to find that more than 3/4 of the class had ponned. so i just went off to meet sarah.. since there were only 4 pple in the lab, excluding the teacher. haha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 July(saturday):TODAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was suposed to go to RP again for the poly forum meeting. but i didn't.&lt;br /&gt;i shamelessly chose to sleep. haha. at least i admit it.&lt;br /&gt;i woke up at 1am in time for lunch&lt;br /&gt;i finished lunch and watched some tv. boring&lt;br /&gt;i went up to my bed lyed down.&lt;br /&gt;i fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;i woke up.&lt;br /&gt;i rolled around.&lt;br /&gt;i fell asleep again.&lt;br /&gt;i woke up.&lt;br /&gt;i showered.&lt;br /&gt;dinner time.&lt;br /&gt;blog time.&lt;br /&gt;which leaves me sitting right here right now. haha.&lt;br /&gt;today is world pig day. i was an excellent example. you've just gotta agree : )&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY WORLD PIG DAY!!&lt;br /&gt;for those who missed it, i'm sorry for you. haha!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16886615-115176185646628704?l=trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com/feeds/115176185646628704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16886615&amp;postID=115176185646628704&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16886615/posts/default/115176185646628704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16886615/posts/default/115176185646628704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com/2006/07/major-update.html' title='MAJOR UPDATE'/><author><name>annoneemous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07248419899623440858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16886615.post-114760849164898610</id><published>2006-05-12T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T20:08:11.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Tra la LA!&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, i went out with sarah and cheryl, we ate fish and co(again.. but we planned to dine at marche.. but we discvered to our utter disappointment it was under renovation) and had drinks there too.. i turned red(which is no surprise), and so did cheryl(which was a surprise indeed!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6652/1614/320/100_1860.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;This is us. Cheryl, Me, Sarah. My bestest friends in the world!! : ) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were walking around after that(almost all the shops were closed, so you can roughly guess the time..), and while we were outside macdonalds opposite the Mango near Pacific Plaza, we saw i lady waliking her dog. ok. you'll say"a dog. big deal. what's so special?"... Well, this dog was soooooooooo MINIature! little pooch was literally running after her!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6652/1614/320/100_1865.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's like smaller than a chihuahua! it's cute. but i don't like. They're so small, so fragile, so unhuggable, so misplaceable(? haha), i can't go on jogs with them cos i think they'd probably tire wayyy before me.. haha... now... compare it to a HUSKY!!  OH YeaH! haha. Mr Jia wei is trying to find pple who want a 6 month old husky.. but however tempted i am to get it, i decided not to.. cos it's high maintence. I will get one when i get older and have my own steady income... if not my mummy wil go broke! haha (anyone need pple to walk their husky? call jessica at xxxx xxxx haha!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16886615-114760849164898610?l=trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com/feeds/114760849164898610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16886615&amp;postID=114760849164898610&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16886615/posts/default/114760849164898610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16886615/posts/default/114760849164898610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com/2006/05/tra-la-la-tonight-i-went-out-with.html' title=''/><author><name>annoneemous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07248419899623440858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16886615.post-114761031001520124</id><published>2006-05-10T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T20:38:30.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today's anatomy lesson was fun! We listened for each other's heart beat, and measured each other's blood pressure. my arm almost died when khairul pumped the in tooo much air(he pumped it till the 300 mark(max)). haha. And i also saw something reeeaaaally funny. seriously. when i turned to look at what my partner, zi qing was doing(cos i kinda abandoned her to wander around the class. oops!), i saw her doing something. She had just put on her stethescope, and she was placing the diaphram of the stethescopeon to... her temple of her head!! soooo funny! when i asked her why did she do that, she sipmly said cos Dr Tan said that it was one of the spots that the pulse could be taken. so cute!! hahaa. too bad she had the camera with her so i couldn't capture a shot. : (&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6652/1614/320/100_1805.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This is doctor-wanna-be dinie wearing his labcoat which we used in the morning for GMP lab.. pretending to look the part. haha! i couldn't hear my pulse.. so he came to my assistance... but i still couldn't hear it... too much fats maybe? and as you can see, khairul is holding onto the pump... squeezing my arm to death!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, the teacher asked who wanted to volunteer to do the ECG.. since there was no response, i volunteered(honestly, i didn't know what i was in for!). once i found out that i had to ly on the table(but no need to take off clothes), i changed my mind, and parthiban did it instead. phew! hahaa.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; lesson learnt in today's anatomy: don't anyhow volunteer unless you know what you are in for. esp in Anatomy! haha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16886615-114761031001520124?l=trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com/feeds/114761031001520124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16886615&amp;postID=114761031001520124&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16886615/posts/default/114761031001520124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16886615/posts/default/114761031001520124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com/2006/05/todays-anatomy-lesson-was-fun-we.html' title=''/><author><name>annoneemous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07248419899623440858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16886615.post-114700697671592268</id><published>2006-05-07T19:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T19:23:35.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pulau ubin</title><content type='html'>on sunday, a few of us went to Pulau Ubin to cycle. it was reaaally fun, but to the end it was almost a torture to cycle uphill. we cycled from 9.30am till about 3.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got seperated. Ada, Diana and Mark were seperated from us (Ziqing, me, yang fong and jia wei). It was fun and definately a little torturous(especially at the later part of the day, when we were tired and there was definately a lactic acid buildup in our legs- cos we had to go through so many uphills) under jia wei's leadership... we went everywhere! hahaha. but it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we went all around the island... wait... we DID go all around the island. we even went through the muddy earth trails to Chek Jawa(which turned out to be closed.. construction). The muddy trails were definately a new experience... going through all the mud(where sometimes it splashes onto your face and my back, cos going through the water is inevitable), leaves and branches hitting your face, MOSQUITOES SUCKING MY BLOOD! oh well, i guess it's part of the package?? the mozzy bites are still here. red and raised and itchy. and today is TUESDAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, we took lots and lots of photos, but i still can't seem to open them so i can't upload any pics. Since i'm on the topic of pictures, it reminds me... of something i'd have rather not mentioned AT ALL... but since somebody(s) -Mr Mark and Mr Jia Wei... have showed it to alot of people(the video. if you havn't seen it, don't bother wasting your time), i have decided to give a statement: I DID NOT WILLINGLY GET VIDEO-ED!...&lt;br /&gt;it's like this:&lt;br /&gt;Mr Jia wei wanted to take a photo of ME or MARK sitting on the kiddy ride behind me, since ada, diana and ziqing were too tired to do anything, and yangfong wasn't in top condition.. (so we were his only options, besides himself..)&lt;br /&gt;After much pestering, i don't know how(i think maybe cos everyone looked so stoned.. and i thought it will surface a smile?), but I reluctantly agreed to take ONE PICTURE. ONE only, and he will have to pay for my lunch(which by the way, he still hasn't returned me the money..)&lt;br /&gt;Ok.. so i sat my butt on the what-MrMark-thought-to-be-a-monster(but was actually a dolphin)ride, and he took a picture.. and..&lt;br /&gt;Job Done! time to get off! yay! when i stood up and was about to climb off the dolphin ride, MrMark took a 50cent coin which was somehow (strategically maybe?) left on the table, and dropped it into the machine.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't manage to climb off the dolphin, cos it started moving, and it kept knocking on to me whenever i tried.&lt;br /&gt;They didn't take the video from the start, cos i don't think it was a joint sabo.&lt;br /&gt;When the ride started they were too busy laughing, and so was i.&lt;br /&gt;Mr Jia Wei only started taking the video when he realised i couldn't get off without the risk of injuring myself (the ride was mounted on a raised platform, so i didn't think it fit to jump off, especially when the ride was in progress). and why didn't want to risk jumping off? cos i was tired, and when i'm tired, i tend to get clumsy..&lt;br /&gt;so THERE IT IS! how the video was taken, i hope you believe my explanation(this is the most detailed one that i have done). that's all i have to say. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;(oh yes! when i was on the ride, EVERYONE was staring at me. the people in the food stall next door was staring too, and so were the stall owners(maybe not for long, but they still did). i saw a girl about the age of 10, stop eating, with her spoon midway between her plate and mouth. looking stunned. i just couldn't help it but laugh till the ride ended)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't regret going, however, i do regret not bringing my camera... cos if i did, then i would have persuaded them to use my camera for the kiddy ride thing, and since it would have been in MY camera, then i definately WOULDN'T have sent it to anyone. MUAH HAHAHAHAAHAA!!-___-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16886615-114700697671592268?l=trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com/feeds/114700697671592268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16886615&amp;postID=114700697671592268&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16886615/posts/default/114700697671592268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16886615/posts/default/114700697671592268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com/2006/05/pulau-ubin.html' title='pulau ubin'/><author><name>annoneemous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07248419899623440858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16886615.post-114655417510546610</id><published>2006-05-02T12:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T16:38:21.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i went to malaysia over the labour day weekend! wheee! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad and i had to rush to catch the 5pm bus at JB, cos i left school late. i was supposed to meet him at 3.30pm at the YCK mrt station, but i reached there like 3.45pm. it was really a scurry at the causeway.. when we reached the JB bus interchange, it was 5.05pm. walking to the berth, we saw, NO BUS! oh no!! my dad went to check if the bus left, but luckily, the bus hadn't even arrived yet! in the end it arrived at like 5.45pm? we reached my uncle's houce at like... 11.30pm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was really jammed at KL when we were reaching the pudu bus station, so we decided to get down from the bus and walk to the LRT station. my dad walked so fast(cos we were rushing to catch the last train), i had to jog behind him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we finally reached my uncles's house, i was given char kuay teow to eat, and when i was 1/3 way done with it, someone brought out a big bowl of hakka food for me to eat, just because i tried what my dad was given and said it was nice. so for supper, i had 1/3 bowl of char kway teow, and a full bowl of the i-dunno-what-it-is-called hakka food.woo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day2(saturday): we stayed in the house and had fun till like 1.30pm, then the girls(including me!) went to the flea market at the curve to walk. actually the guys wanted to go too, but there wasn't space in the car... so one of my aunty's said only those wearing skirts could go(though we weren't), so they changed their minds. haha. when we came back, we played majong, and did stupid stuff, while the big big BIG dinner was being prepared. we ate our dinner in my late grandfather's room, cos we were playing majong there too earlier. here's a picture of our big big dinner(only part of it, cos not all the food could fit on the table).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6652/1614/320/100_1712.jpg" border="0" /&gt;our big big dinner&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6652/1614/320/100_1717.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;me and ching's 'happy family'... what a beautiful hand!! hahaha .bleh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day3(sunday): we went for a big big meal again. this time it wasn't dinner. it was a buffet lunch. we dined at some hotel near sunway pyramid. the buffet was ok.. there was so so so many desserts to choose from! we took one big helping of the main courses and many more bigger helpings of dessert.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6652/1614/320/100_1725.jpg" border="0" /&gt;SOME of the yummy desserts!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6652/1614/320/100_1728.jpg" border="0" /&gt;1! 2! 3!... DIG IN!!!!! Mmmm!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6652/1614/320/100_1750.jpg" border="0" /&gt;We played 'guess the number' and the lucky one eats a small hashbrown marinated in... hmmm let's see: thousand island dressing, mayonaise, cili padi, wasabi, grapefruit juice, icecream, chocolate and strawberry sauce, crab gravy, pickled onions and pickles with their 'juice', rojak sauce, mashed papayas, equal creamer, salt, pepper, and alot of others that i cannot think of now&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6652/1614/320/100_1748.jpg" border="0" /&gt;just before we play the game... everyone doesn't know what they're in for... and since i was the one who proposed the game, if i were to gena it, instead of the standard 1 scoop, i would have to eat 2.(in the end i had 4 in total). it's like eating hot and cold at the same time.. cos the hashbrown is hot, butthe sauce is cold, cos of the ice cream.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6652/1614/320/100_1757.jpg" border="0" /&gt;We went around sunway pyramid to walk(for like 45 mins) while the adults talked and talked.. and when we came back, they were still talking. we left the table messed up with all the food, and when we came back, it was cleared. Then Meei started sprinkling pepper over a fork, just for fun.. to get the design. it didn't tuen out as planned, so she spread it out and did 'sorry' instead, cos there was pepper all over the table.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6652/1614/320/100_1760.jpg" border="0" /&gt;finally, when we were leaving, we took an impromtu family photo... well.. photos of the people there at least.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6652/1614/320/100_1769.jpg" border="0" /&gt;later in the evening, when we are together playing again, we decided to take stupid pictures. here's one of them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6652/1614/320/100_1766.jpg" border="0" /&gt;this one is dumb. cos i pressed the timer to take photos, but i accidentally predded the timer for the video... so, everyone was left posing there, and waiting for the flash to go off, but it didn't. ahha!(as you can see, the person at the bottom left corner has dissappeared in the later frames, cos i went to see what was 'wrong' with the camera.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;all in all, this weekend was definately better than staying at home and rotting away, though now the whole weekend is gone. haha! i look forward to a next time!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16886615-114655417510546610?l=trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com/feeds/114655417510546610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16886615&amp;postID=114655417510546610&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16886615/posts/default/114655417510546610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16886615/posts/default/114655417510546610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-went-to-malaysia-over-labour-day.html' title=''/><author><name>annoneemous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07248419899623440858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16886615.post-114578132497548300</id><published>2006-04-23T15:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T17:07:59.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>marina south</title><content type='html'>yesterday. i went for some 'orientation' at a company... they wanted to hire me to promote their water purifiers or something. the orientation was supposed to only take 1-2 hours, but in the end, it took more like 3 hours.. why? well, cos tehre was this girl(ok. so it was only the 2 of us..), she asked aot of questions. alot alot. haha. i don't blame her. but i really had to summon all my powers within me to stop myself from nodding off right infront of the supervisor. haha. i asked the pay, and they said it can be like $300-$400 a WEEK. tempting right? but their system is really confusing, and i dunno how i'll get paid. i havn't told them my decision on whether to work, but i think, most probably not? if iwork, i'll have money, but no life. what's the point?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after it, i went to city hall(cos i was at raffles place) to get my watch buckle fixed, cos it had snapped into 2. turns out, the buckle only cost $2. if only i knew earlier, cos previously, i tryed super glue-ing it together, and it kept breaking and i kept gluing it back.. and you know... carrys onn... haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i was on my way home, diana called me, and asked me if i wanted to accompany her to marina south for steamboat with other camp eagle pple. it was already 5, and i was nearing bishan. i agreed and loitered around bishan till her dad came and took us away(to marina south that is). quite a handfull of people turned out. we took the food and started practicing our chef skills, and guo yang(only got to know him yesterday) actually cut the crabs and peeled the prawns(which were still alive and kicking) for everyone! so nice of him. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, they started to play a drinking game, with tiger beer and guess the number. and i geena-ed the first cup of beer!haha. after that, i slowly turned very red, and almost everyone streched out their hand and ask how many fingers they were holding out, at different times of course. haha, and i purposely gave them all the wrong answers! i didn't realise i was so so red untill they took a picture and showed it to me! here it is(we were on the train at marina bay)! &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6652/1614/320/SSL10088.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6652/1614/320/SSL10111.jpg" border="0" /&gt; i was red, but not drunk. i really wasn't!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16886615-114578132497548300?l=trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com/feeds/114578132497548300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16886615&amp;postID=114578132497548300&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16886615/posts/default/114578132497548300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16886615/posts/default/114578132497548300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com/2006/04/marina-south.html' title='marina south'/><author><name>annoneemous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07248419899623440858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16886615.post-114545393118588091</id><published>2006-04-19T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T16:40:02.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>club crawwwwl. yesterday and today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was a tad bit boring, especially the part when i was left alone with the whole booth to myself from 2.30 onwards, cos ashley went off. In the morning i bumped into jesvin at the student union booth, which was only about 3 or 4 booths away from mine. i went there to talk to her, cos she was bored, and before i realised it, more than 1 hour had passed. as i sat there and talked to her, she passed me yupi sweets, and i kept eating, cos she kept feeding me..and i tossed some to my booth too. hahaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when ashley went off, i was left alone. i got so bored and restless... and when the performances by dance company and especially foreign bodies were on, i stood on the chair at my booth(cos i couldn't abandon it) to watch(if i didn't then i wouldn't be able to see cos pple would be blocking). i know. it looks spastic. i think so too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also met wan chee there, but we only started talking for so so so long at the YCK bus interchange, cos we were going there too. i think we talked for more than an hour too, cos as we talked, we saw countless number of our busses pass, without caring. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was like a one by one school reunion. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for toooday! well, it was really more interesting than yesterday. for one, there was alot more people manning the booth, so there was more people to talk to and all. we went around the sports hall to see the other booths, and we came across the makeup club. they were doing henna and tattoos! me, diana, zhiping, and shiying did henna. nice! we met deborah there too, she was the last of us to get it done, but i think hers is the nicest! and we dared calvyn and yangfong to do too... and they did(but the pattern they got was not what we wanted to be). we wanted theirs to be like ours(butterflies and flowers), in the end, they got dragons. cheat! &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6652/1614/320/100_1702.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;here's the pic of(some of)our hands: clockwise from the beautifully drawn make-me-jealous-that-mine-is-not-as-nice-as-hers henna drawing(the one with the flower), deborah, calvyn(cheater number 1), yangfong(cheater number 2), and mine! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later, we got bored, and the makeup club pple were closing shop, and there were still alot of tattoos left.. so i dared deborah to take a amall one and put it on her face. she finally agreed to, if i'd do it too. so i did. mine looked like i had a lizard on my face(it's supposed to be a rose!) &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6652/1614/320/100_1680.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;here it is! the tattoos on our faces. hahaha.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6652/1614/320/100_1648.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;azilalalalaaaaaa and me..(i'm actually taller than her ok! i bent down... really! haha)&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6652/1614/320/100_1666.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;me and diana doing henna.. ok the photographer was holding lotsa stuff, and taking the pic with only one hand.... so it explains the blurrness.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6652/1614/320/100_1661.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and the final picture... with the dancers shiying and zhiping! yay!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i only have pictures for the second day(today), cos i only brought my camera today. haha. if not i would have snapped away with jesvin and wanchee too! haha. i think i put more pictures on flicker... go see more there!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16886615-114545393118588091?l=trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com/feeds/114545393118588091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16886615&amp;postID=114545393118588091&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16886615/posts/default/114545393118588091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16886615/posts/default/114545393118588091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com/2006/04/club-crawwwwl.html' title=''/><author><name>annoneemous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07248419899623440858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16886615.post-114516472368400139</id><published>2006-04-16T12:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T13:18:43.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6652/1614/1600/100_1498.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;eeee!! havn't blogged in decades! oh well, it's been a long fun filled 2 weeks. first there was camp, then there was orientation and now, today, is my last day of work! woo hoo! haha. tomorrow school starts and the hours are mad. we start at 10am in the morning, up all the way till 9.30pm. but! tuesday there's no school! hooray for that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;camp ealges was fun! although i came home with lotsa muscle aches, i still would be the first to sign up, if there were to be a 'round 2!' haha. there were so many games and there really was no dull moment. believe me. there wasn't.&lt;br /&gt;there were times when we felt dejected(playing games that required bouncy balls eg, ping pongs, and the rubber bouncy balls, tennis balls.. yadda yadda).&lt;br /&gt;there were also times when we were soaked to the bone marrow.&lt;br /&gt;there were times when i embarressed myself in front of i dunno how many pple for a game.&lt;br /&gt;there were times when we were very tired, we could fall asleep in the shower.&lt;br /&gt;there were times when we had great great laughs.&lt;br /&gt;and there were times when we were caught and made our adreline pump(we sneaked up to the guys dorm level to see if the wre sleeping... and we got caught... only to find out that the 'catcher' walked slowly up to us and ask us if we wanted to play cards.-_-'' haha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. then there was orientation. i didn't really actually get to meet my class until the second day, cos the first day, i was busy doing the class directory for them(collect information, more information and even more information.) haha. i got to know them on the second and third day though.. they are really a fun fun fun FUN bunch! even though at times my partner had to go off early for some other stuff, i still enjoyed myself! i have to say that the second day. there was confusion at the end, and i dismissed them and then later told them they are not dissmissed, then i did it again... i wonder if they thought i was mad... hahaha. i hope not though. a fun bunch. i'm really going to miss them! but it's not like i wont see them.. our paths will cross... the world is a small place, singapore is smaller, and school is even smaller. at the end of it, i escaped with a sore throat(luckily didn't loose my voice), and a great need for sleeeeeep! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup, and now today is my last day of work, i start at 2.30pm..&lt;br /&gt;some photos first? here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6652/1614/320/100_1498.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;this photo... we risked our butts for it! haha. sneak up to the guys dorm and put my hand in the air, and SNAP! haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6652/1614/320/100_1557.jpg" border="0" /&gt;after the hectic ushering... and the freshies are watching a concert, me and shumin dance in front of the camera:) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6652/1614/320/100_1616.jpg" border="0" /&gt;one of the orientation games... squeeze the watermelon juice! haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6652/1614/320/DSC01712.jpg" border="0" /&gt;most of the OGLs on the last day after the de-breif. group shot! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6652/1614/320/100_1639.jpg" border="0" /&gt;the woman OGLs! yeah! only a handful... quite sad actually...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;diana and me(sunglassed not mine, and i'm not diging my nose... i'm covering my nostril sized pimple, tat the sunglasses owner KEEPS reminding me of. hahah!) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6652/1614/320/DSC01710.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ok that's it! till the next time when i have even a little bitty bit of mood to blog... byee!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16886615-114516472368400139?l=trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com/feeds/114516472368400139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16886615&amp;postID=114516472368400139&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16886615/posts/default/114516472368400139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16886615/posts/default/114516472368400139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com/2006/04/eeee-havnt-blogged-in-decades-oh-well.html' title=''/><author><name>annoneemous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07248419899623440858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16886615.post-114397752888681542</id><published>2006-04-02T19:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T19:32:08.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i had a hair cut today. i think i definately look like a toot! hahah.. must be the fringe.. yup, gotta be the fringe, cos that's the only major visible change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while i was on the train home, an aunty came on board at toa payoh with probably what seemed to be all her khakis. she pushed her way into the middle of the train, and it was quite obvious that she didn't do that to be considerate... it seemed more for the purpose of having a good view of to-be empty seats. then, finally, at the next stop(braddell), someone got up to leave. i was the only one inbetween the empty seat and her. so what did she do? she pushed her way through like how some auntys have the tendancy to do.. ok, so it isn't such a rare sight to see.. but what made it so amusing is the way she pushed her way through. you see, ordinarily, these auntys would use their bodies to nudge and shove around. She, on the other hand, fully stretched out her arms, with her palms pressed together(like how a swimmer does the breast stroke), and made her way through between me and the pole i was holding on to. one hit KO! what brute strength! haha. instead of finding it irritating, i actually found it semi amusing... but what was even more amusing iis the fact that her journey was only 3 stops i think, cos she got down at ang mo kio, which means she only sat down for 2 stops. oh well, the aunty antics. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the weather was semi good, cos the rain had just stopped, so i walked home from the station.and, my sandals almost gave way, cos i tripped on the curb. almost gave way, i emphasise. i need to get new sandals, but it's hard to find nice ones for fleet feet people. that's sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16886615-114397752888681542?l=trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com/feeds/114397752888681542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16886615&amp;postID=114397752888681542&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16886615/posts/default/114397752888681542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16886615/posts/default/114397752888681542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-had-hair-cut-today.html' title=''/><author><name>annoneemous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07248419899623440858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16886615.post-114345852139645848</id><published>2006-03-27T18:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T19:24:11.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>malaysia</title><content type='html'>Malaysia. i went there from the 25-27 of March. yup. it was quite fun. Actually we went there for cheng meng, to pay respects to my late grandfather. it was rather interesting, cos everything they did there, theree was a symbolic meaning behind i.. not that i can remember now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left at 6.30 am in the morning for Ipoh from Petaling Jaya. The journey was 'interesting' to a certain extent..haha. When we reached there, we had what my cousins call, delicious wanton mee, for breakfast. okok.. the wanton mee was delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was raining all the way since we got out of bed at 5 am all the way till we reached the grave at like 10 am? and when we reached there, we had to wait for my other uncle and cousins to come. but.. we (the cousins)were so excited to have reached that we almost immediately climbed the hill, only to stand there, in the rain, for a good 20 minutes and realise that we had to wait for them. My cousin, Shwu Ching and i were left to stand in the rain(with umbrellas of course,) while the others squeezed in the car for shelter. I wouldn't say it was unfair, cos we walked so slowly to the car(share umbrella + there were alot of steps to go down), and by the time we were there, everyone was a comfortable, and the only thing my dad did was hand us another umbrella, so we didn't need to share. Thanks! haahaa. They started driving around, and we decided not to follow... blah blah blah.. when we decided we had enough of the rain, we went down yet another hill to join them blah blah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ceremony started and ended, don't know how to describe it, cos i was too bust holding umbrellaS and helping to carrry stuff.. we went to one of my aunts house and we had The delicious Ipoh white coffee. yum yum yum! we ate lunch, played cards and that was it. we left at 2pm. reached 'home', took showers,and went out 'shopping' at 1utama. i bought a pair of earrings at RM3.90 and a pair of sunglasses at RM25.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those are the major things that we did during the short stay(cos my bro and sis need to go to school).. considering the fact that we were on the road most of the time(including getting lost on our way there, while trying to take a shortcut. haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes! one more thing! while we were traveling there, i saw on the pillars, out in the open, almost in the middle of the freeway, a message. it read "Say NO to PORN". That was so incredibally weeird!! i couldn't help but to laugh. in singapore it's like "say NO to DRUGS" or maybe(once i saw in the beting stalls) "don't gamble with STDs, use a condom". The world is getting weirder and weirder, and i guess, singapore is NOT an exception. hahaaaaa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16886615-114345852139645848?l=trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com/feeds/114345852139645848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16886615&amp;postID=114345852139645848&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16886615/posts/default/114345852139645848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16886615/posts/default/114345852139645848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com/2006/03/malaysia.html' title='malaysia'/><author><name>annoneemous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07248419899623440858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16886615.post-114312884593665285</id><published>2006-03-23T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T23:47:25.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>revamped</title><content type='html'>Hello! see a big change ya? haha.. i just revamped my blog.. i think this one looks better (which is why i changed it..). one of the only things tat remained the same is the colour..Green!  okok.. i have to damit. i dodn't find this skin myself. someone found it for me.. i'm a lazy ikan billis backside.. but! it did take me a long time to do all the changes and everything, so there's my consolation! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going to malaysia from saturday to monday, and to work tomorrow, so not much blogging time for the rest of the week. so.. till whenever! haha :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16886615-114312884593665285?l=trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com/feeds/114312884593665285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16886615&amp;postID=114312884593665285&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16886615/posts/default/114312884593665285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16886615/posts/default/114312884593665285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com/2006/03/revamped_23.html' title='revamped'/><author><name>annoneemous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07248419899623440858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16886615.post-114285507459817277</id><published>2006-03-20T19:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T20:27:42.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went to East Coast Park.&lt;br /&gt;with sarah jean chee&lt;br /&gt;cycled for 2 hours-&lt;br /&gt;- paid for an hour got another free :D&lt;br /&gt;cycled everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;none of us fell down&lt;br /&gt;though i almost crasshed into her&lt;br /&gt;cos i was looking somewhere else.&lt;br /&gt;talked about everything under the sun.&lt;br /&gt;Literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;""    She kissed our shoulders,&lt;br /&gt;       and our noses,  &lt;br /&gt;      her red lipstick,&lt;br /&gt;     so everlasting&lt;br /&gt;    and unforgetable.&lt;br /&gt;   we've been sun-kissed. ""&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Parkway to makan&lt;br /&gt;had Yoshinoya&lt;br /&gt;Chilled at coffee bean&lt;br /&gt;bought sweets from Marks and Spencers&lt;br /&gt;for my li'll sis.&lt;br /&gt;walked around till&lt;br /&gt;miss chee needed to go home&lt;br /&gt;took bus home with her&lt;br /&gt;what can i say? i love her.&lt;br /&gt;haha. but i'm no &lt;em&gt;Les&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;at least not that i know..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16886615-114285507459817277?l=trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com/feeds/114285507459817277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16886615&amp;postID=114285507459817277&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16886615/posts/default/114285507459817277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16886615/posts/default/114285507459817277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com/2006/03/went-to-east-coast-park.html' title=''/><author><name>annoneemous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07248419899623440858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16886615.post-114279196959490141</id><published>2006-03-19T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T23:41:07.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>work-ed&lt;br /&gt;the whole day (12-4 / 6-10.30)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lunch shift-&lt;br /&gt;- was blah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The break-&lt;br /&gt;- was fantastic&lt;br /&gt;had chicken rice, and i owe Ken $2.50&lt;br /&gt;had slurpee. shared with Qiong hua&lt;br /&gt;mixed coke, green apple and orange slurpee together&lt;br /&gt;not bad.&lt;br /&gt;not bad at all. haha&lt;br /&gt;person xxxxxx was carrying drinks down&lt;br /&gt;to top up the fridge&lt;br /&gt;and gave us a free can each! haha&lt;br /&gt;the same person xxxxxx was going to scoop ice cream&lt;br /&gt;cos the fridge down stairs was screwed&lt;br /&gt;we got free scoops too. matchaa and yuzu&lt;br /&gt;she went to sleep for the remaining hour&lt;br /&gt;i went to call miss chee to arrange tomorrow's outing&lt;br /&gt;to East Coast Park&lt;br /&gt;~name sensored.. for job security. haha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dinner shift-&lt;br /&gt;- i ran around like a mad dog- with raibeese? haha&lt;br /&gt;BUSY. real busy&lt;br /&gt;got repremanded&lt;br /&gt;cos i forgot there was a 'today's special's' board&lt;br /&gt;...that is hardly changed daily...&lt;br /&gt;and a customer complained..&lt;br /&gt;my rebutal?&lt;br /&gt;'i was busy' i really was.&lt;br /&gt;i had better things to remember,&lt;br /&gt;like what i needed to key in and what to get&lt;br /&gt;oh well&lt;br /&gt;at the end,&lt;br /&gt;had great laughs&lt;br /&gt;played with Her and person xxxxxx&lt;br /&gt;sssomeone has a mini obsession with backsides&lt;br /&gt;she says i have an ikan billis backside..&lt;br /&gt;.. apparently cos i like to eat ikan billis... haha&lt;br /&gt;she pinched my butt so hard&lt;br /&gt;cos i purposely refused to move out of her way&lt;br /&gt;we played outside,&lt;br /&gt;but where the customers inside could see.&lt;br /&gt;but it didn't cross our minds&lt;br /&gt;only realised when the people eating inside(only 1 table left.. closing time),&lt;br /&gt;were staring&lt;br /&gt;in shock&lt;br /&gt;laughed quietly to myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end-&lt;br /&gt;- pooped out&lt;br /&gt;enjoyed myself?&lt;br /&gt;well..&lt;br /&gt;YES!&lt;br /&gt;especially since&lt;br /&gt;aunty roast chicken&lt;br /&gt;did not work today.&lt;br /&gt;Hipp Hipp HoooRRay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happens in my lfe seems so trivial. bored.&lt;br /&gt;my shelves are finally done,&lt;br /&gt;i can 'Un- war zone' my half of the room noW&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16886615-114279196959490141?l=trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com/feeds/114279196959490141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16886615&amp;postID=114279196959490141&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16886615/posts/default/114279196959490141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16886615/posts/default/114279196959490141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com/2006/03/work-ed-whole-day-12-4-6-10.html' title=''/><author><name>annoneemous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07248419899623440858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16886615.post-114248893390003879</id><published>2006-03-16T13:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T14:02:13.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>redo room</title><content type='html'>Important announcement!! MY COMPUTER IS HOME!! yes! hahah now i can blog and go on MSN freely. finally. ok.. so some ok the information and my precious pictures have gone missing.. cos the entire hard disk was changed... and the compter has virtually NO immune system(no anti virus).. yet, but, at least i have something to use right? instead of rotting at home.. doing nothing... ahahaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one whole day was spent like installing everything back, like MSN, the internet modem and yadda yadda yadda.. and i still havn't finished. I mean, the com came back in the midst of re-doing my room! so presently, my room looks like a war zone. i got all the shelves already.. but i need to varnish them before i put stuff on it, so yup.. everything's everywhere and when i say everywhere, i really mean everywhere. so far, i've thrown out one entire garbage bag(the big black one..) full of stuff.. i'm on my second... come to think of it, i don't really know what i threw away... rubbish? haha.. hmm... i think they're mainly stuff like bank statements, junk that i have no idea why i kept in the first place.... and so on..  i also found alot of precious precious PRECIOUS stuff!! for example... hmm.. you know the plastic 'name band' that patients have around their arms when they are admitted to hospital?.. the same ones that are immediately put on babies when they are born, saying who their mum's are? i found that. yup. it's as ancient as ME! imagine! my arm had a 5 cm circumference then! haha inbelieveable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;better get back to clering all the debris.. if not my dad is going to start complaining again... he started since the first day i started the 'rooom mini makeover', which was 2 days ago... so today is the third day...hope to finish it by tomorrow, cos i always do it halfway, then go out.. hahaha.. including today. chaos! ahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16886615-114248893390003879?l=trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com/feeds/114248893390003879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16886615&amp;postID=114248893390003879&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16886615/posts/default/114248893390003879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16886615/posts/default/114248893390003879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com/2006/03/redo-room.html' title='redo room'/><author><name>annoneemous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07248419899623440858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16886615.post-114111706788017500</id><published>2006-02-28T16:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T21:50:36.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>itchy face</title><content type='html'>Just came back from school, or thomson plaza in fact. haha. here's my day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to school at about 10 plus, though my exam started only at 12.30pm. why? welll, cos i didn't manage to study at home yesterday. the concentration wasn't there at all. aaaand... cos i needed to use the computer in the hub(my computer that i use is SPOILT!haha). needed to do the CMS MCQ thing. my only hopee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the paper, i went to find Ashley who was sitting in school STUDYING!! hahaha or at least trying too.. hehehe go disturb her. not good to keep studting. hahaha. ok that was quite mean, but actually she also didn't feel like studying, so i bought her some food too! hahaha. yack and yack till like 2.45pm, then i decided to go.... to wheree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to thomson plaza! hahaha. yup. i volunteered to help my mum buy the fat cat's food and litter. haha. 1kg of science diet food in one hand and 2kg of cats pride litter in the other for the proud fat forever-in-dreamland cat called smoky. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was really hot while i was waiting for the bus, and while i was walking home from the bus stop it was even hotter. SWEAT! what's worse, my face started itching again! it''s been itching since yesterday. here's the story, though i'm not too sure the cause of it yet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the story of the (yester)day:&lt;br /&gt;i had dinner yesterday.. as usual, just thad my daddy decided to cook something extra yummy.. don't know what he put inside, cos he wouldn't tell me. i only started itching when i was watching desperate housewives. itchy! by the time i was watching grey's anatomy(which is the show after desperate housewives), my sister realised that half my face was swollen... okok maybe partly cos i was scratching.. but i was really freaked out by it. started panicing.. i mean, i have to go for an exam tomorrow! and half of my face looked like a bee's hive. so i decided to put ice. the feeling of having an icepack pressed against your face, while watching tv... and later trying to study is quite wrong, esp when trying to study. your brain literally freezes up. haha. since i was freezing by brains, i decided to sleep, no use studying. yup. and that is the story of the itch, which is still itchy. calamine lotion!!!!!!! yoo hooo!! where are you?? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes!!! one more thing i MUST add!! today, while i was taking my 1212 exam, i saw pple cheating. they were the people to my direct left, and the person in front. the girl kept whispering to the guy in front for the answers, but the guy was a little reluctant to give her them.. and why should he?? it's quite interesting how no one else seemed to notice, even though it was quite so very obvious. i decided to stare at them in amazement. haha yes, it was obvious that i was staring at them, but she couldn't be bothered. soon, the guy decided to leave. oh well. haha. weird why people want to cheat during exams, i mean, the penalty for cheating in one exam is repeating all the moduldes taken during the semester.haha okok. i understand cheating in quizzes and tests.. cos i was very very very very guilty of doing that when i was in secondary school.. for none other that the chinese subject. hahah i cheat just to make the teacher happy when she mark my paper. but in the exam? haha. last time i remember getting 23/100 for a chinese exam. haha. oh well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just found out... BAD NEWS... my mum just told me horrifying news.. you know how my computer is spoilt? well, i'm blogging from my sister's com at home... and my mum brought the com back to the school's lab tech to get it fixed. turns out that... the computer may be needed to be reformatted or something... not sure what she was talking about but what i remember clearly was that:"There is a 50 50 chance that all the information stored in the computer will be lost!" AHHH!!!!!! all my precious preciouc precious pictures!! g-o-n-e!!! ahhh!!!.. ookk.. i still have some in the camera.. but that's only SOME! misery!! ahhhh!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16886615-114111706788017500?l=trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com/feeds/114111706788017500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16886615&amp;postID=114111706788017500&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16886615/posts/default/114111706788017500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16886615/posts/default/114111706788017500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com/2006/02/itchy-face.html' title='itchy face'/><author><name>annoneemous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07248419899623440858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16886615.post-114093406978218525</id><published>2006-02-26T13:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T14:07:49.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went job hunting today. found a job at the 'Sun with Moon' japanese resturaunt in wheelock place. but, i don't want the job. i only applied cos cheryl, who wants a job badly, wouldn't apply if i didn't. i mean, i quit sushi tei cos i want a change of work environment... and hoping from japanese resteraunt to japanese resturaunt won't give me much change of environment.. sigh. i start work on friday. 11am. i have till then to call them up and tell them that i don't want to work there.. though one of my ex-sushi tei friend is working there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some people have tried talking me back into not quitting sushi tei(i told a few pple that i quit already... but i havn't told the management. haha).. but i'm still stubborn to go back. there's no 'oomph' anymore. but if i work in the japanese resturaunt, then i might as well work in sushi tei right? logical? siiiiiiigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to work in a pet shop, or the zoo.. does anyone know if they're hiring? haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually, i wouldn't work if i didn't want to buy so many stuff.. i want to buy a bag from new urban male.. $149.50. so EX!! but i really like it. caught my eye from the very first time my eyes glaned upon it till now. hahahaaa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16886615-114093406978218525?l=trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com/feeds/114093406978218525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16886615&amp;postID=114093406978218525&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16886615/posts/default/114093406978218525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16886615/posts/default/114093406978218525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com/2006/02/went-job-hunting-today.html' title=''/><author><name>annoneemous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07248419899623440858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16886615.post-114053736078021848</id><published>2006-02-21T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T23:56:00.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Not having an A maths background really sucks. it seems like everything we are learning(differentiation and integration), most of the pple in my class know already, cos they took A maths back in sec school. drat. haha. so the four of us in my class who didn't, including me, have to work extra hard while others take it easy... sigh. MRS WONG!! why didn't you let us take A maths!(Mrs Wong is my secondary school maths teacher and HOD for maths too..). oh well. maths is getting boring.. haha... it's so... mathemathical? hehe. obviously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got a huge mosquito bite in my ear. hurts. i think i got it while i was sleeping.. cos yesterday night, the mosquito kept wispering 'sweet nothings' in my ear... so when i fell asleep finally, it decided to make sure i remembered it, by 'kissing' me. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't feel like doing maths anymore today.&lt;br /&gt;going out tomorrow. so no maths tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;the next day is the maths exam that will make or break my marks. all the best to me. i don't want to repeat the module!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keep doodling with crayons today. haha i was clearing my table and stuffs today, then i stumbled on my crayola set of 96 crayons.. woah! talk about that big fat smile tey put on my face when i saw them! haha. i put them aside for the moment, and after i finished my mini cleanup, i started to play with them. doodle! hehe. seriously relived childhood *Ahh... the good times. the days of young!* haha. makes me sound like a granny going through second childhood now... but.. seriously, am i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i found my coffee-bean polo Tee.. yup. i worked there for 1 day only, didn't return the shirt to them, but i did return all the other stuff like the apron and cap. the Tee's kinda wasted, cos it's not like i cn wear it out of the house or anything, it's soooo recognisable! haha.. i still have the name tag too, but i quit before they could print my name on it, so it just says 'Team Member', and that's it. the space left for the name is empty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16886615-114053736078021848?l=trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com/feeds/114053736078021848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16886615&amp;postID=114053736078021848&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16886615/posts/default/114053736078021848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16886615/posts/default/114053736078021848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com/2006/02/not-having-a-maths-background-really.html' title=''/><author><name>annoneemous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07248419899623440858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16886615.post-114034569097994878</id><published>2006-02-19T18:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T20:21:37.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>aunty roast chicken. haha</title><content type='html'>i went to work today, and for all i know, it may be the last time i will actually ever work there. haha. the sian-ness is extermely great, and for no reason what so ever, aunty 'brathanchen' keeps scolding me! so i didn't dare to go in the kitchen... everything i needed to order, i passed to qiong hua cos se was the runner.. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok... the first time she started scolded me today, was cos i asked her to make sushi that was circulating on the belt.. fair enough.. my fault... i didn't see it. the subsequent times, she just scream at me when ever i talk to her, even if i were 10000000% sure the sushi was not on the belt. when the customer wanted freshly made sushi she would also make a big fuss about it, and literally glare at me, as if i were her arch enemy! after a while i got sick of being her punching bag, so i didn't go in anymore, i asked various pple to help me order. what is wrong with her? she has been like PMSing since the first day i worked there(12 january 2005-&gt;work for over a year already! so long! haha). Permanent PMS man! GGGrrrrrrrrrrrr..... haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well.. i may never see her again... that is if i choose not to work anymore... i've got a week to decide, cos i'm not going to work next week. for all those clueless people out there, aunty 'brathanchen' is actually aunty sow chee, the sushi aunty, who has been there since i before i started working. but why brathanchen? cos 'sowchee' sounds like 'sao qi' in chinese, which means roast chicken, and roast chicken in german is brathanchen.... hahha... her nickname comes a loooong way!hahahaha.. i can't believe i thought of that in irritation today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no use getting high blood pressure over her, she can get high blood pressure over me all she wants, i don't care. she's not going to ruin the rest of my day! ahahaaa. feel much better now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got a good 'work out' today.. in a way, cos i volunteered to do opening for the tatami area upstairs.. and it so happened that alot of things that were supposed to be done, were not cos apparently yesterday night there were alot of customers.. so, more for me to do! haha... run here jog there... haha. had to keep kneelig and getting back up too, cos the tatami tables are closer to the 'ground'. oh well. haha. exercise!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16886615-114034569097994878?l=trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com/feeds/114034569097994878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16886615&amp;postID=114034569097994878&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16886615/posts/default/114034569097994878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16886615/posts/default/114034569097994878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com/2006/02/aunty-roast-chicken-haha.html' title='aunty roast chicken. haha'/><author><name>annoneemous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07248419899623440858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16886615.post-114019419866248177</id><published>2006-02-17T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T00:36:42.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Decided to blog.&lt;br /&gt;i found out today that i was nominated to become an OGL.. something new to me, and i'm feeling quite excited. haha the camp is on the 3-5 of april.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a molecular test today. the final one, so i will never see the paper again.. ahaha... i more or less started studying in the morning... i woke up at like 8.20... and only started studying at about 9am.. the test was at 12 noon... so.. yeap. hahah. i didn't manage to finish the topics covered.. and as usual, i was the last one to leave the test room... it's always me... maybe cos i'm a slow thinker. i hope i get an A for the overall grade, though i partly don't deserve it... haha. so presently, German, Biomaterials and Molecular can be forgotten cos the tests are over. the C++ project thet made lots of my hai fall out is posponed to friday.. so it's still on my mind.. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to work today and really felt very sian, so i told kelvyn the captain(i think. haha) that i will quit by the start of april... very long notice. He told me not to tell any of the part timers cos he was afraid that they will start quitting too.. haha i found it quite funny. what's more ironic, is that later, one of my friends(also part timer) told me that she told him that this will be her last month working, and another said she is seriously considering quitting too... that makes 3 of us! hahaha. it's like so coincidental that 3 of us want to quit at the same time and told them on the same day.. haha. oh well... like we boycott sushi tei like that *to Felicia and Qiong Hua.. i will seriously miss you guys.. we shall go out one day*(thay are not the pple quitting mentioned above)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many things happening to me these few days. it's complicated. the more i want to do something about them, the more hessitant i become. why? what's wrong? i miss my best buddies Sarah and Cheryl... meeting them on thursday after the maths paper.. their last paper is on the 23(thurs)... and my first paper is on that day! haha...cannot ta han already.. must see them... haha... not that i would use the time that i used to go out with them to study... haha. the last time we went out for dinner, i ended up getting high.... hahaha. ooh well.. i seem to be a very last minute person nowadays. haha. slakcking has claimed the top spot in the things i do everyday... next to sleeping.. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going for dental tomorrow.... which is actually later today(at 11 am)... cos the time now is 12.22am. haha. going with pam. and her mum is also going for dental too! i'll be having lunch with both of them...&lt;br /&gt;i'm still not really used to having lunch with my friend's parents, though i've done that a few times already(with other friend's mums too... haha) weeeeird. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;w h a t    w i l l    t o m o r r o w    b r i n g ?             &lt;br /&gt;b u t     f o r    w h a t    i t ' s    w o r t h ,     i ' m    g o i n g      t o    e m b r a c e    i t !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16886615-114019419866248177?l=trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com/feeds/114019419866248177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16886615&amp;postID=114019419866248177&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16886615/posts/default/114019419866248177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16886615/posts/default/114019419866248177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com/2006/02/decided-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>annoneemous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07248419899623440858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16886615.post-113972991376495050</id><published>2006-02-12T15:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T15:38:33.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woah. havn't blogged in a really log time.. hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i almost lost my thumbdrive, cos i left it in the medical hub, and forgot to pull it out before i left. luckily some people from class 2 took it.. just in case some other people came and took it which would have been even worse. (Yes, it is returned to me now.. phew). when i found out that i didn't have it with me, and i couldn't find it, i started to panic. seriously. i mean, that thumb has alot of important information.. pictures and blah blah. most importantly, my C++ project, which i had almost finished then, was inside... and that is my only copy. hahaha. risky, but true. i think if i had really lost my thumbdrive, i would just tell miss suneetha that i lost it and i don't feel like doing it over again.(for those who know, doing C++ is extremely sian and irritating.. especially when you took days to do it). oh well... it's with me now.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to dental this saturday. yes, the last time i went there she told me that the next time i go back(which is the coming saturday), she'll just neaten everything up, and do some final touches... and the next time i come back, i can take out my braces. i cannot put into words how happy i was when i heard that. presently, i have 3 humongous mouth ulcers. thanks to a certain Mx ZxQxxx. she always curse me to have ulcer. the first time she curse me, i had one, the second time, i had 2... now the third time she curse me, i had 5 small ones... which now has merged to form 3 big ulcers.... *THANKS!!*. hahah.. oh well... i know it wasn't intentional, cos we are always crapping with each other, and you know... the slip of the tongue... hahaha.. but her slip of the tongue has caused me to not be able to talk properly and have angelina jolie- shu chee lips... maybe even more swollen. hahaha. misery. oh well. it's going to be the 2 year anniversary of wearing braces soon... in march. i think i put it on on the 27th of march... so it seems like i would be wearing it for exactly 2 years.. haha. i hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lots of tests this week.. but i feel so lazy. i've got no sense of urgency to do any thing these days. what's wrong? i really don't feel like working... but i have to.. one thing for sure, is that i will quit by the time the next semester starts... i know i keep saying i will quit, but don't, but i think this time it is for sure. if i don't quit by then, then... hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These few days have been weird..?? i don't know. it's been interesting and odd at the same time. i don't know what to do. oh well. chaos. till next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16886615-113972991376495050?l=trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com/feeds/113972991376495050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16886615&amp;postID=113972991376495050&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16886615/posts/default/113972991376495050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16886615/posts/default/113972991376495050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com/2006/02/woah.html' title=''/><author><name>annoneemous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07248419899623440858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16886615.post-113792586952177691</id><published>2006-01-22T18:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T18:31:09.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>B&amp;J's</title><content type='html'>i got a free ben and jerry's ice cream today! yay! haaha... weell.. this is how i got it.. i was walking to my holland village bus stop after buying bread to eat from the provence bakery after work.. so i had to pass by HSBC bank. i saw some people standing oputside like asking people to do some survey thinhgy or something... so i tried to avoid them, but they still approached my while i was happily munching on my freshly baked bun. the first thing that i heard them say was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;them: "Hello, are you interested in having a free ice cream?"&lt;br /&gt;my thoughts: "is there a catch?... any way, what type of ice cream?"&lt;br /&gt;them again, after my paused silence, looking dunbfounded: "if you fill out your particulars here you'll get a free ice cream"&lt;br /&gt;they showed me the paper, i only needed to fill up my name, number, e-mail, and IC number i think.. but what caught my eye was the words "BEN AND JERRY'S". hahahaaa the moment i saw those 3 words i was like... of course i want la! you should have said earlier!(but of course i didn't say that)&lt;br /&gt;so my first words to them was"ok i guess", with a very indifferent tone, so i don't sound too greedy... but in actual fact, i am very greedy(and i was trying to suppress my smile i had from ear to ear). hahahaa. so just like that, i got my free ice cream. the flavour i was given was "berry nice"... never tried it before.. i wonder if it is really berry nice.. eat it later. ahaha *happiness*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still havn't studied for my molecular test tomorrow... been preoccupied with various things lately... like going out, work and blah blah blah. and yes, i have decided. i will stop sushi tei-ing good bye by the end of my coming holidays, means i will quit before the next semester starts. if i don't, then someone, please shoot me!i've beeen procrastinating for too long already. it's always &amp;amp;%#^ money's fault. no wonder there are wars. hhahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16886615-113792586952177691?l=trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com/feeds/113792586952177691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16886615&amp;postID=113792586952177691&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16886615/posts/default/113792586952177691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16886615/posts/default/113792586952177691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com/2006/01/bjs.html' title='B&amp;J&apos;s'/><author><name>annoneemous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07248419899623440858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16886615.post-113781764535926466</id><published>2006-01-21T12:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T12:27:25.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! Today I went to work at 10-3pm… but… I was actually scheduled to work at 6-10.30. I mean how would I know?&lt;br /&gt;I wrote on the schedule book that I wanted to work from 10-3. he didn't ask me if I could work at night instead… I mean, what if I wasn't free at night and he simply just put me at night? I'm irritated.. cos I had to go all the way home(1 hour away)… and I had to cancel the outing I was going to have with my friend in the afternoon after work.. I feel very irritated now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, from now on, I'm just going to give 2 days of work. Friday 6-10.30 and Saturday 10-3. if he doesn't want to give me that slot, then tooooo bad for him. I really want to quit. Now more than ever(but not cos of today's incident. haha). I'm getting really bored.. and him always pushing us to give at least 3 days a week is too much. I mean, I have a life, I go to school, I go out with my friends.. and yadda yadda yadda. The only reason I'm working is so that when I start learning to driving, I wouldn't become completely bankrupt. Why is it always about money? Money does not make the world go spherical!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very irritated with myself. I guess it's partly my fault… but also partly his fault. I should have checked and he should have informed me. Gotta go to work again later at 6pm… so so so so so SIAN! -_-!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16886615-113781764535926466?l=trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com/feeds/113781764535926466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16886615&amp;postID=113781764535926466&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16886615/posts/default/113781764535926466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16886615/posts/default/113781764535926466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com/2006/01/aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh-today-i.html' title=''/><author><name>annoneemous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07248419899623440858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16886615.post-113767300628013491</id><published>2006-01-19T19:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T20:30:46.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>balllooon balloon</title><content type='html'>today is open house day. i went to help out... and we gave out balloons! i took one baloon back to class with me and in between lessons, i decided to breathe in the helium and... when i spoke it was all squeaky. hahaaaa.. it sounded very very funny. hahaaaa. i wanted to do it again, but while we were walking from class to class, it loosened itself from the string, and it flew away. ahh!! hahaaaaa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really wanted to do it again.. so i asked zi qing(who ponn-ed the previous lecture along with 3/4 of the class... i was a good girl haha) to see if she could get me another balloon.. i thought she would get me a normal helium balloon that i had previously.but... she stole this blue star balloon(yes, the girl who is a NPCC Cadet Inspector.. STOLE it for me.. touched. haha)... i have a picture! yay~ i'm happily sitting alone in the first row with my helium-y blue balloon and the person who helped me to steal the balloon bahind me... thanks! hahaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6652/1614/320/100_1184.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The balloon's steal appeal is very high.. haha.. after the last lesson of the day, i was packing my things, and as usual the guys in my class are the first to head to the door.. so i thought they left(i was facing away from the door). [we were using the conference room(S477 i think) cos the normal freezer S474 was under going air con repair(haha that's what happens when you freeze the students!)].&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6652/1614/320/100_1181.jpg" border="0" /&gt;.. but.. apparently... Mr Wilson Wan and Mr Khairul Jalani didn't. haha. wilson "crept" behind me to where i tied the balloon to a chair and tried to steal it.. but i didn't know. and kairul was supposed to distract me... but he didn't cos he was talking on the phone.. so... plans foiled! HAHAAhaha. and later when we went downstairs, some of them tried to let it into the air and see if i can catch it. lucky they didn't. haha.. the balloons really made the day fun. haaha. laughed most of the day when i was playing with it. Childish? well~ if it makes me happy, i don't care! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;anyway, after school, i helped to collect some course info for qiong hua... for the IT courses. after that, i went to get heena drawn on my hand. a indian guy did it.... and it only took 3 minutes, and it's so so so nice! i'm impressed! &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6652/1614/320/100_1191.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16886615-113767300628013491?l=trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com/feeds/113767300628013491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16886615&amp;postID=113767300628013491&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16886615/posts/default/113767300628013491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16886615/posts/default/113767300628013491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com/2006/01/balllooon-balloon.html' title='balllooon balloon'/><author><name>annoneemous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07248419899623440858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16886615.post-113721670315655173</id><published>2006-01-14T12:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T14:11:34.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i had my 1212(manufacturing technology) test today. it was easy. too bad for me.. cos i didn't really study. i only started studing on the morning of the test itself. haha.. not much time for memorising 50 pages worth of notes. oh well. i think i can pass at least. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what was i doing the day before the test? well, i tried to study for it in the afternoon... but to no avail, cos i didn't feel that there was a sense of urgency. so i was daydreaming most of the time. yes. i was wishing i was superman with a bright coloured cape, so i can go wherever i wantand then come back in literally no time at all. haha. in the evening, which i usually consider prime studying time, i went out to meet my primary school friend. she came back for a trip to singapore(she migrated to new zealand in primary 4). i havn't really talked to her in a long time... so honestly speaking, it was a little akward... but after a while it got better. i think the last time i met her was 2 years ago. haha. anyway, we got a picture taken. and here it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6652/1614/320/100_1134.jpg" border="0" /&gt;After the test, i went out with wan chee before she went to work(at 4 pm) and i was left to wonder in orchard alone. oh well. i was going to meet cheryl for dinner at 7pm, so i didn't want to go home. haha. walked around.. and found out that Zara had sales. but it seems like it had been going on for a long time.. cos lots of shelves were empty. didn't buy anything. my family isn't one of those who buys new year clothes... i wish we did though. haha.. but my parents will go broke if we do. imagine! at least $200 per person! times 6... haha.. need i continue?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i saw a bag at 'new urban male'. looks nice. the price is also very nice $149. stunned! haha oh well. i like that shop.... the stuffs are so nice... but i will always leve without anything cos the prices are even nicer! hahaahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6652/1614/320/100_1129.jpg" border="0" /&gt;i saw my cat in a fat pose again. haha i just can't stop taking pictures of her fattness. haha am i obsessed? but... SHE REALLY IS FAT!! it's undeniable! haha. she's my... nude plus plus plus sized model. haha. and this is her with her tongue sticking out. she really looks idiotic. she kept it sticking out for like 1 whole minute.. didn't manage to capture a good picture. but here it is: &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6652/1614/320/100_1135.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;disclaimer: cats are CRAZY they can make you go schizo(split personality). if one day, you feel that i am not being myself, then you can saftely assume that my cat has caused this. haha that's why cats are crazy. they have so much crazy stored in them that it can spread. haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16886615-113721670315655173?l=trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com/feeds/113721670315655173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16886615&amp;postID=113721670315655173&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16886615/posts/default/113721670315655173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16886615/posts/default/113721670315655173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-had-my-1212manufacturing-technology.html' title=''/><author><name>annoneemous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07248419899623440858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16886615.post-113695830131928334</id><published>2006-01-11T15:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T13:45:01.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today is BBQ day. it rained.. in the afternoon. the clouds stopped crying buckets when it was time for the BBQ to start. thank god! meaning i didn't call qiong hua up and scream in the phone, like i said i would do, cos she hoped it would rain during the BBQ. ahaha. lucky her or me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. today was a busy day. i woke up, had my breakfast, went to NTUC with my mamma to get the stuff for the BBQ. came home, ate lunch, then immediately started preparing all the food. phew! when i was almost done, i realise it was allready 5.15pm. i was supposed to reach the place like at 5.45pm. and i can't be late, cos i have the food and the charcoal and everything! haha... i quickly went to have a bath, and rushed out of the house(my dad fetched me, so not too bad la). when i reached the pit, i remembered i forgot to take tongs and most importantly, the wire mesh to BBQ the food on! ahh!! hahaa.. so my papa had to come all the way back to pass it to me. oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got a couple of pictures so i'll let them speak yeah? haha here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="240" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6652/1614/320/100_1072.jpg" width="321" border="0" /&gt;the tables turned? the guys are cooking!! yay! time for us aunties to sit back and relax.. for the satay uncles are at work. haha. hurrry up! we're huungrrry!! haha &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6652/1614/320/100_1094.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ooh?? 5 minutes into the BBQ... and someone has already started on the marshmallows?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6652/1614/320/100_1070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;digging into the chocolate dip... and that's the second packet already! that was fast.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6652/1614/320/100_1095.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Change of shift! time for us to get smoke in our eyes and burnt thighs! the return of the satay aunties! beware!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6652/1614/320/100_1096.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Intruder alert! the cat keeps coming back for more. waiting... to stalk it's: not-alive, not-raw, but cooked prey. haha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6652/1614/320/100_1099.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Our mentor's little lady. she's so shy... just like me.. hahaaa. her name's Felicia Tan, and she's only primary 2. she's cute, and she's our official butter-er! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6652/1614/320/100_1083.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;this is all of us who came... except me and deedee who were the candid photographers, Neil who went off early, and Mr Tan and Miss Felicia Tan who have not arrived yet. ... hey! someone has TV anteners on his head! haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6652/1614/320/100_1112.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;sucking on our potong ice creams... bought from Prime supermarket.. just felt like eating ice cream. haha. suck suck. lick lick. yum yum! red bean and durian. i just melt for icecream!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh well. that's it for now. till next time!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16886615-113695830131928334?l=trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com/feeds/113695830131928334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16886615&amp;postID=113695830131928334&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16886615/posts/default/113695830131928334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16886615/posts/default/113695830131928334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com/2006/01/today-is-bbq-day.html' title=''/><author><name>annoneemous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07248419899623440858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16886615.post-113679250451253162</id><published>2006-01-09T14:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T15:41:44.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i feel lazy to blog. but i think i shall say a few words today. i went to work today. it's a sunday. and there was very few people dining in, so we were all very free. ok.. so at 3pm, i was very bored, and i noticed that there was no wasabi..so needed to make -_-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought if i volunteered to make it, it would be only 2 packets.. to my horror, i found out that the upstairs tatami supply was even lower than what we had downstairs, so in the end i had to make 4 packets. i made it in the upstairs kitchen. the wind was blowing the powder in my eyes. ouch! i couldn't stop crying!!(haha.. tearing). the tears flowed nonstop. it was horrible!haha i took 30 minutes to finish making it. you know what was the really ironic part? when i was tearing nonstop, the radio was tuned into some chinese music channel. they were playing some song with the chinese lyrics "wo bu yao ku le(i don't want to cry anymore)". diao!!!! i don't want to cry, but that's what i'm doing! hahahaa. i started laughing nonstop when i noticed it was playing. Ah yong the chef thought i was mad. haha. i think he is mad too.. cos when some of the super pungent wasabi powder got into his eyes, he'd open the big fridge and stick his face inside. he says it works.. i wonder. haha. the more i want to quit, the more interesting the people get. crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to IMM giant after work. i was drenched knees down. i was wearing jeans and my golas.&lt;br /&gt;bought prawns stingray lots of hotdogs and crabmeat for the BBQ on tuesday. heavy! somemore it was raining.. so i had to carry the 3kg bag on one hand and the brolly in the other. i walked to the station. my arm almost gaveway. hahah. i still need to buy more stuffs tomorrow. tatas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16886615-113679250451253162?l=trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com/feeds/113679250451253162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16886615&amp;postID=113679250451253162&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16886615/posts/default/113679250451253162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16886615/posts/default/113679250451253162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-feel-lazy-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>annoneemous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07248419899623440858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16886615.post-113636544622813532</id><published>2006-01-04T16:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T17:06:51.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>could i possibly feel more stupid!?!?!?!?!?!? huh? could i? Ahh!! what happened! today was such a bad day, dare i ask how it can get any worse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up at 8.20am today. g-r-e-a-T.. considering the fact that i have 2 tests today, and one of them so happens to start at 8.30! i literally jumped out of bed. crap. how in the world coud i have slept throuh the alarm? i've never slept through one in my 18.5 years of life! anyway, i reached school at like 8.45, and when the computer finally started up, it was about 8.50. (computer programming test). ok.. so i was late... what's worse is that i couldn't do the paper! i mean, i just woke up 30 minutes ago!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, i did take a cab to school... but i had to wait quite a long time for it to come. there were so many on the other side of the road.. so i crossed over. then suddenly, i noticed that now the cabs were on the other side of the road(yes, on the side of the road which i WAS on). if god was playing games with me, he doesn't have very good timing. when i did finally get a cab, it was a mercedes one... i wanted to ask him to drive faster.. but there was traffic, so i chose not to.... sigh... i left the house without taking a shower, washing my face and all the things i consider essential... including putting the rubberbands on my braces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any way, the maths test lifted my spirits by 1/2% only, cos i think i can just scrape through... compared to the thought of failing 2 tests in one day... sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have never felt so stupid in my whole life before(for at least of what i can remember). even when my chinese teachers scolded me every alternate day, telling me that my chinese was so bad, that every one was improving besides me and that if i can't speak chinese i don't have a future... i have never felt so useless. fustration has taken over me today. i hope it'll go away soon... i neeed chocolate and ice cream.. cos they are HAPPY FOOD! now i know why people drown all their sorrows in alcohol. i finally do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy days, please come and stay. don't ever go away! cos it'll be sad if i have to use handcuffs to keep happiness by my side. you're as important to me as water is to fish.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16886615-113636544622813532?l=trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com/feeds/113636544622813532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16886615&amp;postID=113636544622813532&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16886615/posts/default/113636544622813532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16886615/posts/default/113636544622813532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com/2006/01/could-i-possibly-feel-more-stupid-huh.html' title=''/><author><name>annoneemous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07248419899623440858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16886615.post-113617678857548769</id><published>2006-01-02T11:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T14:56:10.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 january 2006</title><content type='html'>Hello! first blog of the new year. i spent the first day of 2006... cleaning my room! AHH! it's become like a new year tradition. some of my other friends also cleaned their homes today.. weeird. i fould lots of little trinklets when i was cleaning my desk.. lost of loose change.. adds up to be about $5.. hmmm.... not too bad it's like i was "paid" for cleaning my desk... with my own long lost coins. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realised that i havn't used my camera in a long long time.. so i decided to take some pictures.. of my cleaned up room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6652/1614/320/100_0951.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a picture of my table after i cleaned it... still looks messy... cos i have so so so much little treasures collected over the years... (if i can see the surface of my table it's good enough. haha). this is where i use the computer(on the left)... which means i'm sitting there blogging away right now... and i can tell you, that right now, it doesn't look like this picture anymore. haha. so much for clearing up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6652/1614/320/100_0939.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is at the head of my bed(i dunno if it is unlucky to have so much stuff at the head of the bed in some chinese saying... but it's been like that for as long as i can remember)there's a radio... my toys(they yellow one is 10+ years old).. yes, that is an old computer speaker... i use it to play my MP3's. hahah recycle.. also no money to buy nice speakers. haha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6652/1614/320/100_0961.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is my bed. i'm not crazy over the fact that the bedsheet is PINk(don't really like pink).. but it's the bed that seduces me every night and sometimes in the afternoon to sleep on it. i love my pig very much too! we are a threesome... haha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6652/1614/320/100_0946.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;This is one of the tresures i found while digging through the pile of "rubble" and "debris" while cleaning my desk. my daddy drew it for me in the morning to tell me to heat up the spaghetti for breakfast when i wake up before i go to school. i really hope i don't look like that! haha&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6652/1614/320/100_0928.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is what it looks like outside my bedroom window... it always rains these days! saddness.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6652/1614/320/100_0998.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;now... how did my cat get up there?? oh yes! i remember! i put her there! hahaha. i don't think she can come down by herself... better get her off before my sister sees her there...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6652/1614/320/100_0893.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is how fat the lard bag really is. super duper fat. smoky needs a diet. haha. if any of you decide to rob or bully me, i'll set her off on you and when she jumps on you, you will be flattened like a pancake.Muahhahahahaha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6652/1614/320/100_0898.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This piture she look quite cute... an ALMOST heart melting picture. almost... she'll never melt my heart. cos i want a DOG!. mean but true.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6652/1614/320/100_0993a.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;lastly, this is my new jacket that will keep me nice and warm in my school located in the artic region. yes.. it's warm. coca cola limited edition jacket, by none other than 'Andy Warhol' himself, the man who challenged the world to see art differently, hence pop culture. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;last thing i did in 2005: poke my fat cats' fat fat fat fat lard-filled belly and wish her all the best for the next year.. MUAH HAHAHHAHAHAHA. evil. heheheee&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and the first thing that i did in 2006 is.. drumroll... poke her again!! haaha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6652/1614/320/100_1002.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i've decided that i want to learn how to drive...since my parents are going to get another car... the last one i think. it'l be the fourth... hmm.. i want them to get a red one, but my dad said that he'll feel tooooo "hot" in it, cos he's not that young any more, co he gotta go get shades to act cool. haha ok well. you can't blame me... i love red and olive green!(our present car colour is forest green i think). i think it costs about $1000 plus near $2000 to learn. my parents say if i'm going to learn i gotta pay for the lessons myself. i don't know when to start, but it'll be soon.. i 'll definately start before the semester holidays are up...going to be so broke... so much for saving money right!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16886615-113617678857548769?l=trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com/feeds/113617678857548769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16886615&amp;postID=113617678857548769&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16886615/posts/default/113617678857548769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16886615/posts/default/113617678857548769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com/2006/01/1-january-2006.html' title='1 january 2006'/><author><name>annoneemous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07248419899623440858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16886615.post-113604338740259428</id><published>2005-12-31T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T23:36:29.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this is the last blog of the year... hmm.. today was an interesting day.. you're in luck. hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up at... 8.30 am. took a bath and went to work at 9. i got onto the 163 bus to take to thomson, and saw my church friends.... but the problem is, i don't think they saw or even recognised me (secret: i havn't gone to church for a reeeeeeaaaally long time). oh well. too bad then. next!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did the opening for the tatami myself... i didn't really know what to do, cos the last time i did opening upstairs was with Yanni, so i just followed her instructions. today i 100% followed my own instructions. working upstairs is really tiring, and hot as i might as well add. in an hour, i hadd already worked myself into a sweat, and i could feel beads of pespiration form on my forehead(and yes, i did switch on th air conditioner). thank god for tissues! i amazingly didn't miss out anything.. i topped up all the plates, the wasabi, the ginger,  the saucers and set the tables for all the incredible 13 tables upstairs. i also filled the water up, make the tea and yadda yadda. honestly, i thought i would have forgotten something an be nagged about it by someone later. but the later never came! made me happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so sushi tei opened at 11.30, an customers came and went, came and went... initially there were many who just came to take food away... blah blah. There was this lady that ordered quite alot for take away, and she forgot to check her items, and we were so busy, so we also accidentally missed out one of her items. slamon sashimi medium, 8 slices. when she realised this, she had already reached back to her appartment.. this is where the fun begins. yay! my manager asked me to go and deliver the order to her home, as it was the resturaunt's fault that we did not ensure that everything was ready before handing them the bags of food. ok yay! so i get on a cab, with a small little bag of salmon sashimi on the adventure to find her house. alexander road. i told the cab driver, but he didn't know where to start, cos alexander road is so long. i thin he took 10 minutes to find the place... which was opposite ikea(but hey! none of us knew that 370 alexander road was just opposite ikea). after this some sort of treasure hunt, the cabbie agreed to wait for me while i deliver the food. so nice of him. i reached back to holland v half an hour later to continue work. it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at about 2.15pm, i went out to help a group of 3 custoers to pull the tables together, and i realised one of them was suzanne walkerman (the lady who acted in "first mums" as the drinker and smoker lounge singer). i think she looks like the eurasian version of michelle yeo. While i am taking their order, another two customers came to sit outside. ok. no one was around. only me. crab. everyone was missing! ahh!! the two customers that came was DJ daniel ong and jamie teo(yes, the miss singapore winner). at first i only saw jamie teo, but i thought she was cheryl's sisters' good friend(they look so alike). i only realised she wasn't when i saw mr ong behind her. hahaha. ok la. i they were really patient, and waited while someone finally attended to them.. while i was still taking walkermans' order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3pm. shift is over! hooooome!! it started to rain. heavy drizzle. (the skies must be crying cos i was going home. haha). i went to cold storage first to get some stuff for the chalet i was planning to go for.. 2 barcardi's and a box of ferero rochhe. (but in the end, i didn't go, cos of LAZY BONES. haha). so i bought it for nothing, and it is sitting and chilling in my fridge now. after i paid, i realised it was raining really really RRREEEEEAAAAALLLLLYYYYY heavy. the clouds were being wringed!!! hahaha. i laugh now... but when i was there then, i was about to cry! haha. i decided to run to the bus stop, which was about 200m without shelter away. half way while running, i saw alot of lightning. i was so freaked out. the thoughts that were running through my mind: was i going to be struck by lightning on the last day of the year? (singapore has the highest rates of deaths caused by lightning in the world). it was bad enough that i was all wet.. soaked to the very roots of may hair and the itty bitty bits of my toes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i reached the bus stop safetly. thank goodness! but i was as wet as a drowned cat!. oh well AT LEAST I WAS STILL ALIVE! the most diao(!) part was when i reached the bus stop, the rain got lighter! and when i got on to the bus, it turned into... a light drizzle! DIAO!! i'm so lucky to have caught the free shower!DIAO DIAO DIAO!!! oh well. in the bus i was shivering like mad. you know when pple are very cold they say their teeth are chattering and their bones are shaking? well... for me, it was.. my teeth were indeed chattering, and the bone marrow in my bones were trembling! felt so miserable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached home to find that the house was empty, except for my younger sis. everyone else had gone to the honda and toyota show room to look at the cars. my daddy want to buy a new car... maybe now i'll learn to drive, cos initially, i thought we weren't going to get another one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now for my new year's resolution (which i would most probably have broken after the first week):&lt;br /&gt;1. don't be so lazy&lt;br /&gt;2. don't be so greedy, esp with fatty foods like the school's potato wedges. haha&lt;br /&gt;3. be more hardworking (something that i make every year.. for the laughs. haha)&lt;br /&gt;4. TRY not to poke my cat's fat lard filled belly so much&lt;br /&gt;...... ... ... ... ...  blah blah blah.. ... ... ... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as if it'll happen. anyway, happy new year! time to open a bottle of the chilled barcardi and indulge! tatas!... hmm... i wonder what will happen if i give some to my cat... ... stay tuned to find out. HAHHAAAAAA. kidding. don't report me to SPCA. MUAH AHHAHAAAHAHA.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16886615-113604338740259428?l=trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com/feeds/113604338740259428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16886615&amp;postID=113604338740259428&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16886615/posts/default/113604338740259428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16886615/posts/default/113604338740259428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com/2005/12/this-is-last-blog-of-year.html' title=''/><author><name>annoneemous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07248419899623440858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16886615.post-113584058746092954</id><published>2005-12-29T14:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T15:16:27.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>crab</title><content type='html'>crab. i am sick. i've been sniffing and sneezing all day and night for the past 2 days. don't ask me what hapened, cos i don't even know. i'm stuck at home, with my kleenex in one hand and the TV remote in the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crab. i'm out of benedryl(if that's how it's spelt), the cough syrup i always take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crab. i have 4 common tests next week, and i havn't studied and i don't even have the mood to plan when to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crab. i just remembered i have an essay to do for Molecular and Cellular Engineering. i think my question is "Having a child to save a child. ight or wrong?". help me any one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crab. i am really broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crab i need to go to work tomorrow(6-10.30pm) and on saturday(10-3pm). i do't feel like, but i'm broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crab. my supervisor is pregnant, so now she has all the more reason to slack and boss us around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. i am going to try to stop feeling so crabby and look on the bright side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay. i have 4 more days of 'holidays'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay. i have more and more TV shows to watch now.. like grey's anatomy and america's next top model..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay. half the school semester is over... so the long hols are 'only' 9 weeks away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay. pay day is coming, so i will be 2% lesss broke than i am right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so so so bored at home i could die. i'm forever sleepy, but if i sleep now, i wouldn't be able to sleeep later at night. i've been eating so much chocolates(NOT complaining!), i'm getting fat. My rabbit died exactly a week ago. miss my friends. every single one of them. sigh. rainy sneezy days are really the worst&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ps. sorry if i have made you (the reader) depressed after reading this entry... but i highly boubt that happened. my powers of psycho-ing people are not good untill that extent yet. ahhaha.*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16886615-113584058746092954?l=trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com/feeds/113584058746092954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16886615&amp;postID=113584058746092954&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16886615/posts/default/113584058746092954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16886615/posts/default/113584058746092954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com/2005/12/crab.html' title='crab'/><author><name>annoneemous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07248419899623440858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16886615.post-113565685223791013</id><published>2005-12-27T11:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T12:14:12.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i bought the jacket yesterday. finally i have a jacket that will keep me warm in the super freezing school, which i really really like. but now i'm really really broke. oh well.. pay day is coming soon.. so i won't feel that broke, but still am.. i've got to try to save back the money for thejacket... on top of that i alsohave to save back the money for the camera that i bought like months ago... i think i've beeen spending more than i save.. so frankly speaking, chances of me saving back the money is zilch. hahaha oh well.. what do i work for?-- these little indulgences of course! hahaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got a call from some job company thingy... for sales assistant.. not sure if i want to go or not.. but i did say i will go for the interview tomorrrow at raffles place... not too keen on it really... but i just woke up when he called(11.30am. haha). so i was still in the stoned mood. haha. looks like i would have to head down there tomorrow at 3pm... and find him... sigh.. go all the way there and then come  home straight so wasted... so i think i'll call people out. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16886615-113565685223791013?l=trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com/feeds/113565685223791013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16886615&amp;postID=113565685223791013&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16886615/posts/default/113565685223791013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16886615/posts/default/113565685223791013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-bought-jacket-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>annoneemous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07248419899623440858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16886615.post-113549453764029774</id><published>2005-12-25T15:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T15:08:57.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>peep research!</title><content type='html'>i came across this really funny website.. on marsh mallow peeps... very funny. i couldn't stop laughing. the things they do to the peeps in the name of obvious science and fun. haha. go see it. &lt;a href="http://www.peepresearch.org"&gt;www.peepresearch.org&lt;/a&gt; you won't regret. hahaa i didn't.(i also put it in the bar on the right--&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16886615-113549453764029774?l=trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com/feeds/113549453764029774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16886615&amp;postID=113549453764029774&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16886615/posts/default/113549453764029774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16886615/posts/default/113549453764029774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com/2005/12/peep-research.html' title='peep research!'/><author><name>annoneemous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07248419899623440858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16886615.post-113544071078318238</id><published>2005-12-24T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T00:11:50.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>talk about 'frequent' posts haha... ok.. i'm posting today.. happy now diana? hahah kidding. Anyway, i baked cookies for my entire class for christmas. i gave it to them yesteray. i hope they liked it and they didn't need to spend the rest of the day in the toilet. hahaha. Not everyone came for class. so there were a few extras so i just gave them away too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went shopping with sarah today... saw a volcom belt, but there was no size. cos it was the last piece. it was a large... my mum said i need to buy a belt, cos my jeans are too loose..i've been using my sister's white blt which i don't really fancy... oh well. better than nothing. i also saw a jacket that i really like.. $109. lmited edition... coka cola one. really nice and red.. my favourite colour! haha. save money time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i plucked my eyebrows today... looks weird. oh well... till next time. bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16886615-113544071078318238?l=trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com/feeds/113544071078318238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16886615&amp;postID=113544071078318238&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16886615/posts/default/113544071078318238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16886615/posts/default/113544071078318238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com/2005/12/talk-about-frequent-posts-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>annoneemous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07248419899623440858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16886615.post-113497924301312087</id><published>2005-12-19T15:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T16:00:43.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hectic week</title><content type='html'>Wow. Long time no bloc. Oh well.. Can't blame me for being busy I guess. This week is going to be a really hectic week... As compared to my 'usual lifestyle'. hahaha. monday(today), there was a molecular and cellular test. really depressed about it. i couldn't do it, especially the structured essay question. The reason why i'm so so sad it's because I STUDIED! just that i studied all the things that didn't come out in the test. waste my time man! sigh. it's over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow(tuesday), i have to hand in my German assignment, Mechanics assignment and there also is a german test tomorrow. wednesday.. nothing.. but a new season of America's Next Top Model is starting.. that's good. i like that show. it's interesting. yay! on thursday, the BioMaterials project is due.. i'm going to choing for it once i finish blogging.. i'm in the biomed hub now. haha. home computer if not reliable. it may shut down or hang any moment.. before i save my work... so i stay in school for sanity. haha if you know what i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister's good friend is in hospital. she got hit by a car on her way to camp last monday. it's been exactly 7 days. apparently, she was hit while crossing the road.. and she didn't see the on coming car, cos there was a bus blocking her view. Her head got smashed into the windscreen and she broke her ankle. poor thing! to make things worse, she has got a blood clot in the head, and it has to be removed. i hope it is soon and she recovers asap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;project calls. ad-di-yos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16886615-113497924301312087?l=trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com/feeds/113497924301312087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16886615&amp;postID=113497924301312087&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16886615/posts/default/113497924301312087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16886615/posts/default/113497924301312087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com/2005/12/hectic-week.html' title='Hectic week'/><author><name>annoneemous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07248419899623440858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16886615.post-113430575222566029</id><published>2005-12-11T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T20:58:55.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>surprise. guess who???</title><content type='html'>went to work in the morning today. 10am- 3pm. then i accompanied qiong hua till 6 cos she had a split shift. but before i went home, i decided to duplicate my locker key for my friend who i am going to share the locker with, cos there is a shortage of lockers there. There is only 1 duplicating place in holland village that i know of.. i went there.. and there was this man before me, who was duplicating like 4-5 keys.. so i had to wait a long time for my turn.. 10 minutes i think. So it is finally my turn... then the man said that he didn't have my type of key.. so i waited for nothing. oh well. too bad then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went home... ok.. again for the second day in a row to a house with only my mum and cat in the house. my dad, sis and bro are coming back from malaysia today. hoooray! .................................... yes! and so they have finally come home... but SURPRISE! my cousin also came too! yay! that was really a surprise. a very very very pleasant one in my opinion. haha. hahaha ccooooool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember i donated blood on friday? well.. update.. i have 3 big enormous blue blacks on my arm... it looks as if my arm is slowly decaying away from the inside. it seems to be in one line, so i guess it is following my vein.. oh well. vein too small.. haha. everytime i look at the bruise i feel like laughing. don't ask me why. cos i don't know why either. i just find it humerous that i have bruises on at my humerus. hahahahha!! how come i have 3 bruises but diana doesn't even have one?... small vein? that's sad. hahahaa. i'm going mad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16886615-113430575222566029?l=trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com/feeds/113430575222566029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16886615&amp;postID=113430575222566029&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16886615/posts/default/113430575222566029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16886615/posts/default/113430575222566029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com/2005/12/surprise-guess-who.html' title='surprise. guess who???'/><author><name>annoneemous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07248419899623440858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16886615.post-113419379804096291</id><published>2005-12-10T13:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T13:49:58.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blood donaation</title><content type='html'>i donated blood! i am so proud of myself. haha, it wasn't painful at all. but i got one big blue black now. i can still see the hole where the needle was poked. anyway, the nurse said thet my vein was not the best size for blood donation(too small).. so there will be a blueblack. but i still can donate! i wanna donate again... in 3 months that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to work today too. with the bright pink bandage on my arm.. some people thought it was a fashion statement. Hahaha. There are alot of new waitresses there. some genuinely new, and some that were transfered from other outlets like paragon and far east plaza. Some of them asked me if i were malay... dots! haha. must be cos of my 'pro-ness' at cheena. hahha. then 2 people asked me if i were the ony child(no) then asked me if i were the youngest(no too). and someone asked me if  i was studying at a JC(Jessica Chye... haha.. no no Junior College). haha. do i have that kinda look that makes poeple wonder such things? hahaha. i was very amused when they asked me all these questions... it helped to break the ice between all of us, cos today was the first day i met them. at the end of the day, we were talking to each other like we were good buddies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached home at 11.45 pm. i've got dental tomorrow, and i'm going to be home alone after that. my mum and my older sister are going for seperate friends' wedding dinners and my younger sister, my brother and my dad are still in malaysia. boredness here i come. i don't like to stay at home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16886615-113419379804096291?l=trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com/feeds/113419379804096291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16886615&amp;postID=113419379804096291&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16886615/posts/default/113419379804096291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16886615/posts/default/113419379804096291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com/2005/12/blood-donaation_09.html' title='blood donaation'/><author><name>annoneemous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07248419899623440858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16886615.post-113395200337880413</id><published>2005-12-07T18:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T18:40:03.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>scardy cat</title><content type='html'>i'm totally seriously tremendously extremely scared of needles. That is my phobia. NEEDLES. "Aichmophobia- Fear of needles or pointed objects" haha. yet I wanted to donate blood today. So much for the thought. ZiQing was sick today, so she couldn't donate. So I also didn't want to donate. I scared to do it alone. haha. Almost went queasy when I saw the needle being poked into someone's vein. AAAHHH! haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there was this one girl who inspired me to give blood. She was the only one out of her group of friends who actually donated. Her friends just sat there and accompanied her. It seems to me that she has a lower pain threshold than me, or greater fear of needles than me, cos when her finger was pricked to test the blood group and see if she had enough iron in her blood in order to donate, she gave quite an alarming shriek. i'm scared... but not that scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess no matter how scared you are, at the end of the day we should just tell ourselves that our blood will save a life. a little pain on our part saves lives. I wonder when I will ever overcome this "Aichmophobia" that I have. haha. What is the point of being inspired to do something when I don't have the guts to do it? No guts no glory. Sigh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16886615-113395200337880413?l=trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com/feeds/113395200337880413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16886615&amp;postID=113395200337880413&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16886615/posts/default/113395200337880413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16886615/posts/default/113395200337880413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com/2005/12/scardy-cat.html' title='scardy cat'/><author><name>annoneemous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07248419899623440858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16886615.post-113368367475287947</id><published>2005-12-04T15:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T16:10:06.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello. haha, i think i am going mad. why am i saying hello to you on my blog? dots. ahaa. doing differentiation tutorial is driving me mad. and trying to find info on the biomaterial project i am doing is driving me mad. is pure titanium used? if so then why do some sites say it is made of a titanium alloy? and if it is a titanium alloy, what alloy? titanium with what? aaahhhh!!!! haha. this is only the start of my problems...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i just got my pay slip yesterday. i got $xxx.xx. haha you think i am going to tell you? i scared pple rob me ah! haha. Renovation made the place nicer, so the manager from taka told us to put on some make up... the very least put lipstick when we work. hahahaha... cry. then i also have to change my old shoes that i wear to work, cos they are a total disgrace(they are my old se sch shoes, just that i dyed them green- my imtation converse. ahhaa). At least lucky i no need to buy lipstick.. cos my mumma gave me the ones she got free(don't worry-i won't take it if it was aunty colour). so now i need to buy shoes- if i decide not to wear my gola's to work&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16886615-113368367475287947?l=trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com/feeds/113368367475287947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16886615&amp;postID=113368367475287947&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16886615/posts/default/113368367475287947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16886615/posts/default/113368367475287947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com/2005/12/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>annoneemous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07248419899623440858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16886615.post-113350789857581211</id><published>2005-12-02T14:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T15:18:18.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is the first day that i went back to work. The tatami is SO SO SO nice! but i wasn't posted upstairs. But i did work up there for an hour cos there was a jam and they asked me to go there to help out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now instead of just providing Shoyu to the customers, we also provide sweet sauce on the table itself, so they need not ask. The shoyu bottle also changed . it is now the screw type. it is so difficult to unscrew it. the shoyu keeps splashing onto my uniform so my uniform was dotted with little brown salty spots.  The we have to keep the sweet sauce in the fridge. more things to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The locker room is so so gross. it's filled with raw concrete. it's not painted at all. i home they do something about it, it is really worse than what we previously had. better for the customers but worse for us. so sad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, when i was on my way to work... at the yio chu kang MRT station.. with Ashley, Dee Dee and Talia, when we saw a poster of a guy with long hair. I started saying on how my secondary school maths teacher won't date a guy with longer hair than her and yadda yadda yadda. i didn't notice the person sitting between me and the poster. The person was a 'he'... oops. The he also had long hair... double oops oops. hahaa.... when i found out,  i immediately started laughing out loud. HAHAHAA i didn't dare to face him after that so i obviously turned around. and continued laughing to myself quietly. After that we were sort of saying how did he come to have such a hairstyle. haha. Let me describe the hairstyle to you... he had long hair.. slightly below the shoulder. reddish browm dyed hair, looked quite dry.. with a 'birds' nest'. it was like he lifted a huge tuft of hair from the top of his head and just snippped it short. hahaa. ooops.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16886615-113350789857581211?l=trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com/feeds/113350789857581211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16886615&amp;postID=113350789857581211&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16886615/posts/default/113350789857581211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16886615/posts/default/113350789857581211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com/2005/12/today-is-first-day-that-i-went-back-to.html' title=''/><author><name>annoneemous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07248419899623440858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16886615.post-113318436859861723</id><published>2005-11-28T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T21:26:08.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was stoned during cotton wool's lesson today,&lt;br /&gt;totally in the blur world during maths,&lt;br /&gt;semi-semi-(=1/4) studying during the break,&lt;br /&gt;the last one to finish doing the molecular and cellular bioengineering test,&lt;br /&gt;played and drew little pigs during biomedical engineering mechanics,&lt;br /&gt;makan-ed after school- food courtesy of the atrium,&lt;br /&gt;went home,&lt;br /&gt;watched 4 hours of CSI on VCD,&lt;br /&gt;cleaned up my disgusting nail polish,&lt;br /&gt;the time now is 9.21pm,&lt;br /&gt;going to watch TV again at 10pm.&lt;br /&gt;That's my monday, absolutely nothing to love(probably untill the part where i reach home).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the nice shows i watch are going .. slowly... this used to be my TV schedule:&lt;br /&gt;Monday: Project Runway (replaced Americas' next top model)&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: Arrested Development and CSI(both at the same time)&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: Brainiac (that stupid science show)&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: The OC, but replaced by Child of our time(gone). missed the first and second episodes of LOST.. so didn't watch it entirely&lt;br /&gt;Friday: Smallville (got kinda out of hand-but that's a thing of the past now)&lt;br /&gt;** all are english shows. cos i'm a gan dang(potato) and for the record, ya li is 'goose strength' not 'stress'. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you question... am i complaining? answer is. YES. my eyes are losing their stickiness to the TV. the glue is being taken away. complain complain complain... maybe i shall write to mediacorp. one fine day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16886615-113318436859861723?l=trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com/feeds/113318436859861723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16886615&amp;postID=113318436859861723&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16886615/posts/default/113318436859861723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16886615/posts/default/113318436859861723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-was-stoned-during-cotton-wools.html' title=''/><author><name>annoneemous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07248419899623440858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16886615.post-113300283409080099</id><published>2005-11-26T18:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T19:00:34.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wong Yau read my blog! i still can't believe it. my jaw dropped when i found out. if i were standing on top of the tallest building on earth(is it the empire state building?), my jaw would have dropped all the way down to the first level. haha. He say my english no good right? fine! i'll go and 'take care' of him the next time i see him(HAHA. as if i have the courage to. haha) don't worry. i'll try not to be so lazy and use correct England. but hey, i like to express myself this way!.. so we'll just have to see my mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today i went back to 'work' to get training on the new computer system. The renovation is still not yet done, so when i reached the place, i was shocked, cos i thought it should be more or less done, since they were expected to reopen on monday. The whole place was super dusty, and out training was outside, along with the blazing hot sun. i think presently, the reopening date is set to wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The computer system initially seemed quite confusing, but after fiddling with the system, i soon got used to it. but i believe that the next time i work, i will almost definately be standing in front of the computer, desperately looking for the dishes to key into the system, for about 5 minutes at a time. haha. it's only a matter of time before i get the hang of it. how long it will take, i dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got paid for the "training" today... $5/hr. luckily they paid us... cos it was a total waste of time. i mean, i did learn how to use it, but it was super boring and we could actually learn it as we work after they reopen. oh well. 12pm- 5pm... earned $25 for standing there and stoning.. who's complaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felicia told me something like that if you work in the zoo.. as a zookeeper... and clean shit you get paid $12 an hour.good pay! but imagine... you can smell the stink while standing outside the enclosure(like 10m away from the super big pile of elephant dung). imagine you are the zoo keeper... cleaning the shit. you will be less than 1m away from the poop. it's not that hard to imagine... breathing in the stinko-ness.. being able to feel the stink go up to your brains like toxic gas. bleh. i think it may well be as bad a breathing in wasabi powder. What a way to describe it. BUT. if anyone dares to sign up with me, i'm totally onns.just tell me, and we'll try. haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16886615-113300283409080099?l=trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com/feeds/113300283409080099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16886615&amp;postID=113300283409080099&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16886615/posts/default/113300283409080099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16886615/posts/default/113300283409080099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com/2005/11/wong-yau-read-my-blog-i-still-cant.html' title=''/><author><name>annoneemous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07248419899623440858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16886615.post-113284389165721715</id><published>2005-11-24T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T22:51:31.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went for job interview today.Diana and i had picked 3 choices. They called me in first. so suay. When i gave them the choices that i decided on, only to discover that the first 2 of my choices were not available anymore. too bad. in the end i gave only 2 choices. the first was a gym receptionist at Orchid Country Club.. but only $4 an hour. the next was a waitressing job in amoy street. this one... $5.50 an hour. ok la i guess. nothing near my dream job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think i'll get anything though.. cos i totally screwed up the interview. all they asked me was:"tell me more about yourself".. the worst question that they could ever ask. i was totally stunned. The other people who interviewed Diana asked her more.. answerable questions. hhaaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the part where i killed myself. seriously:&lt;br /&gt;Interviewers: would you be interested in working at Starbucks coffee? (cos i was taking a while to decide on the alternative jobs cos 2/3 of the jobs i wanted, were no longeer avaliable)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: No thanks. i worked in coffee bean before, i want to have other experiences(in my heart, i was also thinking cos they pay only $4.. so, no.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interviewer: How come you stopped working there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: it tends to get very busy...(GREAT! i just showed them i was a super slacker... i could see from their faces..'this girl. how to make it like that?'hahaha.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shut my mouth after that. even when they asked me the 'describe yourself'.on top of being stunned, i didn't really dare to say anything, cos i'll probably end up shooting myself after that again. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16886615-113284389165721715?l=trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com/feeds/113284389165721715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16886615&amp;postID=113284389165721715&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16886615/posts/default/113284389165721715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16886615/posts/default/113284389165721715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com/2005/11/went-for-job-interview-today.html' title=''/><author><name>annoneemous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07248419899623440858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16886615.post-113274686851337137</id><published>2005-11-23T19:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T20:46:39.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There is something about wednesday's that i both love and hate-timetablewise. Wednesday is the last day of the week that i actually have to wake up at 8am to go for class. and the two other days class starts at 12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to play pool today... ok ok.. more like go and watch the guys in my class play pool. i didn't want to play- too stress. they are like so PRO. haha. if i play then malu seah. haha. yesterday go out, today go out.. i like it when life is like that. Ahhh.. sit back and relax. ahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, when i was walking home from the bus stop today, i got a SMS. reading and walking... no good. i ALMOST fell into the drain.i emphasise on the word 'almost' ok? so you won't see scars on me tomorrow. haha. PHEW! my slipper did fly in though, so i still had to go into the drain to get it. i seriously can't walk straight.. most of the time. The last time i fell into a drain was in sec 3 i think... the day before the sports day heats. so too bad. i couldn't compete. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The SMS was from my friend(i have no known enemies- phew.). i have to go back to sushi tei on saturday at 12... to learn the new computer system and all... cos renovation made alot of changes. quite excited to go see what it looks like.. i don't want to work(like i keep saying myself ), but i need to cos i'm super duper broke. i shall quit when i find another job... pref near my house. my dream job is to work in a pet shop as the animal groomer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on my TV schedule today: Brainiac. it's a wacky, hillarious and super LAME science show that tells you stuff that you probably would have known already, in a super amusing way. haha. those interested.. it's on arts central at 10pm tonight. it's a little RA sometmes just to tell you- it corrupts innocent minds like mine... haha.. oops. wait. i just remembered that someone is going to bash me up if i am going to say i am innocent on this blog again.... cos i am not! hahahaaa.. ok. this will be the last. don't worry haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16886615-113274686851337137?l=trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com/feeds/113274686851337137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16886615&amp;postID=113274686851337137&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16886615/posts/default/113274686851337137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16886615/posts/default/113274686851337137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com/2005/11/there-is-something-about-wednesdays.html' title=''/><author><name>annoneemous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07248419899623440858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16886615.post-113266803439037809</id><published>2005-11-22T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T22:27:47.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i went to party world today first time i ever went to sing karaokie. haha.. not that i actually sang. i was a listener. i can't sing chinese, let alone read the lyrics so forget it. haha. the english songs i know they either are too hard to sing or are not even avaliable. oh well... not exactly dissappointed though. was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were going home, and i was on the train with diana when i just realised that i had missed the bus home... so i caled my dad to pick me up. he asked me to cycle home hahahaa... cos my bro left the bike at the station. oh well. haha he obviously was kidding.. he won't expect a fat girl like me to be able to balance on the bike... hahaa..(FYI- i can). he picked me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any way, i'm online now... talking to someone who i don't even know... dunno how he ended up in my contact list. so vulgar. every sentence got one f*** word. haiyo. cannot tahan. waste my time. blocked him. he pollute innocent minds like mine. haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16886615-113266803439037809?l=trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com/feeds/113266803439037809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16886615&amp;postID=113266803439037809&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16886615/posts/default/113266803439037809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16886615/posts/default/113266803439037809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-went-to-party-world-today-first-time.html' title=''/><author><name>annoneemous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07248419899623440858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16886615.post-113258184138194284</id><published>2005-11-21T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T22:04:01.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>school was cooooold. freezed my butt off today. and will continue freezing for i have no idea how long. recieved the goodie bag from the tree planting that day.. which consisted of one green bag, one farmer mat, one disposable yellow raincoat and one towel. the only thing i kept was the towel, which had the national parks logo printed on it. the rest i gave it away to anyone whoo wanted it at home.. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Wasted' the day. when i reached home, i ate lotsa tidbits that was in the house.. then i decided to watch 2 episodes of CSI VCD that my bro had borrowed, after watching spongebob on kids central. watched till it was time for harry potter and the chamber of secrets part 2 to show on TV. TV day... and i believe now... it's time for project runway. haha. so much for doing booooring tutorial for biomedical engineering mechanics. what the heck. TV time. ciaos. haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16886615-113258184138194284?l=trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com/feeds/113258184138194284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16886615&amp;postID=113258184138194284&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16886615/posts/default/113258184138194284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16886615/posts/default/113258184138194284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com/2005/11/school-was-cooooold.html' title=''/><author><name>annoneemous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07248419899623440858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16886615.post-113232820099419252</id><published>2005-11-18T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T23:51:01.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm tired. yesterday i went out to look for diana's birthday present after scool which ended at 5.. i was so tired when i was on my way home, cos my bag was really heavy too. haha. luckily i found a nice present for her. genuine leather and it is her favourite colour somemore. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, after shopping for her wallet myself, it was finally time for me to go home. i decided to take the train to marina bay and then back again, so i could sit down on the train...(i was at city hall.. so not so bad). when i was on the train, i was suddenly flooded with SMSes and calls... on top of that i was listening to my MP3 player, so i forgot to look out for my stop. and it was dark outside, so i couldn't see where i was from where i was sitting. Yep. i missed my stop! ahh! which means i also missed the last bus going back to my house, so i had to walk home(last bus: 8.40pm). haha. i took to kathib and back... next time must be more attentive haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. today i went out to meet yijin, veronica and yeecher for sakae buffet. eat so much man! my stomach is so round now. haha. really tired now. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want a bull terrier, or pug or husky for christmas(bull terrier or pug is preferable).. so far, i got have one person who will sponsor me $5-mr P. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy barfday, diana and zhi ping!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16886615-113232820099419252?l=trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com/feeds/113232820099419252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16886615&amp;postID=113232820099419252&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16886615/posts/default/113232820099419252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16886615/posts/default/113232820099419252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com/2005/11/im-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>annoneemous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07248419899623440858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16886615.post-113215790205122183</id><published>2005-11-16T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T00:21:51.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rain city</title><content type='html'>Early evening weather forcast: super heavy showers with heart attack causing thunders over the entire area of my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup. the rain was that bad. i reached home at like 4.30 after josephine, diana and me ate a brownie each from splash and decker at school... super sweet! when i stepped into the house, it was still partly sunny outside my window, with a trace amount of dark clouds.. that no one would have probably anticipated such a heavy rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.. i was tired. had a lack of sleep since monday.. and it is wednesday. just as i was going to start taking my nap that i had looked forward to since the second i woke up in the morning, it started to rain heavily. I thought.. "just in time.. cos i just reached home and i am going to sleep now.. natural air con. cool". i think i fell asleep within minutes. slept all the way.. untill i was woken up by a super loud thunder. SUPER loud, i literally jumped out of bed. haha...(i happen to be a light sleeper)and lucky the screamer neighbour that i used to have moved house already... if not there would have been this super high pitch shrill scream, little kid la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole house got blackout after that. The TV now got problem. cannot watch. then both of the modems in my house all spoil too(one for my mum and us, and the other for my sis). then no internet.. oh great! nice going. No TV to watch. but luckily the VCR still works.. so i can still tape the shows... every day i have shows to watch.. haha. either on channel 5 or arts central. i don't watch chinese dramas, unless someone recommends me any(i don't watch tamil or malay too).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily my mama pulled out a spare modem which i think she got free when se signed up for another broadband plan or something... But the most important thing is, we have INTERNET CONNECTION now! three cheers(that's why i can blog now). but still No TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually the TV initially survived the first lightning.. so after i was woken up, i went down for dinner... then my papa was asking me join singapore idol... as if!! i don't even dare to join the school's orion singing competition. haha. the i told him that if i join, if i appear on TV, he better mute it when i sing, if not the TV screen will crack. Then he said it's ok... if it crack, then he can buy a plasma TV. hahaa... here comes the ironic part. just as he said it, there was another blackout which seemed to ony affect the front half of my house, so the TV black out again. HAHA.. this is where the TV really spoil. haha.. fated to change TV la... haha.(but i doubt we will buy a new one.. cos i think still can fix). we said too muh too soon... till the lightning wanted to help out a bit. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One good thing about the thunder is that my cat was probably hiding under my sisters' bed the whole time, cos she don't dare to escape. hahaha.i wonder where she is now... still hiding?? who knows. haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16886615-113215790205122183?l=trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com/feeds/113215790205122183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16886615&amp;postID=113215790205122183&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16886615/posts/default/113215790205122183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16886615/posts/default/113215790205122183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com/2005/11/rain-city.html' title='rain city'/><author><name>annoneemous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07248419899623440858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16886615.post-113181499468635744</id><published>2005-11-13T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T01:13:54.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Angelina Jessy Shu Chee is back in Singapore! for how long.. don't ask me.. yes, i have a super big ulcer now... making my lips look like Angelina Jolies' and Shu Chees'. haha. the faster Angelina Jessy goes away the happier i will be. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any way, i went for tree planting today(for some singapore green week or something).. at the Bedok reservior. so dumb. but we got 1 CCA point apperantly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the pictures people..(today's blog entry is a picture blog. haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="194" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6652/1614/320/100_0781.0.jpg" width="283" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;See this plant? it looks dead ya? cos it is... we were supposed to plant all the plants given to us(which was quite alot)... but did that include this dead one?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6652/1614/320/100_0780.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Gotta weed the place before we plant.. if not the baby plants we are planting sure no hope one. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6652/1614/320/100_0788.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My appologies. i was still sleeping when this picture was taken.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6652/1614/320/100_0789.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;ok... i'm awake now... but still sleepy. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6652/1614/320/100_0806.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;our only source of watering plants water (and for secretly washing hands too).. it's going fast.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6652/1614/320/100_0808.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;finally finished planting. Hot, tired, sticky and STILL sleepy.haha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6652/1614/320/100_0811.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;we didn't throw in the wet towel(or dirty tools in this case). we didn't give up. we FINISHED! yay! Bon Voyage, gardening! i wonder how long they will live though..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6652/1614/400/100_0816.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is the group pic of all the BME people who went...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6652/1614/400/100_0817.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is another pic.. same one... suposed to do something different, but i think every one was tired, so we couldn't be bothered... except for a stoopid guy... who pushed my head... just nice the camera take the picture and was able to capture my dumb expression. thanks ah!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Reached home at about 4.15 pm after going out to TM for lunch, rushed to take a bath then go to work.. but before that, must collect the photos... lucky i was not late. The 180 photos stack was about 6-8cm high. got a shock when she gave it to me. haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16886615-113181499468635744?l=trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com/feeds/113181499468635744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16886615&amp;postID=113181499468635744&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16886615/posts/default/113181499468635744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16886615/posts/default/113181499468635744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com/2005/11/angelina-jessy-shu-chee-is-back-in.html' title=''/><author><name>annoneemous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07248419899623440858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16886615.post-113170083641028900</id><published>2005-11-11T16:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T00:07:10.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>photo phobia</title><content type='html'>i'm hot ... and tired. haha.. no, seriously. i'm sweating like a pig and tired. after school i decided to walk to Ang Mo Kio central to develop some of my pictures.. from the DnD and so on.. i walked all the way to the shop and save there, and i still couldn't find the place. The Photo shop where i usually print my pictures does not accept the '50 free prints' voucher i had. It was an hour since i started walking from school, and i still couldn't find the place. So what the heck, took a bus to Thomson Plaza. There was a shop there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out that the coupon was worth 50 free prints, ONLY IF i printed 60 and above pictures. To make my newly aquired depression worse, the person said that i could only use one coupon a day! which meant i had to come back on 2 other days to print the rest of my pictures!!! i nearly collapsed on the spot! faint! ahh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was desperate, i was tired i was hot. they could see it i think. i was really desperate..the 4 coupons i had expired on the 15 of november 2005. and today is the 11 november already. i bargained(something which i usually don't do)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They finally let me print all my pictures at once, so i could save on the developing charges. i was really relieved. Phew! collect it tomorrow at 2 pm. i went out of the shop..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i went out without a reciept.. i forgot. so i had to walk all the way back... and when i went in the shop again, i could see on their faces the expression of "what!! what does she want now?". hahaha. i must have really irritated them. haha... lucky that is not the shop i usually print my photos at.. i'm definately not going back to that shop in a long long time. i think i have become one of their balck listed customers. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the end, i printed only 180 of the 201 pictures which i had intended to.. just the exact amount, cos i only needed 180. developing fee is $3 no matter how many pictures you print. then w as paying for only 30 pictures, cos the rest were free, so i need to pay $15 for 180 pictures, thats' only 8.33 cents per piece. ok i guess.. but it'd be definately cheaper if i printed at ang mo kio. too bad i couldn't find the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm left with one coupon left. anyone want? haha. oh well&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16886615-113170083641028900?l=trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com/feeds/113170083641028900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16886615&amp;postID=113170083641028900&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16886615/posts/default/113170083641028900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16886615/posts/default/113170083641028900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com/2005/11/photo-phobia.html' title='photo phobia'/><author><name>annoneemous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07248419899623440858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16886615.post-113144862602559546</id><published>2005-11-08T18:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T18:15:19.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DnD=Dine and Dash?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hello! haha yesterday was the first day of school and dinner and dance. haha. where to start?? School was ok. i got a lecturer who's name is cotton woo... long story. on the whole, school felt ... school-ish. haha. what a good way to describe it right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school was quite a huge rush, cos i still didn't really know what to wear and all for the dinner at New Park hotel. The dinner wasn't that good. but the fun we had was pricless. haha. These are some of the pictures we took(i shall not show the wilder ones. if you wanna see them you gotta ask from me. haha) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6652/1614/320/100_0728.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Qiong Hua and Me. we took it in the toilet, while waiting for people to finish pooping. hahaha sounds so wrong.. maybe "waiting for people to finish answering the call of nature" soungs more right. i dunno. haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6652/1614/320/100_0745.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Qiong Hua, Fani, Felicia and Me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6652/1614/320/100_0729.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; It's us again... and we finally realised we were wearing the same skirt.. cos both of us covered the pattern with out tops, it was not very obvious. haha. we lift up some of our shirt to let you see the sameness.. different colour though(ps. we did not buy it together)haha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6652/1614/1600/100_0751.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6652/1614/320/100_0751.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We are all grils. yep. He's a she. Brads' my ex-manager, but she was transfered to another outlet.. really miss her. i like to call her my boss. haha. in a way she is.. come back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6652/1614/1600/100_0754.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6652/1614/320/100_0754.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Not everyone in my outlet is in this picture.. hard to round such a big group up. cooks, waitresses and my new manager(who used to be my supervisor) are in this pic. Most of my nicknames come from the chefs. they can be very funny. haha. Some people say my manager looks like a cat.. i agree... don't you think(the one in the first row with the black dress)?haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogger is taking so long to load pics... i can't be bothered anymore. 5 is enough. haha. ta ta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16886615-113144862602559546?l=trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com/feeds/113144862602559546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16886615&amp;postID=113144862602559546&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16886615/posts/default/113144862602559546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16886615/posts/default/113144862602559546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com/2005/11/dnddine-and-dash.html' title='DnD=Dine and Dash?'/><author><name>annoneemous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07248419899623440858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16886615.post-113144438290212620</id><published>2005-11-07T05:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T18:09:42.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>birthday day</title><content type='html'>Today is my friends' birthday, my other friends' dads' birthday, my australian cousins' birthday and my mums' birthday. talk about BIRTHDAY DAY man! hahaha. i never i'd know so may people who had the same birthday... wow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched alot of TV today. watched The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King... 3 hours plus. i think it was a good show. i tried reading the book before, but all the names sound so similar.. so i keep getting confused. i gave up: watch the movie easier. hahaha i hate myself sometimes for being so lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we watched Daredevil on channel 5. it was ok, but i prefer Spiderman. The whole feel of spiderman is just better. Spiderman doesn't kill people to make sure there is justice. haha oh well. better sleep now. long day tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16886615-113144438290212620?l=trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com/feeds/113144438290212620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16886615&amp;postID=113144438290212620&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16886615/posts/default/113144438290212620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16886615/posts/default/113144438290212620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com/2005/11/birthday-day.html' title='birthday day'/><author><name>annoneemous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07248419899623440858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16886615.post-113111521629869708</id><published>2005-11-04T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T22:40:16.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stress!</title><content type='html'>STREesssSS! DnD stress is here. i can't wait for it to be over... yet i can really wait for it to come. i don't know how to dress my lions' mane, i've got nothing to wear on top, something to wear on the bottom, not sure what to put on my feet to walk, and nothing clutch... well, i'd say that's quite bad, considering the fact that it's on monday!!!!!!! shcool ends at 6 and i have to be there by 6.30, latest 7pm. Crab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. i'm going to continue fretting and i don't feel like blogging. bye. off to pull more black hair, and grow more white hair. the problems of the stressed. ahhaa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16886615-113111521629869708?l=trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com/feeds/113111521629869708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16886615&amp;postID=113111521629869708&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16886615/posts/default/113111521629869708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16886615/posts/default/113111521629869708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com/2005/11/stress_04.html' title='Stress!'/><author><name>annoneemous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07248419899623440858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16886615.post-113100224383715598</id><published>2005-11-03T14:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T15:17:23.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went out after work to meet cheryl and sarah. supposed to go and look for a top of the ever so near dinner and dance. in the end, at 5pm, we all decided we were hungry, so we went to fish and co to eat. we decided to drink under the influence of sarah. haha this is what we had:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 272px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 190px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="164" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6652/1614/320/100_0650.jpg" width="272" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Blue: Fishy Maria: Cheryls', Yellow: Lime Googie: Sarahs', Pink: Lava Guava:Mine!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and this is how we looked after we drank it...&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6652/1614/320/100_0666.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am obviously the reddest... hahaha i dunno why, prob cos i started drinking it before the food came.. hahaha(that was a really stupid thing to do, cos more alcohol is absorbed on an empty stomach). and for the record, i was NOT drunk!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When we ordered, the guy didn't believe we were of age, so he asked us to think about it before we drink, as if we were going to do a horrible unforgiveable crime. haha. we really showed him when i, the reddest of the lot, walked to the cashier to pay!(i walked straight!! haha).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh well, i didn't manage to get my top. too bad. cheerios :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16886615-113100224383715598?l=trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com/feeds/113100224383715598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16886615&amp;postID=113100224383715598&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16886615/posts/default/113100224383715598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16886615/posts/default/113100224383715598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com/2005/11/went-out-after-work-to-meet-cheryl-and.html' title=''/><author><name>annoneemous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07248419899623440858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16886615.post-113082041901982451</id><published>2005-11-01T11:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T12:58:55.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one good deed deserves another?</title><content type='html'>Today i decided to wonder around holland village after work(5pm), as i just realised that i knew little of what holland v offers. After wandering around, i decided to go home, so i went to my bus stop. There were alot of people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was messaging my friend when i noticed that there was this old lady asking people if they had handphones, cos she needed to phone the nearby cold storage regarding something i wasn't too interested to know. OK... there was no one going to offer her their phone... and i bet they had phones, just that they didn't want to lend it. but... HELLO!! she was an old lady! dressed in a long black cheong sam, with a slit running up to the middle of her thigh, and hair bunned up so nicely! are you scared that she is one of those theives? can you imagine an old lady in that outfit running away? and cum'on! if she runs, don't tell me you can't catch her?? hai yo!! sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it came my turn to be asked. She asked me if i could lend her my phone to make a short phone call and so on(like what i heard her say to the other people she asked), but provided that i wasn't busy and was willing to lend it to her. i did. i told her that she could use it immediately cos i could continue my SMSing when i got on my 165.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We tried 4 times untill the number got through.. then she went somewhere away from the bus stop cos the bus stop was kinda noisy..i think she took about 10 steps away. i dunno what about her made me trust her, so i only followed her 2 steps, so i couldn't hear her conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she was talking, my 165 came! and i had waited a good 15 mins for that bus! oh well. i wasn't going to make her end her call just cos i wanted to get up the relatively empty bus... Suddenly, this lady who was standing somewhere next to her, came to me and told me that i better go closer to her(giving me the impression that they old lady was a little crazy). so i did, but to a certain extent. i took another 3 steps. i could hear what the lady was saying... in fact she as screaming "thank you! thankyou ah cecelia.. thank you very much....." i think there were a million thankyou's in there. If she had cut the thank you's short, i probably would have been able to catch my bus. Oh well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She returned me the phone just after my bus had left. and then said that i was the sweetest girl she ever seen. she looked so sincere that i almost collapsed! ME??? SWEET? no... i don't think they fall in the same category. hahaha. she said it so loud that the whole bus stop could hear! oh man! luckily her bus came in 5 mins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One good deed. made me miss my bus, which i waited 15 minutes for. and made me wait another good 27 mintes for the next extermely crowded 165.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went home to watch 'project runway'. great show! i like austin... but he's so gay! ... but he sure leaves an impression. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Halloween!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16886615-113082041901982451?l=trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com/feeds/113082041901982451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16886615&amp;postID=113082041901982451&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16886615/posts/default/113082041901982451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16886615/posts/default/113082041901982451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com/2005/10/one-good-deed-deserves-another.html' title='one good deed deserves another?'/><author><name>annoneemous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07248419899623440858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16886615.post-113047624471500643</id><published>2005-10-28T12:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T13:14:02.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>garbage rot together</title><content type='html'>Rotting at home alone is so boring. i decided to got to cheryl's house so we could rot together instead. we played games, she cooked fried rice for lunch, looked through her incredibally high stack of magazines. I told her i wanted to dye my hair and she suddenly remembered that her mum's company was looking for volunteer hair models about a while ago, so they could test out their new hair dye. i would request to volunteer, if they ever needed them again. There is one condition to qualify for this free dying hair thingy. they need you to have virgin(undyed) hair. I DO! i definately do. hahaha. Her mum said she would put my name down the next time they ask for volunteers. That got me so excited for the rest of the day. hahha. seems i'm easily pleased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 313px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="320" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6652/1614/320/100_0570.0.jpg" width="351" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We were playing Uno Stacko... super old game. 2 people playing only(me and her). this is what happens when she throws 5 'draw 2's' in a row and i have to do all the pulling out. hahah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="161" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6652/1614/320/100_0599.jpg" width="236" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She made these two palm sized cookies for me. So sweet!(the cookies are sweet, but she is sweeter!!) she took 4 hours to finish baking all the dough she made, so she finished baking at 1am the previous morning. It's actually a super belated birthday persent.. but it's the thought that counts and i can really see the effort she put into it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16886615-113047624471500643?l=trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com/feeds/113047624471500643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16886615&amp;postID=113047624471500643&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16886615/posts/default/113047624471500643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16886615/posts/default/113047624471500643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com/2005/10/garbage-rot-together.html' title='garbage rot together'/><author><name>annoneemous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07248419899623440858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16886615.post-113030420067357553</id><published>2005-10-26T13:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T14:01:49.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today we went to Edwards Lifesciences Pte Ltd for some cleanroom testing and experience. Sounds cool yeah? i went with 9 other friends and our mentor. We had to dress up in the "gown", which is basically a 'shower cap', shoe covers, a white coloured very very very clean white coat and super tight gloves. i wanted to take a picture, but we couldn't bring the camera into the clean environment. too bad. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wearing the gloves was the most tideous. first we had to wash our hands with their soap, and rub vigourously, then obviously wash the soap off. Dry our hands with the hand dryer(not allowed to wipe the water off)then wear the gloves. we weren't allowed to touch the outside of the gloves with our bare washed hands, so we had to slip on one side then the other, and when both gloves are an, we an adjust them to fit. Not as easy as it sounds.. for me that it, cos the gloves were super tight, and two of my fingers went into one glove-finger-slot, and i couldn't adjust it cos it was the first glove it put on, so the other hand was 'not properly dressed for the occasion of troubleshooting'. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were in the clean room, one of my friends(who was sitting next to me!)- i shall not disclose his name, haha, asked a question, which i don't think anyone had ever asked the person who showed us around before. Since we weren't allowed to sneeze inside the room, he asked:"what will happen if someone farted". The first time he asked it the person didn't catch it, cos he was too busy laughing his head off. Thank goodness he was wearing a face mask too cos he was tomato red in the face. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine you are sick and you are in there for say... 2 hours? you need to sneeze, but you can't cos you are in the CLEAN ROOOM. You can't scratch your face with your gloves cos your face is considered dirty in the clean room context. This happened to another of my friends, he was sick. we could see that he really needed to sneeeze and maybe blow his nose, but he couldn't! poor thing. if it were to be me,i dunno how i would have been able to &lt;em&gt;tahan&lt;/em&gt; it. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think they use 80% alcohol solution to wipe their gloves, so as to keep it clean. they spray alot on them, then let the alcohol 'flash'. once it 'flashes', then the gloves are supposedly clean. The alcohol is so strong that after 4 months, we were told that some of the &lt;strong&gt;stainless steel&lt;/strong&gt; tables are slightly corroding(as in they are not as smooth as they used to be...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The room is only a 100,000 mpu(moles per unit room i think) controlled environment. that's the least lean it can get. The cleanest room can go all the way down to 10 mpu. so clean!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the place we went to, they we sew the valves of the triscupid valve, where later it will be shipped off to urbine(i dunno if i spelt it correctly), were it will be sterilised and assembled to form the valve, then streilised again, then the live human tissue will be added(to help prevent tissue rejection in the body), then sterilised again, then packaged then checked for leaks... and all. There is alot of inspections and sterilisations done. it requires alot of manpower. But it's worth it, cos this device save lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**ps. not all the info here is correct. it's just what i think i can remember. haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16886615-113030420067357553?l=trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com/feeds/113030420067357553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16886615&amp;postID=113030420067357553&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16886615/posts/default/113030420067357553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16886615/posts/default/113030420067357553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com/2005/10/today-we-went-to-edwards-lifesciences.html' title=''/><author><name>annoneemous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07248419899623440858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16886615.post-113004903292982847</id><published>2005-10-24T13:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T14:44:23.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was supposed to be one of the less boring days of my holidays... But it turned out to be as boring as the other stay-at-home days. I was supposed to go out with my friend today, but in the end she had to cancel last minute because she quarreled with her parents, and she said "what the hell", so her parents demanded an apology. She refused. My strong willed friend. So we had to cancel. But when she told me that we had to cancel, I was already on my way there. Too bad then. What to do? Go home lar.. I mean I have no where else to go no one else to meet.. So bo-liao to go out by myself. My parents were really puzzled when they saw me come home so early. ha&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6652/1614/1600/100_0528.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ha .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I was now stuck at home, and the sun was out, my mum decided to bathe the cat(3 pple are needed to bathe that fat cat.she HATES water. need to hold her down).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6652/1614/1600/100_0532.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 249px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 172px" height="225" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6652/1614/320/100_0532.jpg" width="233" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6652/1614/1600/100_0139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="144" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6652/1614/320/100_0139.jpg" width="213" 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;Before and after pictures of her. the first one was taken some time ago(she is fatter than what she appears to be like here). The other one is how she looks like after her bath(she i s staring at me like that cos i was the one who put her into the water. she knows i'm always the "bad guy" Muah HAhahahaa)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least today wasn't a totally wasted day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16886615-113004903292982847?l=trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com/feeds/113004903292982847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16886615&amp;postID=113004903292982847&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16886615/posts/default/113004903292982847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16886615/posts/default/113004903292982847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com/2005/10/today-was-supposed-to-be-one-of-less.html' title=''/><author><name>annoneemous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07248419899623440858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16886615.post-112999985367565004</id><published>2005-10-23T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T00:54:14.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm sitting at the computer... decided to write a blog entry(which is what you are seeing before you now)... and sudenly before i know it, i have like a ga-zillion mozzie bites on my legs. i'm already scratching like a chimpanzee!! (anyone wanna help me pick my ticks?haha kidding)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, life is still as boring as ever... as i have nothing to do on the days that i stay at home(duh!)haha. i still wish i were superman(or wonder woman) with a bright coloured cape. HAHHHAA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realised that about 80% of singaporean women(according to me)have dyed hair... and the natural colour has become brown instead of black. but... i still want to dye my hair. is it just another thing i want to do on impulse? i dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bored stoner was here. signing off... i've got nothing to blog these days, so i'm blogging trivialities. i'm sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16886615-112999985367565004?l=trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com/feeds/112999985367565004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16886615&amp;postID=112999985367565004&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16886615/posts/default/112999985367565004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16886615/posts/default/112999985367565004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com/2005/10/im-sitting-at-computer.html' title=''/><author><name>annoneemous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07248419899623440858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16886615.post-112973530839247648</id><published>2005-10-19T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T01:04:35.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its like watching the rain fall all day&lt;br /&gt;wishing you could go out and play&lt;br /&gt;Sitting in a time out&lt;br /&gt;All you want to do is pout&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the dolls on the shelf&lt;br /&gt;Wish you were a doll yourself&lt;br /&gt;In your own little world, but you want to escape&lt;br /&gt;Wish you were superman with a bright colored cape&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its like sitting in class and you don't understand&lt;br /&gt;But you really don't want to raise you hand&lt;br /&gt;Sitting in bed, trying to sleep&lt;br /&gt;You've even tried counting sheep&lt;br /&gt;On a lazy Saturday with no where to go&lt;br /&gt;Because all of you friends have answered “no”&lt;br /&gt;In your own little world but you want to escape&lt;br /&gt;Wish you were superman with a bright colored cape&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could fly away&lt;br /&gt;Fly with the birds in the sky&lt;br /&gt;You could blast away&lt;br /&gt;Blast with the rockets into the stars&lt;br /&gt;You could run away&lt;br /&gt;Run with the children in the park&lt;br /&gt;In your own little world but you want to escape&lt;br /&gt;Wish you were superman with a bright colored cape&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is really how bored i am. haha. couldn't express it better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ate a mango after dinner today.. it was the least bit ripe. i didn't feel like wasting it cos i cut it open already.. so i ate it. it wasn't bitter or sappy. it was extremely sour. as bad as sucking on a lemon. after i ate about 1/4 of it my mum made me stop cos my face kept scrunching up after i took each bite. it was a torture, but it entertained me. i'm that desperate. haha. bored. Why does my like see to be filled with nothingness now?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16886615-112973530839247648?l=trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com/feeds/112973530839247648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16886615&amp;postID=112973530839247648&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16886615/posts/default/112973530839247648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16886615/posts/default/112973530839247648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com/2005/10/its-like-watching-rain-fall-all-day.html' title=''/><author><name>annoneemous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07248419899623440858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16886615.post-112964234635624262</id><published>2005-10-18T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T21:32:26.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it rained again today despite the fact that it rained the whole day on sunday. yes, it may seem that i'm obsessed with the weather nowadays, but it's merely because i long for the sun to shine now... don't forget to bring out your umbrella today. God's going to water the plants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to school today for some supposedly 'hands-on' thingy. it turned out that we were made to do a 'one-page-powerpoint ' project. we were supposed to come up with some biomedical device that is innovative, practical and commercially viable. to be done today and presented tomorrow. seemed rushed right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially we had problems coming up with an idea because we were brain dead(at least i was)... But when we finally thought of one, we only took no more than 20 minutes to finish it. We were then bored again. Thankfully Ada found an interesting quiz on the BBC website. i think there was a quiz on like to see the sex of your brain(like female or male). interesting. there were others too. it was quite entertaining, considering the fact that we were really dying of boredom.... i think it saved the little sanity that i seemed to have left.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16886615-112964234635624262?l=trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com/feeds/112964234635624262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16886615&amp;postID=112964234635624262&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16886615/posts/default/112964234635624262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16886615/posts/default/112964234635624262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com/2005/10/it-rained-again-today-despite-fact.html' title=''/><author><name>annoneemous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07248419899623440858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16886615.post-112956841601633751</id><published>2005-10-18T14:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T01:00:16.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it rained the whole day yesterday. it had stopped when i woke up today, but the ground was still wet. we knew it wouldn't rain today, because it rained nonstop yesterday. We hoped there would be sun so we could tan. but there was no sun in sight. only clouds. not even a little itty bitty peek.The sky was nothing but whiteness. cotton wool whiteness. saddening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we went to orchard instead to look look see see if maybe i could find anyhing to wear to the D&amp;amp;D. i tried a few dresses and 99% of the time i looked like a pregnant momma. haha. i'm disheartened. maybe i should just go to the maternity section to get one. hahaha. great idea yeah??? Oh yes! Topshop has a maternity section: 'TOPSHOP MATERNITY'. hmm... it must have been created for me. i feel so honoured. haahah. Yes! so it is settled then. i shall buy a maternity dress. hahaha. do you believe me? am i obviously kidding or am i dead serious?? you wouldn't know... cos i don't even know myself! haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16886615-112956841601633751?l=trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com/feeds/112956841601633751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16886615&amp;postID=112956841601633751&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16886615/posts/default/112956841601633751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16886615/posts/default/112956841601633751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com/2005/10/it-rained-whole-day-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>annoneemous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07248419899623440858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16886615.post-112947813043612464</id><published>2005-10-17T14:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T23:55:30.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bleh bleh bleh</title><content type='html'>It rained the whole day today, and still is. i woke up to find it was raining and i have a feeling i'm going to sleep while it is still raining. i was supposed to go to a friends' place today (actually is a friend of a  friend.. but same thing la). However... i woke up early in the morning like at around 2 am, realising that i felt like puking and when i started i couldn't seem to stop. i spent practically the whole day in bed. My sister thinks it is food poisoning but what did i eat wrong?? i have no idea. i have never gotten food poisoning before(even after i accidentally ate 10 year old expired merlion chocolates). Personally i don't think it's food poisoning, but what could it be then??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16886615-112947813043612464?l=trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com/feeds/112947813043612464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16886615&amp;postID=112947813043612464&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16886615/posts/default/112947813043612464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16886615/posts/default/112947813043612464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com/2005/10/bleh-bleh-bleh.html' title='Bleh bleh bleh'/><author><name>annoneemous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07248419899623440858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16886615.post-112930919388668144</id><published>2005-10-14T15:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T10:07:42.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hip hip hooray!</title><content type='html'>i just did this new skin(as in i copied and pasted the'whats-it-called' into the template thing.. and i edited it from there). it's still a great achievement for me la.. haha. At first i had some alignment problems. The whole navigation bar was sited to the left instead of being on the right and the blog entries was on the picture itself, now as you can see, there is no problem. Smart yeah?? hahaha... want to know my secret? i got my computer genius sister to help out her totally computer idiot sister(me). My genius sister, what would i do without her?(sit there and cry maybe? hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of ther stuff i did myself,, like adding the music and the profile.. that's quite an achievement considering the fact that i think a year ago, i didn't dare or know how to download stuff. yes yes. i admit. i was that much a nincompoop. hahaha. as for the tag board, you gotta wait till i actually decide to put one up.[this blog is no longer totally annonymous.. some individuals know about it already]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm quite pleased with myself for doing what i just stated(it's quite a big achievement for me). i'd be lying if i said i wasn't happy. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any way, other than this and going to work today, i almost wasted the whole day. i went to jurong IMM with cheryl today. don't ask me why we went there... but it was kind of my fault that we were there. There is nothing to do there! haha... our methods for killing time was really interesting. we went to giant to walk around.. then we went to the NTUC next to jurong mall to buy ice cream(1 litre tub)to share. They didn't provide spoons, so we had to crack our brains to think of a extremely believeable excuse to tell the aunty at the macdonalds dessert counter why we need spoons, just in case she asked. But she didn't ask. she was so nice and poite on top of giving us the spoons- no questions asked. hahaha. we couldn't finish it in the end. haha it's not the first time we've done it though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16886615-112930919388668144?l=trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com/feeds/112930919388668144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16886615&amp;postID=112930919388668144&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16886615/posts/default/112930919388668144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16886615/posts/default/112930919388668144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com/2005/10/hip-hip-hooray.html' title='Hip hip hooray!'/><author><name>annoneemous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07248419899623440858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16886615.post-112919548896271122</id><published>2005-10-13T16:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T01:19:46.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why am i here?</title><content type='html'>Why am i here?&lt;br /&gt;i was supposed to go out with my brother today... but it turned out that he ends school at 6pm due to the post exam activities. what to do?other than: postpone. so sad. That means i'm stuck at home the whole day with nothing to do.. i decided to bake cookies. yes, even if my friends came over to bake yesterday, i baked again today, but this time it is for my family and friends who i will be seeing soon. i baked 'chocolate chip-walnut-raisin cookies' i think it tastes ok... i hope. i have to wait for my sister to come home to help me taste it... she is like my unofficial food taster. hahaaha. i need her now especially since i burnt my tastebuds eating my lunch(hot bowl of maggie mee with an egg, 3 crabsticks and lots and lotsa vegggie:D), and a slight cold(it's clearing up, but still there) so i can't really taste anything. hahahaha. sad but true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My arms are so tired from beating, stiring, spooning and transfering the cookies. oh well. it's worth it if my unofficial food taster gives me the 'go ahead'. hahaha. i havn't made cheesecake for a really long time. i think i shall when i feel i have the strength to(beating a hard block of cream cheese till it becomes 'light and fluffy' by hand is really no joke!). i shall make 2. 1 for my family and 1 for my friends. the ingredients are gonna cost me a bomb. i seem to be making alot of food for the people around me...haha.. if i can't be thin then make my friends fat!! hahaha. kidding. my food is all low fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After baking i read an e-mail that really made me laugh. i think to a certain extent it can seem racist... but it's funny. i'm not racist, so i hope you(yeah, you, the one reading this) don't find that i put it on my blog to poke fun at anything or anyone or whatever: title: letter from (not saying)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear Jagjit,&lt;br /&gt;I am in a well here and hoping you are also in a well there. I'm writing this letter slowly, because I know you cannot read fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are not living where we did when you left home. Your dad read in the newspaper that most accidents happen 20 miles from home, so we moved 20 miles. I am not able to send the address, as the last Sardar who stayed here took the house numbers with them for their new house so they would not have to change their address. Hopefully by next week we will be able to take our earlier address plate here, and that our address will remain same too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This place is really nice. It even has a washing machine, situated right above the toilet. But I'm not sure it works too well. Last week I put in 3 shirts, pulled the chain, and haven't seen them since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather here isn't too bad. It rained only twice last week. The first time it rained for 3 days and second time for 4 days. The coat you wanted me to send you, your Aunt said it would be a little too heavy to send in the mail with all the metal buttons, so we cut them off and put them in the pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your father has got a new job. He has 500 men under him. He is cutting the grass at the cemetery. By the way, I took Bahu to our club's poolside. The manager is Badmash. He told her that two piece swimming suit is not allowed in his club. We were confused as to which piece we should remove?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your sister had a baby this morning. I haven't found out whether it is a girl or a boy, so I don't know whether you are an Aunt or Uncle. Your uncle, Jetinder fell in the nearby well. Some men tried to pull him out, but he fought them off bravely and drowned. We cremated him and he burned for three days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your best friend, Balwinder, is no more. He died trying to fulfill his father's last wishes. His father had wished to be buried in the sea after he died. And your friend died while in the process of digging a grave for his father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There isn't much more news this time. Nothing much has happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S I was going to send you some money but by the time I realized, I had already sealed off this letter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16886615-112919548896271122?l=trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com/feeds/112919548896271122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16886615&amp;postID=112919548896271122&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16886615/posts/default/112919548896271122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16886615/posts/default/112919548896271122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com/2005/10/why-am-i-here.html' title='Why am i here?'/><author><name>annoneemous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07248419899623440858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16886615.post-112909201202956264</id><published>2005-10-13T13:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T22:53:43.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh man! i am totally extremely bored! this is one of the very first times that i actually feel like going to school. yes, and what my friend described my wanting to go to school as"cos ur bored ouy of ur mind and better to go skool and do sumting rather than rot at home like a corpse on steroids"... well that's an interesting way to put it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 of my friends came over to my house today cos they wanted to bake. one of them bought the 'betty crocker' chocolate chip premixture to bake for her boyfriend. The other bought a 'white wings' chocolate cake premixture. There was no problem with the cookies cos all i needed to provide her was and egg and 1/2 a cup of butter. however... the cake needed 2 eggs(no prob) and 1 cup of milk. the milk was the problem cos the milk in my fridge had been thrown away the previous day(it expired). So we decided to use condensed milk added with water. it turned out... Ok!! phew!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16886615-112909201202956264?l=trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com/feeds/112909201202956264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16886615&amp;postID=112909201202956264&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16886615/posts/default/112909201202956264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16886615/posts/default/112909201202956264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com/2005/10/oh-man-i-am-totally-extremely-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>annoneemous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07248419899623440858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16886615.post-112905123416298776</id><published>2005-10-11T16:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T22:45:42.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My friend(and ex-colleuge) has finally gotten a full time job. i'm so happy for her. i think it is in NUH in the haemetology(i think i spelt it wrongly) department... but that's not the main reason why i'm saying it here... it's cos she told me something very interesting.. read on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. she went for the interview, and the interviewer said she had to fill in stuff like her previous working experience(nothing special right?)... including all her vocational jobs, part-time jobs(like the one i have now)... and yadda yadda... Then he says that because she is working in the hospital(she got the job already), she cannot keep any other jobs, so she has to quit S.tei. But the thing is that she can work without them knowing right? A-Ha!! this is where the interesting part is... the interviewer said that she cannot work in sushi tei any more. And said that he was a customer at sushi tei and he so happened to recognise her, because she had served him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW! imagine... your customers can become your boss... so better treat your customers nice ya! you'll never know.. ehh... actually thinking of it is a little scary...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to play tennis in the morning... it was quite bad. i think we should stick to badminton and swimming. we keep hitting the balls out of the court and into the court a group of senior citizens were using, so they had to keep helping to push the balls back to us. They also played so well... compared to us. total humilation. hahaha. After our 'game', we needed to collect all of my friends' balls(tennis balls). We had to sieve through so many balls to get her "lao-hong- ded" 'dunlop' ones. So we couldn't be bothered and just took 4 'wilson' balls cos those were nearest to us. hahaha. we felt so bad for the people who got the "lao-hong- ded" balls. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... i'm battling this sickening sickness now... my nose keeps dripping and i can't sleep cos when i lye down my nose gets blocked and i cannot breathe properly. it's fustrating. and the mosquitoes are biting me now... really itchy. i don't think it can get any worse than this. i feel so stoned&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16886615-112905123416298776?l=trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com/feeds/112905123416298776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16886615&amp;postID=112905123416298776&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16886615/posts/default/112905123416298776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16886615/posts/default/112905123416298776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-friendand-ex-colleuge-has-finally.html' title=''/><author><name>annoneemous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07248419899623440858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16886615.post-112894566989145742</id><published>2005-10-11T11:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T20:05:14.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have to go for my resturant's annual dinner and dance... and i don't know what to wear! i don't even know if i really want to go or not. The reply to whether i was going was" if the others go then maybe i'll go". So the message was passed to my friends("the others") as "if you go she will also go", so they said they would go. The problem with this 'relay' thing was that messages and meanings can become warped with just the changing of a word. My "if the others go then maybe i will go" became "if the others go then i will go". see the difference? This reminds me of a game we always play in primary school. Everyone sits in one long line, and a message is passed down from person to person, and finally the message that the last person recieves will be compared with the initial sent message. most of the time it'd be very different. hahaha. Like "Dionosaurs have been extinct for a long time" can become "Cockroaches are a man's best friend" they don't even sound the same! ahhaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... back to Dinner and Dance( i really seem to have a bad tendancy to go off track)! i thought of wearing jeans(yes, jeans!) with a nice spaghetti top(one of the more formal ones) or something... but plans foiled! i was told today that we can't wear jeans. we have to wear a dress or long skirt. must be more formal. AHHH! me? in a dress?prepare to imagine the worst. the last time i wore a dress was when i was 8! it's been 10 years since i wore one! wow. hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This means i have to go shopping for something to wear, cos i can't say i'm not going now right? my name has been submitted... seems like free dinner is not so free after all. now i have to forefit some extra money i saved which i planned to use to buy stuff that i really want, to buy that get-up i'm going to wear.haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The event is in about a month's time, so i still have a long time more to think. so i'm not panicing just yet... just complaining. hahaha. i guess going isn't really that bad... just that i was put off by the fact that i need to go and buy something to wear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16886615-112894566989145742?l=trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com/feeds/112894566989145742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16886615&amp;postID=112894566989145742&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16886615/posts/default/112894566989145742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16886615/posts/default/112894566989145742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-have-to-go-for-my-resturants-annual.html' title=''/><author><name>annoneemous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07248419899623440858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16886615.post-112886407814217915</id><published>2005-10-10T14:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T21:21:18.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was the cutest day ever. there was this small little girl at work(customer) with her parents. when i went there to take their order(from her parents of course), she asked me to talk to her instead of talkng her parents orders. that was so cute. i think she was only 5 years old. Then when i was billing their table cos they had finished their meal, she asked me if i was going to give her a lollipop cos she didn't make a mess of the place and she didn't keep fidgiting. i sure did give her one!!!! she was so adorable!... so then when dad was paying for the meal at the cashier, mum and the little girl sat waiting at the table... and mum suddenly pointed out to me that there was a couple with a dog who just came and sat down at one of the tables in front, cos the dog had little black doggie boots. again, so cute!... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... ... i didn't see the owners of the dog cos i was busy and only saw the cute dog with the little time i could spare(shows you i was really busy). When i was sent to serve the food to the couple with the dog, as you should be able to guess by now, i recognised the couple... the lady was... my sec 5 literature teacher!!!! but she didn't recognise me. So i anti-socially decided not to tell her and kept a low profile, cos i don't think i was really in her good books. when i purposely want there to refill their tea, she stilll didn't recognise me... oh well, i guess i'd have been weird if she did recognise me... what if she asked me how much i got for my lit? should i tell her i totally screwed it up and got a C6?... and i guess she would be dissappointed cos she put so much effort into making FANTASTIC notes for us.. i guess it was for the best that she didn't know it was me. When she finally was going to leave, i decided to shout to her"bye, Mrs Tan!" cos she was waiting about 3 meters away from the front door, while her husband was paying.. and to my dissappointment, it showed that she really didn't have the slightest inkling deep down inside her that she recognised me. i think she thought that i was shouting a "good bye" or "have a nice day" phrase in japanese.. like what they do in other japanese resturaunts. Oh well.. hahaha.  it was an interesting day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16886615-112886407814217915?l=trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com/feeds/112886407814217915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16886615&amp;postID=112886407814217915&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16886615/posts/default/112886407814217915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16886615/posts/default/112886407814217915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com/2005/10/today-was-cutest-day-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>annoneemous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07248419899623440858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16886615.post-112875135055331445</id><published>2005-10-09T04:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T14:02:30.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I went for dental today to get a 3 minute dental treatment. short right? it's cos my 'power chain' broke, so i had to get it replaced. i have no idea how it broke but i think it was because i was eating a plum and i wasn't careful and bit the seed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a love affair with Ffffruits!!! love them, hard to hate them. they're so extremely juicy and tasty. Something so natural, so preservative free, tastes so good! all that goodness packed into something from as small as a blueberry to as big as a watermelon. MMMmmmm! drool. i could live on fruits alone for the rest of my life. (i really go off point easily... can see right!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i suddenly have this urge to go to te esplanade library and borrow DVDs to watch. i've got nothing to do when i'm at home, but too bad my sister's membership expired last month so i can't, even if i wanted to. i love that black box, but i love going out more. but i can't go out everyday. i'll go broke. i also can't find people to go out with me everyday. oh well. work then, which reminds me, i better get going.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16886615-112875135055331445?l=trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com/feeds/112875135055331445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16886615&amp;postID=112875135055331445&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16886615/posts/default/112875135055331445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16886615/posts/default/112875135055331445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-went-for-dental-today-to-get-3.html' title=''/><author><name>annoneemous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07248419899623440858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16886615.post-112867971144417097</id><published>2005-10-08T09:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T18:08:31.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think i'm getting bored of working... been working at S.Tei since 12 Janurary 2005 i think, that means i've been working there for close to 10 months already. Maybe i'll stop when school starts, maybe, don't know, mabe not, cos i'm a well known fickle minded person. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got a $4 tip today... the second time i've gotten a tip since i started working there, but the first time i got a tip(if i remember correctly it was $2) was when i was still a trainee.. and was really ignorant, so i put in the tips box. This time i'm more greedy, so i kept it. They gave it to ME means it's for ME right? Muah hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working there has made me grow fatter(eat eat eat when they clear the belt at 10pm), and more muscular(from carrying the big basin of dirty &lt;strong&gt;ceremic and glass&lt;/strong&gt; plates and cups), which i find really irritating cos i think my arms are humongous now. it also made me constantly speak chinese, which i still really hate, cos of my angmoh accent(i don't know how to change it cos i don't know what i'm pronouncing wrong). oh well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw someone that reminded me of Austin Powers today. It wasn't because he had bad teeth(cos he didn't), but somehow the face shape and the way the eyebrows grew and all... the asian Austin Powers. hahaha. i'm being so evil now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so bored now. just realised that all i'm doing during this holidays is work and go shopping. that is really boring. earn money any spend money. viscous cycle. I'm really dying to do something else, like maybe go to a chalet(went to one last week, really enjoyed it), ice skating, or just do ANYTHING fun with my friends(besides shopping). Sick of shopping... but whoever wants to go, i still don't mind... beats staying home and doing nothing like now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16886615-112867971144417097?l=trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com/feeds/112867971144417097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16886615&amp;postID=112867971144417097&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16886615/posts/default/112867971144417097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16886615/posts/default/112867971144417097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-think-im-getting-bored-of-working.html' title=''/><author><name>annoneemous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07248419899623440858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16886615.post-112745513037130133</id><published>2005-09-24T05:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T13:58:50.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Exams are over! hooray!  and now is the start of my long awaited holidays. Ahhh....The papers ended on wednesday, so on thursday(yesterday), we went to sentosa to catch some sun for tanning, but guess what? it rained the entire day!! it didn't stop. when we thought it was going to stop, it got heavier. In stead, we went to eat the Sakae Sushi buffet there(the girl who served us was so polite, even when we ordered so much food from her... she really made our dining there enjoyable). haha. so much for impromtu wet weather plans. Oh well, maybe it's was a blessing in disguise right? so yesterday didn't increase our chances of getting skin cancer. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here starts my holidays, nothing to do(sit at home, slack, watch TV and grow fat), going out(spend $$), going to work(earn $$)... looks like school doesn't seem so bad after all. only when we don't have exams that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today me and my friend were supposed to go to some place in Ngee Ann City for some thing which i'm not really sure what.Cos the other day we were walking out of the WH shop in Taka, then out of the blue this lady popped up from i-have-no-idea-where, and started telling us about dunno what " our company does make up for stars like Fiona Xie..."... "we are not one of those companies that lure people in and ask them to buy expensive make up.... or pay for things they can't afford...". So frankly speaking, i have no idea what that was all about. she was so persistent on getting our numbers, so we just gave it to her. since Sentosa drained our energy out, we couldn't be bothered to go today... cos we don't know what it is about and this thing surely would have a few strings attached one. hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16886615-112745513037130133?l=trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com/feeds/112745513037130133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16886615&amp;postID=112745513037130133&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16886615/posts/default/112745513037130133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16886615/posts/default/112745513037130133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com/2005/09/exams-are-over-hooray-and-now-is-start.html' title=''/><author><name>annoneemous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07248419899623440858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16886615.post-112712292241955544</id><published>2005-09-19T16:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T17:49:09.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok... i seriously don't know what to say... should i say like..."this is my first entry on my new blog... so i dunno what to say" but that sounds so lame!&lt;br /&gt;Any way, i decided to start a new blog cos the other one was(---). nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;The only reason why i use the computer is to chat and do work... other than that i prefer going out of the house, i get fidgity. Which is reason for the existence of this blog. To take all my nonsence and keep me occupied(maybe to practice my typing sills too hahaha).&lt;br /&gt;i shall change the skin soon..(secret is, i don't know how to read computer language.. someone tell me how? hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;since i don't know what to say, i'll say... (yeah yeah you should know)Whatever. hahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my anatomy exam today, and we didn't know we could look at the paper before the paper actually started... hahaha so the examiner was like "you guys first time take exam is it?. Check that you have the correct number of pages means you can also look at the question". Honestly, i didn't know that. But the truth is, it IS the first time i am taking the exam in poly (the other time is not counted cos i walked in just as the paper started), so i didn't know if we could look through. we learn something new everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't really remember everything i studied, but come on, who can? when i came out of the room i felt as if my brains were dripping with info... that i didn't use(means i studied alot of stuff that didn't come out:( oh well).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16886615-112712292241955544?l=trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com/feeds/112712292241955544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16886615&amp;postID=112712292241955544&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16886615/posts/default/112712292241955544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16886615/posts/default/112712292241955544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashtripetwaddle.blogspot.com/2005/09/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>annoneemous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07248419899623440858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
