<?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-3733207025995680894</id><updated>2012-02-15T10:31:01.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG little devil escaped</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>huiqi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15832054247192460645</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>128</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3733207025995680894.post-2893795428097301633</id><published>2012-02-12T00:53:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-12T01:11:52.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet NONO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;HEHE. Dear bloggie, meet the newest cutie to my collection: NONO! The cutie that looks at you with huge forlorn eyes that make your heart melt like chocolate in your mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough said. I'll just show off Nono.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707925742050812706" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NYoA1qkG09E/TzagOHM_IyI/AAAAAAAAAWw/hQGxxUVDPys/s320/nono1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707924861223551074" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AJWje7ZlolY/Tzafa13ZwGI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/cqoLp8iAEDk/s320/nono2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707925401917405106" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_b66SdVXqus/Tzaf6UG3N7I/AAAAAAAAAWk/GbL9OL4V7q4/s320/nono3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707925145342615394" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_e00nI_tCME/TzafrYSqn2I/AAAAAAAAAWY/s1qZuEd4EG0/s320/2011-12-27%2B22.24.30.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 241px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707924590047548098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dwt8sdLH1kc/TzafLDqAUsI/AAAAAAAAAWA/nJEV7NUJ4HU/s320/nono5.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;CUTE HUH. I got it as a birthday present. Since it doesn't like the bottle, I hung him by the window. LOL. Now it can't get down. HAHAHA. Alrights, I'm sorry, I'm taking really good care of it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;Cheers~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3733207025995680894-2893795428097301633?l=little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/feeds/2893795428097301633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3733207025995680894&amp;postID=2893795428097301633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/2893795428097301633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/2893795428097301633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/2012_02_01_archive.html#2893795428097301633' title='Meet NONO'/><author><name>huiqi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15832054247192460645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NYoA1qkG09E/TzagOHM_IyI/AAAAAAAAAWw/hQGxxUVDPys/s72-c/nono1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3733207025995680894.post-7637160557318904177</id><published>2012-02-10T13:15:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-12T01:14:29.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspire me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I know I seem to have a lot of free time nowadays. RIGHTO! My work has been quite slack recently, and I don't know what to do to let time pass abit more mercifully. So I thought I would just blog cos at least a few hours would be gone. =.= Yeah. I take that long to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 106px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 116px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707377173959495490" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SS1pfgsCEZ0/TzStTP0HT0I/AAAAAAAAAV0/6UqRKYRkLIE/s320/slowpoke.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I'm not a slowpoke ok! I'm not that ugly. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason is because I would scan through for spelling errors, check and see if my sentence structure is correct (all bullshit I know, LOL). Re-read and re-edit until I'm satisfied. Then maybe in a fit of madness, delete the entire post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrights! Change topic! I was randomly browsing through websites, and I came across a site with lots of pretty good quotes. Some inspirational, some funny, and I thought I should post a few nice ones up to motivate and inspire myself to work harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"I'm the one that's got to die when it's time for me to die, so let me live my life the way I want to.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-Jim Hendrix&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;“It is better to be hated for what you are than loved for what you are not.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-Andre Gide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;“The most important thing is to enjoy your life—to be happy—it's all that matters.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-Audrey Hepburn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;“If cats looked like frogs we'd realize what nasty, cruel little bastards they are. Style. That's what people remember.”&lt;/span&gt; -Terry Pratchet, Lords &amp;amp; Ladies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;“Live to the point of tears.”&lt;/span&gt; -Albert Camus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;“When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different. You know that your name is safe in their mouth.”&lt;/span&gt; -Jess C. Scott, 1:The Intern&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;“I've got nothing to do today but smile.”&lt;/span&gt; -Simon &amp;amp; Garfunkel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;“The trouble with being in the rat race is that even if you win, you're still a rat.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-Lily Tomlin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;“If you end up with a boring miserable life because you listened to your mom, your dad, your teacher, your priest, or some guy on television telling you how to do your shit, then you deserve it.”&lt;/span&gt; -Frank Zappa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;“We don't see things as they are, we see them as we are.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-Anais Nin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought provoking right? LOL. There are more quotes, but I can't possibly post all. That's crazy! Yep, that's about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Cheers~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3733207025995680894-7637160557318904177?l=little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/feeds/7637160557318904177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3733207025995680894&amp;postID=7637160557318904177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/7637160557318904177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/7637160557318904177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/2012_02_01_archive.html#7637160557318904177' title='Inspire me'/><author><name>huiqi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15832054247192460645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SS1pfgsCEZ0/TzStTP0HT0I/AAAAAAAAAV0/6UqRKYRkLIE/s72-c/slowpoke.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3733207025995680894.post-1150383645228346763</id><published>2012-02-09T10:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T10:01:12.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Face!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Heh! I just changed the background for my blog. Nice? Looks plain though, but I'm working on it. Added some things to my blog. Well, I think it's an achievement for a techno-idiot like me, so it doesn't seem so bad. Quite fun actually, and I'm thinking of changing the banner too. Once I got a rough idea, I'll change it. -.- Unfortunately, I still can't decide what to put.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like the background actually. Reminds me of strawberry ice-cream with dark chocolate bits in it. YUMMY! ;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Cheers~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3733207025995680894-1150383645228346763?l=little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/feeds/1150383645228346763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3733207025995680894&amp;postID=1150383645228346763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/1150383645228346763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/1150383645228346763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/2012_02_01_archive.html#1150383645228346763' title='New Face!'/><author><name>huiqi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15832054247192460645</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-3733207025995680894.post-8992846329137801996</id><published>2012-01-10T17:18:00.023+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T16:08:20.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hate' em Lists</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IMwUeGNGmrc/Tx_Ii2dRnmI/AAAAAAAAAUI/ynM-IMXDhjw/s1600/angry1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701496154333748834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 116px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 116px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IMwUeGNGmrc/Tx_Ii2dRnmI/AAAAAAAAAUI/ynM-IMXDhjw/s320/angry1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Since I got nothing to do, I thought I would just blog about random stuff. Like say, the ten things that irritates the shit out of me. I'm an easy-going person, heh, although nasty people would call it indecisiveness. But there are some things that would just piss me off. Like, for instance,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) tiis kindd of twit language, wiich make miie angrys bcos ii dun fuckingg understand waat de heck ppl r toking abt. iit takez skiiLL to wriitez tiis atchali. -.- aand ii stiLL haven figurez out hows. &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;euu noe hw? tiich miie.&lt;/span&gt; And I'll teach you the proper way to write and spell English sentences and words.&lt;br /&gt;Another thing, I'm fine with people using lah, lor, hor, ah, cos I use them too. But the one word I seriously can't stand is wor. It kind of gets on my nerves for eg. &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;nvr jio miie worz&lt;/span&gt;. It has this actsy-cutesy ring to it. It's disturbing to see some guys using it. As long as I don't see it in my text messages, I think I don't mind. AND DON"T EVER REFER TO YOURSELF IN THIRD-PARTY. It's disturbing and utterly disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Queue-cutters. YEAH. THEY'RE EVERYWHERE. I know I cut queue once in a while (unintentional of course), but it just pisses me off. I still remembered I was queue-ing for lunch, and this woman about my age I think, look pretty and all, just cut my queue like that. Oh course I'm mad! You think pretty girls can just cut my queue like that?! Then I should have done it all the time right. LOL. And I was contemplating whether I should trip her when she walked away. I know I know. Evil of me. Don't ever cut my queue, especially when I'm buying food. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Escalators Blockage. Many a time, when I'm about to step on the escalators, the people in front of me will suddenly pause in their tracks. Don't ask me. Maybe they think escalators are sacred objects, so must think carefully whether to go down into hell, or up to the heavens. -.- Then they chicken out and try to turn back, but there's already a throng of crowd trying to trample on them. Yeah, these inconsiderate people will just stop right in front of the escalator and think. When there are people behind waiting for them to make up their minds. Really really inconsiderate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Bad services. Yesh, there are two kinds of services I detest. The first is poor service attitude. They give you the loan-shark faces, and serve you unwillingly. The worst kind are the ones that treat you like a piece of glass. I still remembered I went to a particular cake shop, cos the cakes there seem quite nice. So when I was about to order my cake, the guy behind the counter looked at me and turn away and continue flirting with another female staff at the counter. That female staff saw me too, and conveniently turned away. -.- I know lah, I'm not wearing a LV dress, not carrying a Prada bag, but I think I can still afford a bloody slice of cake?? I think that time I complained a bit too loudly, even the people next to my table looked at me, and I think the staff heard it too. LOL. The other staff services were quite good though, still can recommend other cakes to try in the future. HEH. The second kind is harcore selling tactic. The over-zealous shopkeepers that stalk you from one end of the shop to the other end. I'm really surprised they didn't trail me out of the shop. Some will recommend lots and lots of stuff, while the rest will follow you behind quietly, lasering your back with their Cyclops eyes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Peak hour. -.- I HATE IT. OMG. IT IS A NIGHTMARE. The MRT station will be squeezy, MRT trains packed. Buses will be full. Traffic jams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Dirty toilets. You know, toilets that have toilet paper strewn all over the floor, toilet bowls unflushed and exhibiting the remains of the food and the puddles of unidentified liquid on the floor with a suspicious stench. Apparently, some people are not toilet-trained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Cheekopeks. -.- If I have a gun, I'll shoot them all. LOL. I still remember I was walking home after school, and this coughsonofabitchcough old man came up to me with a sickening grin, and ask me if I'm going home. And I just stared at him speechless and shocked. Then he walked off laughing to himself. LIKE WTF, seriously? You can get a kick out of that? Anothe one actually showed me his friggin' dentures. I went home and complain to my dad. LOL. My dad says he's gonna punch the old man's dentures out next time. HEH. But seriously, already got one foot in the coffin still can be horny, why not use that energy to get the second foot into the coffin and die? -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Getting up early in the morning. Yeahha. It's a complete pain in the ass, getting up at some ungodly hour just to go to work or go to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Unbreakable chocolate. You know, when you wanna snack on something sweet, and take out a bar of chocolates from the fridge, take a bite and break your jaw. -.- My family used to keep chocolates in the freezer. And it actually took a few years and a few broken jaws before someone with brains (me, of course) started putting chocolates in the lower compartment of the fridge. Before that, we always had to karate-chop the chocolates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Instruction manuals. Since when do they ever work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gee, I finally finished a super long blogpost. HEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;Cheers~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3733207025995680894-8992846329137801996?l=little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/feeds/8992846329137801996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3733207025995680894&amp;postID=8992846329137801996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/8992846329137801996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/8992846329137801996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/2012_01_01_archive.html#8992846329137801996' title='Hate&apos; em Lists'/><author><name>huiqi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15832054247192460645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IMwUeGNGmrc/Tx_Ii2dRnmI/AAAAAAAAAUI/ynM-IMXDhjw/s72-c/angry1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3733207025995680894.post-1952242441507286953</id><published>2012-01-02T20:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T21:20:01.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year~</title><content type='html'>Happy New Year! It's already 2012. Second day actually. Gee, that's fast. In just a blink of the eye, another year has come and gone. Time sure stops for no one. Well, if anyone still has any unfulfilled dreams from the past years, it's a brand new start to try putting the dreams into reality. Afterall, new year brings new hopes, and of course new clothes, new bags, new shoes, new laptop...oops. I'm still as materialistic as ever. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to topic, I had a pretty memorable new year celebration with my secondary school friends, umm, not exactly new year since we celebrated a day earlier. But hell yeah, who cares. LOL. And I really really enjoyed it. ;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a like a sleepover party. We brought games, sneaked in drinks, bought snacks just for the big night. xD Let's see, we played Black Jack, learnt how to play Indian Poker, charades (my favourite game), truth or dare, Donkey and watched movies. Heh, I managed to stay awake the whole night~ *head inflating*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, and we had girls' talk. ;D You know, the kind with lights out, music playing in the background, everybody tucked in cosily in bed and exchanging stories. Really really memorable, cos it's not a thing you can do with all your girlfriends. Then it was time for breakfast at Mac. And we didn't even bother to wash up, just headed down to Mac like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking and laughing, spending a day with your friends is a really awesome thing. I just love my girlfriends. xD Awww~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for this year, let me set the things I want to achieved by this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Be less forgetful.&lt;br /&gt;2) More direction-savvy.&lt;br /&gt;3) Have another sleepover, chalet, hotel stay. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;4) Eat all the good food. Oo.&lt;br /&gt;5) Work hard and play doubly hard.&lt;br /&gt;6) Watch more movies! HAHA. So I don't seem so deprived. xD&lt;br /&gt;7) Learn shuffling... -.- seems cool...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it. Of course there's more, but I can't recall now. -.- So much for wanting to be less forgetful. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Cheers~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3733207025995680894-1952242441507286953?l=little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/feeds/1952242441507286953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3733207025995680894&amp;postID=1952242441507286953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/1952242441507286953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/1952242441507286953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/2012_01_01_archive.html#1952242441507286953' title='Happy New Year~'/><author><name>huiqi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15832054247192460645</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-3733207025995680894.post-2629969307571308351</id><published>2011-12-25T22:41:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T23:47:24.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MERRY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;CHRISTMAS&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I just want to take this chance to tell you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I FOUND MY LAPPIE!! HAHAHA. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Actually, I found it hidden under a pile of books on the ironing board. &lt;em&gt;What's my lappie doing on the ironing board?&lt;/em&gt; -.- I don't know. It wants to be ironed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yeap, it's Christmas. I wonder how others celebrated their christmas. Whether it's with your family, friends, loved ones, or by yourself, just know that you are still loved in one way or another. ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyways, I celebrated mine with my family. Kekeke, a trip to Ajisen. xD My stomach feels so satisfied now. By the way, they took out my beloved silverfish dish. -.- Daaamn sad. LOL. They got mochi though, or was it inside for a looong time and I didn't notice? *shrugs* Not that I really care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyways, my dad told us about mummy's story today. Her life story to be exact. -.- Erm, for your info, my mum's still alive. Just that she didn't join us cos apprently she doesn't like outside food much. So my dad decided to entertain us with her life story. Interesting, and abit unreal, cos living in a sheltered life, I just cannot imagine people living in poverty. Nor can I understand how people can survive in those conditions. Maybe I can give thanks for a decent roof over my head, enough food to eat, having people care for me and guide me through, and bumping through life without much (serious) accidents. -.- I'm really thankful for that.&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, now I'm starting to sound really sentimental. This isn't good. It's a sign of old age. HORRORS! LOL. Alright, back to the childish me. HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Is it still too late to write a letter to Santa? Cos I got a long wish list~ xD Oh well...guess it's worth a try.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Dear Santa,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;First of all, I would like to wish you a Merry Christmas. I know this is a busy season for you, with so many presents to deliver in so little time. But I can't really sympathize with you cos you only work once a year! -.- Is it because you take the remaining time to maintain your beer belly to look jolly? Must be then, cos you look real good and handsome with a whole-red suit and hat &lt;em&gt;(is that the pyjamas hat you wear to bed too?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;LOL. OOOPS. I think I shouldn't write anymore letter. It seems like I ended up insulting Santa instead... -.- HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Alright. I think I should end here. I don't wanna get a beating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I think I am slowly understanding the meaning of love&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Cheerios~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3733207025995680894-2629969307571308351?l=little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/feeds/2629969307571308351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3733207025995680894&amp;postID=2629969307571308351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/2629969307571308351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/2629969307571308351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/2011_12_01_archive.html#2629969307571308351' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>huiqi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15832054247192460645</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-3733207025995680894.post-970555615891679345</id><published>2011-12-23T13:56:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T15:26:56.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOHO -.-</title><content type='html'>ERM-HEM. DEAR BLOGGIE, I'M BACK. No, of course I didn't die, neither did I got lost on a mountain and devoured by a lion. I was just a little...busy. Ok, and maybe a little bit lazy too. HAHA. The truth is, I couldn't find my laptop (it's a notebook actually). -.- Honestly. I don't know where it went. So right now, I'm typing away using my office's desktop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see, Christmas is coming. Then it's New Year, then Chinese New Year. Holidays seem to be queue-ing up very nicely. -.- Well, at least it's time for a good rest. HAHA. Think i need a short vacation badly. A trip to an isolated, unpopulated and deserted island would be ideal. Oh, throw in a few cute guys too, and I won't be coming back to Singapore. ;D LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, let's see where I've been to for the past few months. -.- A few memorable ones are, haha, a hotel stay with my friends. ;D It was really fun. I would love to go into details, unfortunately, I don't have pictures with me. It's inside the camera. -.- Yeah, I didn't manage to upload onto my lappie...it's too tedious! And my lappie is MIA now, so...too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went for the Halloween Nights in Sentosa. I'm pretty impressed, the costumes were really realistic, the place was well-decorated. Really got the Halloween atmosphere. It would be quite nice, except for the fact that it was real crowded, and not to mention that it rained halfway. Totally a spoiler. D; (Pictures are still in my camera as well) -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught movies like Puss-in-boots. I like it. ;D It's really adorable. But yeah, the Humpty Dumpty was some ugly shit. Pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689210290357518610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 127px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 98px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZnOtZNeBXqU/TvQinclBwRI/AAAAAAAAAT8/i6I2CB5VAf8/s320/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was why I wanted to watch Puss-in-boots in the first place. Too-hard-to-resist-cuteness. ;D LOL&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok, it's kinda boring right now, and I'm just waiting for the magic signal to go home. Guess the holiday season is getting to me. LOL&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Did I mention I went to the hairdresser and ask her to cut bangs for me? It was an impulsive decision. -.- Yes, so now I have bangs. Woohoo. I thought it would be a nice change for once. I haven't had bangs ever since primary school. But yeah, I'm one of the few in which bangs just don't look flattering on me. Har. Har. Har. -.- And all I want to do now is to find a dark corner and hide. *sob sob*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;HAHA. That's about it I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Cheerios~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3733207025995680894-970555615891679345?l=little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/feeds/970555615891679345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3733207025995680894&amp;postID=970555615891679345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/970555615891679345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/970555615891679345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/2011_12_01_archive.html#970555615891679345' title='HOHO -.-'/><author><name>huiqi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15832054247192460645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZnOtZNeBXqU/TvQinclBwRI/AAAAAAAAAT8/i6I2CB5VAf8/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3733207025995680894.post-3876779858129098459</id><published>2011-07-31T22:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T22:56:45.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I was here</title><content type='html'>You'll notice me,&lt;br /&gt;I'll be leaving my mark like initials carved&lt;br /&gt;In an old oak tree, you wait and see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll write like Twain wrote,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll paint like Van Gogh,&lt;br /&gt;Cure the common cold, I don't know&lt;br /&gt;But I'm ready to start cos I know in my heart,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna do something that matters, say something different,&lt;br /&gt;Something that sets the whole world on its ear,&lt;br /&gt;I wanna do something better with the time I've been given,&lt;br /&gt;I wanna try to touch a few hearts in this life,&lt;br /&gt;Leave nothing less than something that says&lt;br /&gt;I was here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll prove you wrong,&lt;br /&gt;If you think I'm all talk, you're in for a shock,&lt;br /&gt;Cos this dream's too strong and before too long,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll compose symphonies,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll fight for world peace,&lt;br /&gt;Cos I know it's my destiny&lt;br /&gt;To leave more than a trace of myself in this place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna do something that matters, say something different,&lt;br /&gt;Something that sets the world on its ear,&lt;br /&gt;I wanna do something better with the time I've been given,&lt;br /&gt;I wanna try touch a few hearts in this life,&lt;br /&gt;Leave nothing less than something that says&lt;br /&gt;I was here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know that I,&lt;br /&gt;I'll do more than just pass through this life,&lt;br /&gt;I'll leave nothing less than something that says&lt;br /&gt;I was here.&lt;br /&gt;I was here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was here- Lady Antebellum&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, something nice to close the month of July. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Cheerios~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3733207025995680894-3876779858129098459?l=little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3733207025995680894.post-2791993430850279964</id><published>2011-07-18T18:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T18:38:42.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A moment of silence, please</title><content type='html'>YEEAAHH! I've finally ended my ultra-looong five-month contract. Erh, not exactly ended, cos technically, I'm on leave. BUT HELL YEAH! I'm &lt;strong&gt;FREE&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, honestly, time does seem to fly when I'm working, although it does seem to crawl at times. I mean, look! It's already mid-July! And I have to admit, I do miss my job. [Awww, shucks. *sob sob*]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. Sentimental me. *shakes head* WELL, anyway, I have learnt so much from my job, like communication-wise, I've learnt to be a better listener to all the bullshit some parents came up with. And I think my EQ is so high that if you built a stair with it, you'll reach the heavens. No kidding. Sighs, and of course there are customers who actually told me to speak louder. [indignant face] I think the problem lies in their ears. ._. PFFFTT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. Think I'm going abit crazy here. Yep, and did I mention I'm feeling jet-lagged nowadays? No shit, I'm serious. Yep, guess how I spend my days? EAT, SLEEP, EAT, SLEEP. Yesh, the classic lifestyle of a pig. YEAH! Everytime I look at my clock expecting it to be 5pm, and it turns out only to be 1+ pm. =.= And I'm already feeling completely zonked out, ready to climb back into bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naturally, it's also time to find another job. =.= Problem is I don't exactly know what kind of job I want. Admin? I'll go crazy, and the next place I'm heading is the IMH. Customer service? I might as well be a murderer. Teaching? You wouldn't want to imagine what's going to happen to the students. Sales? Involves handling customers, so NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I was thinking of applying for a cleaner's job. Just for fun's sake. ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I think I need serious career advice)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Cheerios~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3733207025995680894-2791993430850279964?l=little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/feeds/2791993430850279964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3733207025995680894&amp;postID=2791993430850279964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/2791993430850279964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/2791993430850279964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/2011_07_01_archive.html#2791993430850279964' title='A moment of silence, please'/><author><name>huiqi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15832054247192460645</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-3733207025995680894.post-1401682177995071004</id><published>2011-05-31T21:35:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T22:20:46.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HHEEEE-YAAAAA! KUNGFU PANDA~</title><content type='html'>Heh. I know this post came a tad too late. Well, I had a reeeeally good reason ok, I was busy. Busy with work of course. Anyways, I finally met up with my secondary school pals after such a looong time. :D Happy happy~ It's always nice to meet up and catch up with one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And we head to West Coast Park to actually celebrate Vicky's birthday and Sally's real belated birthday. HAHA. It's awesome. Although we had to change locations a few times because of the wet grass [it made our pants wet] and toads and a squirrel [I think] that keeps chucking eaten fruits down from the tree and then we finally ended up in Mac, I have to say, the picnic went quite well. LOL. The scenery nearing the evening is really beautiful, so I took a few pictures, but then it got too dark to take anymore pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613616447793685986" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XYWfDmUJeew/TeeSasQIZeI/AAAAAAAAASU/d9OCNJLQO7c/s320/2011-05-21%2B18.29.05.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sighs. It's so peaceful there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613617797471872434" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K_DSL0WsrP4/TeeTpQMfJbI/AAAAAAAAASc/VsqjDYxjHT4/s320/2011-05-21%2B18.29.22.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the georgeous sunset~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613618319407616002" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HGpwiBOHfgE/TeeUHojqkAI/AAAAAAAAASs/5Me-GBsINnw/s320/2011-05-21%2B18.30.02.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sorry, just have to show off my new slippers. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613619861328479058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SRwlm-s3NAA/TeeVhYqPw1I/AAAAAAAAAS0/7rffJiP-37A/s320/2011-05-21%2B19.35.47.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The night sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613620356447692962" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Fb4fwLuNjFQ/TeeV-NH3aKI/AAAAAAAAAS8/b3RSR8etA-A/s320/2011-05-21%2B19.36.43.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The Birthday Cake! :D YUM YUM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Yup, and that sums up nicely yet another lovely day. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And I finally found time to catch a movie. And my choice of movie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;KUNFU PANDA 2!!! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Actually, I sort of watched the Kunfu Panda 1 on Channel 5 and it was so hilarious that I couldn't stop laughing. I love the Master Shifu, he's so adorable! So I decided by hook or by crook, I must watch the second movie. And I didn't regret it. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 228px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613624065131439842" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VdhHrS9N0eo/TeeZWFC-ZuI/AAAAAAAAATM/R-0QRheSIOo/s320/Kung%2BFu%2BPanda%2B2%2BMovie.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second movie was just as exciting and hilarious. Though I don't know why there isn't much people who really laughed. =.= No sense of humor at all. There were much more action in it. Gosh, the peacock was so graceful despite being the baddy, I love seeing it fight. *swoons* And judging by the ending, I suppose there would be a KUNFU PANDA 3 coming out. :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Wanna know what's the ending? HEHE, I'm not going to say. Anyways, I think this movie is really awesome with great animations. And the panda actually learnt new kungfu skills! Sad thing is I wished the peacock hasn't die cos he's so graceful. D;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Cheerios~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3733207025995680894-1401682177995071004?l=little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/feeds/1401682177995071004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3733207025995680894&amp;postID=1401682177995071004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/1401682177995071004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/1401682177995071004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/2011_05_01_archive.html#1401682177995071004' title='HHEEEE-YAAAAA! KUNGFU PANDA~'/><author><name>huiqi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15832054247192460645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XYWfDmUJeew/TeeSasQIZeI/AAAAAAAAASU/d9OCNJLQO7c/s72-c/2011-05-21%2B18.29.05.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3733207025995680894.post-1953734011149698167</id><published>2011-05-15T21:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T22:28:38.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mind Your Language!</title><content type='html'>So much things, so little time! Alright, dear bloggie, I'm here to pour out all my woes to you. ;D Misery loves company. BUAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. That sounds evil. Anyway, I realised my weekends are always ruined. RUINED. Nowadays I realised I always spend my weekends sulking, blood pressure rising. Not good for my health, not good at all. *shakes head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clearly, there are just some people whom you just &lt;strong&gt;CANNOT&lt;/strong&gt; get along with. And that's the sad reality of life, and it leaves me questioning about many things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, let's put it this way, in the course of my 5-month spartan training, I have seen people who are&lt;br /&gt;1) unreasonable&lt;br /&gt;2) inconsiderate and rude&lt;br /&gt;3) vindictive and malicious&lt;br /&gt;4) and the list goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I mean, to be fair, you see these kinds of pitiful beings everywhere, but what really gets me riled up is the number 3 on the list. Vindictive and malicious. These kind of people, they really can think of anything and everything to say. And I seriously wonder why these people's mouths haven't rot and wilt and drop to the floor yet, so that they won't be able to talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't blame these kind of people. Cos they are born like that, you know, some people are born in such a way that their brains and mouths are not wired together, so the mouth is actually another independent &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;being&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;...umm...would &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; be more appropriate? LOL. Alright, does that sounds malicious too? HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is why can't people just exercise some consideration before they speak? Talking may be free, but the things is once uttered, words can't be taken back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There's a difference between being straight-forward and being pure malicious. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, anyways, one of the admin at my workplace actually introduced me to a show which I'm getting very addicted to. It's called "Mind your language". It's actually a pretty old comedy show, probably first aired around in the 1970s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 321px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 263px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606948512336277010" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZL7ukm6rejI/Tc_h9w-1bhI/AAAAAAAAASM/G2Js9tjIOfg/s320/mind%2Byour%2Blanguage.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's actually set in a classroom, with a teacher called Mr Brown trying to teach foreign students who came from all over the world English Language, with hilarious consequences when misunderstanding occurs due to the students' poor understanding. It's not bad, I laughed alot although it contains lots of stereotypes. Not to mention there were lots of political, racial and religious references, definitely not for someone without a sense of humor. HAHA. My favourite character is the teacher and the Italian bartender who hardly speaks a word of English. ;D I personally think the teacher's quite cute. *blush blush* Then again, the actor acting as the teacher is already &lt;strong&gt;DEAD&lt;/strong&gt;. LOL. What a pity, *shakes head* , but well, no love lost. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, all I want to say is &lt;strong&gt;MIND YOUR LANGUAGE!&lt;/strong&gt;! HAHAHA. ;D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;Cheerios~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3733207025995680894-1953734011149698167?l=little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/feeds/1953734011149698167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3733207025995680894&amp;postID=1953734011149698167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/1953734011149698167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/1953734011149698167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/2011_05_01_archive.html#1953734011149698167' title='Mind Your Language!'/><author><name>huiqi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15832054247192460645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZL7ukm6rejI/Tc_h9w-1bhI/AAAAAAAAASM/G2Js9tjIOfg/s72-c/mind%2Byour%2Blanguage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3733207025995680894.post-1643640749571488065</id><published>2011-05-12T19:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T04:51:37.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Fast Too Furious</title><content type='html'>Oh well, finally I had some time. ;D Happy happy~ Time to do some update about my life. Let's see. Let's start with my driving lessons. LOL. Honestly speaking, my driving skills is improving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T-R-E-M-E-N-D-O-U-S-L-Y.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. I'm so thick-skinned. Hey, it's the truth ok. My driving instructor doesn't scream now, unlike the past few times. I finally went into the circuit for my previous two lessons. =.= Oh boy oh boy. The S course and the crank course. The thing about driving in circuit is that you can't go fast. cos the place is quite cramped. So I actually had to put my feet on the clutch pedal like for the entire time until I got a leg cramp. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it went pretty well lah, given the fact that I just been there twice. Harhar. The S course was fine, it's the crank course that's giving me the headache. Well, I still remembered I was trying to swerve the car to the direction of the road you know, like how they do it in the movies. I thought I did pretty ok, and I was [honestly] feeling quite smug about it. That was until the windscreen wiper started moving. In broad daylight under the hot sun. It wouldn't be so embarassing if there weren't much cars around. =.= Good thing is that my driving instructor wasn't in the car. Yarh, he actually left me inside the car myself to drive around in the circuit. It was quite fun lah. Hees. Although he came running back after he saw me do the crank course. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, things were pretty decent this week. ;D Hope it stays that way until the weekends. *fingers and toes crossed*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;And I like the reassurance you give in my dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Cheerios~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3733207025995680894-1643640749571488065?l=little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/feeds/1643640749571488065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3733207025995680894&amp;postID=1643640749571488065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/1643640749571488065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/1643640749571488065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/2011_05_01_archive.html#1643640749571488065' title='Too Fast Too Furious'/><author><name>huiqi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15832054247192460645</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-3733207025995680894.post-829141592065827231</id><published>2011-05-05T20:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T21:43:00.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MAY :D</title><content type='html'>MAAAAYYYY. ;D Another month has come and gone. Whooosh. Even before you know it. Let's see, I'm getting my second pay which is why I'm feeling so happy. LOL. My spirits are always high in the first week of the month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, for May, it seems that there is lots of things happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Polling Day on 7 May. [Although I'm not of age to vote yet, but the atmosphere seems really hyped up, especially at my workplace, politics seems to be the favourite subject.] LOL. Maybe it's because I'm probably be voting in a few years' time, so I'm like reading up about the elections and all. Not that I'm been to the rallies, partly cos' I've got no time. Haha. I actually wanted to go for one of the rallies though, think it would be an awesome experience.] And I realised that politics is always a sensitive topic. ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Osama is dead; apparently he was shot. After all the years of speculation. But still I wonder why can't they just arrest him and put him to trial. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, enough of the worldly affairs. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Cheerios~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3733207025995680894-829141592065827231?l=little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/feeds/829141592065827231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3733207025995680894&amp;postID=829141592065827231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/829141592065827231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/829141592065827231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/2011_05_01_archive.html#829141592065827231' title='MAY :D'/><author><name>huiqi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15832054247192460645</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-3733207025995680894.post-3423040268639006771</id><published>2011-04-25T19:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T19:51:22.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emergency? RRRUUUUUUUUNNNN</title><content type='html'>I realised the past few entries is all about me griping about work. LOL. Seems like I'm getting into a load shit full of trouble at work. Haha. Can't help it lah, I think I have an unconscious intense dislike for authority. What's new right? HAHA. But it's alright. I guess I could live with it. Just about two more months to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I had a conversation about emergencies and how prepared we actually are, and I thought it's a pretty good one. LOL. It all starts with the fire emergency drill we all learnt in school. And we were actually debating whether it was useful or not. I have to agree, it's not really that much of a use. All I could remember after each fire drill was that I have been baking under the hot sun for hours and wilting and withering away. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the thing about leaving your valuables and everything behind. Come on man, that's being idealistic. Frankly, if a fire were to break out suddenly, would you leave everything behind and walk out calmly and orderly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can answer that question. No, I wouldn't leave my things behind. I would grab my bag and stuff as much things as I can first. Most importantly, my identification papers, my handphone, laptop, DS, some clothes, as many cables and chargers and of course my money. If I can, I would probably try and save some books too. LOL. I'll probably be charred by then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then afterwards, I will barge out and shove and push my way along like how aunties do it during the Great Singapore Sale. There, so much for the fire drill exercises in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, you can practice it a million gazillion times and when it comes to the rrreal thing, you'll probably be flustered, &lt;strong&gt;'cause there's a real fire flaming your butt&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind about the fire. Let's say if there is a flood, and it has been proven that flooding is possible even in Singapore. Say, is there even a standard procedure to dealing with floods? I suppose it's not as serious as fire right. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so for floods, it would be opposite of fire right? I would do &lt;strong&gt;nothing&lt;/strong&gt;. If it ever floods in my area, I'll probably report sick and don't turn up for work, put on my headphones, blast my music and have a mini party in my room while waiting for the waters to subside. Or I could build a raft from my bed and go kayaking... Hmm....Not a bad idea right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. Anyway, it thought that was a pretty interesting conversation. Think about it. When it comes to emergencies, just how prepared can you get?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Cheerios~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3733207025995680894-3423040268639006771?l=little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/feeds/3423040268639006771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3733207025995680894&amp;postID=3423040268639006771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/3423040268639006771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/3423040268639006771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/2011_04_01_archive.html#3423040268639006771' title='Emergency? RRRUUUUUUUUNNNN'/><author><name>huiqi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15832054247192460645</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-3733207025995680894.post-6681014623792260656</id><published>2011-04-18T22:47:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T23:55:27.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Resignation</title><content type='html'>I'm damn pissed, and that's the reason why I actually took up my precious sleep-time to blog about this. You see, today started fine, until one of the admin received a phone call by the so-called one of the higher-ups. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind, to cut the long story short. Guess what they are kicking a big fuss out of. Me eating during work, or having a tea-break. They actually got the cheek to say we only get &lt;strong&gt;30minutes &lt;/strong&gt;for a meal and we are only entitled to &lt;strong&gt;one meal&lt;/strong&gt; per day. No tea-break. And the thing is this, we work for &lt;strong&gt;8hours&lt;/strong&gt; a day. &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, they expect me to starve lah. How can anyone work with just one pathetic meal? [Anorexics not counted, I'm talking about normal human beings]. I mean seriously lah, they want to pick on me, they got to try harder than this. Eating leh, and I'm eating and doing work at the same time, not like I eat for the entire 8 hours here. What's wrong with that? It's a serious deprivation of human rights. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I asked to speak to that so-called head, she didn't want to speak to me. LOL. And I was so prepared to scold her already. So I'm just gonna wait for that warning letter to be sent to me. And that's when all the fun starts. I'm gonna call the head office and rant at them, photocopy that paper and write to MOM, then shred that warning letter in front of them. I'm serious. Interested audience can come and watch me do it. And it's not just about the eating thing, it's also the working hours too, like we are seriously overworked without any OT payment. You work OT, you cannot claim back the time, but if you come late, you have to pay back the time. Interesting logic right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm serious about writing in to MOM. Just went to their website and I think people should be informed of their rights at work, so that they will not be taken advantage of. I'm not dumb, and neither am I a push-over and easy target to be bullied. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, according to MOM website, it is stated that: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An employee is generally not required to work more than six consecutive hours without a break. However, if the nature of work is such that it must be carried on continuously, an employee may be required to work eight hours continuously. In such an instance, a break or breaks must be given so that employee can have his/her meal(s). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The duration of the break(s) should be &lt;strong&gt;no less than 45 minutes.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. Does that include toilet breaks or not? Anyway. If you work for more than an average of 44 hours a week over a continuous period of 3 weeks, you are eligible for overtime allowance. Let's see arh, I'm working 58 hours per week, and there's no overtime allowance to be claimed. Does that qualify enough to lodge a complain? I think so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I made up my mind. &lt;strong&gt;I'm gonna resign&lt;/strong&gt;. Yarh, I'm spoilt and pampered, and I refuse to take anymore of this shit. The beautiful thing is that if I want to resign, I have to give 2 months' notice plus 1 month salary, or I quit immediately and give them 2 months' salary. Erm, is that against the law too? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'll be giving a party at the end of June. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yarh, enough ranting, I just want a loong shower and sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Tadaa~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3733207025995680894-6681014623792260656?l=little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/feeds/6681014623792260656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3733207025995680894&amp;postID=6681014623792260656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/6681014623792260656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/6681014623792260656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/2011_04_01_archive.html#6681014623792260656' title='Resignation'/><author><name>huiqi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15832054247192460645</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-3733207025995680894.post-517641215314044993</id><published>2011-04-06T12:56:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T14:45:45.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*~iMa mA+eriiALis+ic giirL~*</title><content type='html'>PHEW. Like finally, it's my off-day. So I get to rest and recharge and get ready for battle tomorrow. LOL. It's been so loooong since I last touched my lappie. D; Can't help it cos I'm down for night shifts for the the whole of this month and last month. =.= *groans* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So it's already April. AND I GOT MY FIRST PAY. HIP HIP HOORAY~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I suppose that's the only thing that's rewarding for the work. Money money money. HAHA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Letsee what interesting things I have gathered from my workplace. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1) Science teachers are quirky people. Not in a bad way, I mean, they are quite interesting characters. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So, there's one teacher who asked me to help her photocopy worksheets for the students. &lt;/div&gt;Teacher: My students asked me to go through chemical equilibrium with them. Remember Hess' Law? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Me: Oh...right. I took H1 chem actually.&lt;/div&gt;=.= You probably never seen two people photocopying worksheets together right? And she decided to test my chem knowledge also. Wahlao, she suddenly start rambling so fast, I thought she was rapping some song or what. Then I realised she was asking me some chem question. I nearly died on the spot. And I think I know the teacher's pet phrase already. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"We are always learning."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*shakes head* I didn't know what to say, so I just echoed after her as enthu-ly as I can. [All I want to do was to laugh at her, sorry, that was damn mean] =.= Think my IQ is spiralling downhill. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;There is another one. I think he's the winner for the "Quirky teacher" award. Everytime he photocopies worksheets, the machine always jam for him. It was quite funny to watch him print stuff actually, cos he talks to the machine. You see, everytime the machine jams, it will beep to indicate paper jam. So the teacher got quite fed up, talks to the machine[in dialect] : you beep beep for what, I also don't know what's wrong with you. And then after that he decided to teach me how to deal with paper jam when I already knew how to fix it. =.= Teacher: You open this, then this, then this. Then after that you close it.&lt;/div&gt;Me: Orh. [Got real impatient and slam the thing shut] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Teacher: Nono, wait. [open the thing again] ok, 1, 2, 3 [slam the thing shut] Must close like this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;=.= *face wall* See what I mean? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2) Some parents are seriously schizo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So there's this pair of parents who actually refused to pay up and create a din, then the next time they came, they are like smiling. =.= I never see people who pay money until so happy one. That parent was saying " Money, no problem, sure sure, I pay I pay". =.= EEEHHHH. Freaky. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;OK, enough about work. Heh. I thought with my first pay I should reward myself thoroughly for sticking through such a shitty job. LOL. So I went all the way down to Sim Lim Square for a Nintendo DS. xD So damn happy and hooked to it. I got myself a dark blue colour one. I think that's the only decent colour around there. Red isn't bad, but my sister got a red one already. Haha. I got my sis her real belated prezzie too. Pokemon Heartgold version. Looks quite fun. Think I will buy one for myself too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And umm...I got a bit carried away and got myself another phone. *stares gultily at the bankbook* But the phone is such a beauty. It was love at first sight~ *swoons*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592353180547739122" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tdU2ifPSU_Y/TZwHlpES7fI/AAAAAAAAAR8/tn08pY4I7VQ/s320/CIMG1487.JPG" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So pretty~~ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592353832430471698" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3x4CfVkAi_s/TZwILlhQChI/AAAAAAAAASE/Y_kut1ajYEY/s320/CIMG1486.JPG" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;HEEHEE. xD Damn happy. So materialistic right. Can't help it. Even my title is so twirpy now. HARHAR&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyways, that's about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Cheers~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3733207025995680894-517641215314044993?l=little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/feeds/517641215314044993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3733207025995680894&amp;postID=517641215314044993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/517641215314044993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/517641215314044993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/2011_04_01_archive.html#517641215314044993' title='*~iMa mA+eriiALis+ic giirL~*'/><author><name>huiqi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15832054247192460645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tdU2ifPSU_Y/TZwHlpES7fI/AAAAAAAAAR8/tn08pY4I7VQ/s72-c/CIMG1487.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3733207025995680894.post-5021097942552248083</id><published>2011-03-22T12:24:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T21:24:29.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Work; nothing new. The only thing that is different is I get a scolding from different parents everyday. LOL. Think I'm getting immune to scoldings soon. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parent 1: I'm not happy blah blah blah, I'm not satisfied yaddah yaddah.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ok, I'll feedback to the head office.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Parent 2: I want to talk to the management dah dah dah.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Sure, I'll tell the head office.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha. Truth be told, I'm hardly listening to their complaints anymore. I'm so mean, so evil, but I like it. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MEET THE ADMIN FROM HELL. BUAHAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Honestly, why should I be nice to people who aren't polite and nice to me in the first place? Manners go two-ways, if you are nice, of course I will be nice too. If you are unreasonable and shitty in the first place and expect people to treat you like gold, you can hang yourself somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The good thing about work is I get to meet all kinds of people. I've met a teacher who's quite obsessed with what I'm eating for dinner. =.= And another teacher who want to challenge my height, ask me to put worksheets at the most top locker. Aaaand a hot-shot diva teacher. And another is like a bitching partner; entertained me with subway stories. LOL. Well, at least after hearing about the teacher's experience in subway, I'm feeling much better knowing that there are other horrible jobs out there. xD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t6pUyKDK7uA/TYnxp2LfNNI/AAAAAAAAARs/lvmozIq1Jlg/s1600/2011-03-02%2B21.28.03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587262513950438610" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t6pUyKDK7uA/TYnxp2LfNNI/AAAAAAAAARs/lvmozIq1Jlg/s320/2011-03-02%2B21.28.03.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t6pUyKDK7uA/TYnxp2LfNNI/AAAAAAAAARs/lvmozIq1Jlg/s1600/2011-03-02%2B21.28.03.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hee. SEE MY PRETTY HAIR. :D One of the admin-in-training helped me tie one. She wanted to tie french braids, but she gave up and turned my hair like that. Haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-I7egNa6jXNs/TYnyz24nqEI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Jz_rUjrQ0j0/s1600/2011-03-09%2B21.06.28.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-I7egNa6jXNs/TYnyz24nqEI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Jz_rUjrQ0j0/s1600/2011-03-09%2B21.06.28.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-I7egNa6jXNs/TYnyz24nqEI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Jz_rUjrQ0j0/s1600/2011-03-09%2B21.06.28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587263785450055746" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-I7egNa6jXNs/TYnyz24nqEI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Jz_rUjrQ0j0/s320/2011-03-09%2B21.06.28.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is one gross spelling error. LOL. It's supposed to be &lt;strong&gt;NETS&lt;/strong&gt;, and not &lt;strong&gt;NEST&lt;/strong&gt;. One of senior staff said the spelling error was there for like years, but the head office never bothered to change it. So I suppose they are ok with people bring nests as money to pay then? :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;No Cash? We accept NEST too&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, that's about it lah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Cheerios~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-I7egNa6jXNs/TYnyz24nqEI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Jz_rUjrQ0j0/s1600/2011-03-09%2B21.06.28.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3733207025995680894-5021097942552248083?l=little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/feeds/5021097942552248083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3733207025995680894&amp;postID=5021097942552248083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/5021097942552248083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/5021097942552248083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/2011_03_01_archive.html#5021097942552248083' title=''/><author><name>huiqi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15832054247192460645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t6pUyKDK7uA/TYnxp2LfNNI/AAAAAAAAARs/lvmozIq1Jlg/s72-c/2011-03-02%2B21.28.03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3733207025995680894.post-634723870896589771</id><published>2011-03-13T23:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T00:12:42.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take a guess</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm feeling kinda frustrated about work nowadays. The work is shitty, and so is the working environment there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) boring adminstrative duties; photocopying, stapling the papers together, writing out receipts&lt;br /&gt;2) dealing with unreasonable parents, and there are always chances that you gonna get a lashing from unreasonable parents&lt;br /&gt;3) people there are seriously unfriendly. I really hate every moment there. It's not my fault that your bloody head office decided to employ me despite probably knowing there's gonna be overcrowding. Not happy go complain to the head lah, show me a stupid fucking face for what. The thing is, I don't mind quitting, you guys can pay the penalty for me lah. Like seriously. =.=&lt;br /&gt;5) dealing with unreasonable teachers. I'm serious. Some teachers are really warped and screwed in their heads. Mood swings and all. Better stay away from me man. I have had enough of people with drastic mood swings in my life. Go see a shrink.&lt;br /&gt;6) place is seriously cramped up. I don't get to move around much.&lt;br /&gt;7) working hours is shit. Weekends are burnt, which means I have to work on weekends too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yarh, so I think for the rest of the monthssss I gonna work, I'll just bury myself in my work and don't talk to anyone there. I'm just too tired to care. It's anti-social behavior I know, probably gonna get labelled as a pathetic loser or a loner, but I don't think I should waste my time on people like these. Why should I have to put on a fake front just to gel with them, I'm not even going to try. It's gonna be so tiring, giving a fake laughter. I'm not going to care lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3733207025995680894-634723870896589771?l=little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/feeds/634723870896589771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3733207025995680894&amp;postID=634723870896589771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/634723870896589771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/634723870896589771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/2011_03_01_archive.html#634723870896589771' title='Take a guess'/><author><name>huiqi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15832054247192460645</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-3733207025995680894.post-6590096617612825136</id><published>2011-03-05T18:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T20:40:04.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dilemma</title><content type='html'>ALRIGHTS. I finally have the time to touch and caress my beloved laptop properly. LOL. The past few days were crazy, and I didn't manage to spend much time with my lappie. But no, I'm not going kiss my lappie, not after I found out that the keyboard is actually waaaay dirtier than the toilet bowl. *shifts guiltily* I keep telling myself to clean my lappie, but I'm just too lazy. Haha. They should make laptops waterproof, so that we can simply chuck it into the washing machine. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I just gotten back my A levels results yesterday. I have to say, I'm pretty much satisfied with my results lah. It's not too good, but definitely not too bad too. The difficult part is now making a decision. Which course should I enrol in? Because that course will probably determine what I'm going to do for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, I can't imagine myself in a 8-5 job in 10 years' time, sitting cooped up in an office, staring at the computer, do filing, photocopying blah blah blah. NO WAY MAN. I WANT A LIFE, NOT STAYING IN THE OFFICE LOOKING LIKE A SAD &lt;strong&gt;OLD MAID&lt;/strong&gt;. That's what I'm doing now and it's driving me nuts. I would have run away a looong time ago, if not for that contract. =.= So, as long as I get to travel alot, stay outdoors, actually, I wouldn't mind. Air-con rooms are bad for my skin anyway. LOL. So, I suppose I'm in a dilemma. My parents would prefer me to stay cooped up anyway, it seems like a safe and secure hole to hide in. Stable income and all, who doesn't want? But well *shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580557555981853314" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1kxwQz_SX1A/TXIfh7TrooI/AAAAAAAAARk/DZIpft6ErAA/s320/2011-03-05%2B19.03.56.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, that's more or less about it I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Cheers~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3733207025995680894-6590096617612825136?l=little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/feeds/6590096617612825136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3733207025995680894&amp;postID=6590096617612825136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/6590096617612825136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/6590096617612825136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/2011_03_01_archive.html#6590096617612825136' title='Dilemma'/><author><name>huiqi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15832054247192460645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1kxwQz_SX1A/TXIfh7TrooI/AAAAAAAAARk/DZIpft6ErAA/s72-c/2011-03-05%2B19.03.56.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3733207025995680894.post-7793525501013129010</id><published>2011-03-01T21:43:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T23:12:07.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned/ Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;William Congreve&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How true! LOL. I miss commenting on news articles, pretty loooong time since I did one. Have to keep my brain from continually thinking before it stops, rust and wilt. HAHA. So I saw this pretty cool article&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jealous wife takes revenge online" on the Yahoo webpage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sg.yfittopostblog.com/2011/02/21/ex-wife-takes-revenge-online/"&gt;http://sg.yfittopostblog.com/2011/02/21/ex-wife-takes-revenge-online/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me just summarise it in a few sentences. This woman caught her husband cheating, and decided to post intimate pictures of the mistress online as a her way of revenge. Scary. Her method? I must say she certainly has a pretty elaborate and creative way. She actually went to the extent of befriending the mistress, digged out all the dirty secrets before handing out the ultimatum. Pictures online plus all her personal and work information. LOL. Scary, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. See what I mean? So, guys should think twice about trying to cheat a woman. You'll never know what hit you from behind. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some women will try to take revenge in the dark, and I think those are the scariest. You'll never know what they do. Try offending a woman and...&lt;br /&gt;1) your house, your car and you will catch fire suddenly while you are making out with another girl [at least you die happy, so still not so bad] xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) you get instant fame; everything about you from the workplace to the number of hair on your legs will be revealed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) she will either disguise herself as your mum and shoot you or she will turn into a hot babe and slowly torture you while you lay bleeding from your nose and your head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pm-NIMpiVII/TWz_AUkyIPI/AAAAAAAAARE/P8ef5sOVUFw/s1600/womennguns1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 275px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 183px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579114419393274098" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pm-NIMpiVII/TWz_AUkyIPI/AAAAAAAAARE/P8ef5sOVUFw/s320/womennguns1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TstYTuo27AQ/TWz_Y-N_BrI/AAAAAAAAARU/nJ0zdS5kzko/s1600/womennguns2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 192px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 262px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579114842888799922" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TstYTuo27AQ/TWz_Y-N_BrI/AAAAAAAAARU/nJ0zdS5kzko/s320/womennguns2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pm-NIMpiVII/TWz_AUkyIPI/AAAAAAAAARE/P8ef5sOVUFw/s1600/womennguns1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choose one. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;For casanovas, remember to tell your girlsss your choice in advance. *winkwink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) you can start considering operations to be a female after she's finished with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) you get beaten up. easy and simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) you'll get an uneasy feeling that someone is watching your every move and every single action. LOL. Then you'll probably develop extreme paranoia and finally a mental breakdown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrights. The list do go on. HAHA. Needa go to sleep already~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 211px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 237px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579119750233470674" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9tps2syE51A/TW0D2ngINtI/AAAAAAAAARc/aS_kNtEw1D0/s320/hughug.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I have a goodnight hug pleeeease? *watery-eyes*&lt;br /&gt;No?Fine, I'm angry. *takes out machine guns* DIE. BUAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. Kidding. xD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Cheers~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3733207025995680894-7793525501013129010?l=little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/feeds/7793525501013129010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3733207025995680894&amp;postID=7793525501013129010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/7793525501013129010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/7793525501013129010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/2011_03_01_archive.html#7793525501013129010' title='Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned'/><author><name>huiqi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15832054247192460645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pm-NIMpiVII/TWz_AUkyIPI/AAAAAAAAARE/P8ef5sOVUFw/s72-c/womennguns1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3733207025995680894.post-8985351149160345856</id><published>2011-02-28T21:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T00:03:01.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There goes February~</title><content type='html'>28 February! Before you know it, it's already the end of another month. March's drawing nearer~ Oh heck. Starting tomorrow, I can offically say byebye to freedom, to my usual idling life which I have grown so fond of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*cries a bucket full of tears* I don't mind growing mould all over and rotting away. NOOOO. *wails louder*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XLxu526BKGc/TWukO3H-MUI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/Ts8gir0D4DI/s1600/crying1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 119px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578733138651001154" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XLxu526BKGc/TWukO3H-MUI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/Ts8gir0D4DI/s320/crying1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, life sure have its ups and downs. BE STRONG HUIQI. *sobsob*&lt;br /&gt;LOL. Work's gonna end pretty late, so I can see my life sailing out by the window and out of the universe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, let's end the month with a more pensive tone. Let's do a bit of reflection. What have you done for the entire month? Achieved anything you want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see... For this month, I&lt;br /&gt;1) cleared my FTT.&lt;br /&gt;2) explored various parts of Singapore which I wouldn't normally go&lt;br /&gt;3) cleared some stuff out from my cupboard and out of my life&lt;br /&gt;4) learning and becoming a vainpot and someone I wouldn't want to be a year ago, and I kinda like it. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;5) staying happy and relaxed, just like how I want life to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. I actually find it easier to set goals on a monthly basis rather than a yearly basis and not achieving anything at all. Because I'm short-sighted and can't see in the long-term at all. So there, I came up with a monthly list, but of course, some things remained un-checked cos of lack of money and time. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;BYEBYE FEBRUARY, SEE YOU NEXT YEAR. WELCOME MARCH. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Tadaa~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3733207025995680894-8985351149160345856?l=little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/feeds/8985351149160345856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3733207025995680894&amp;postID=8985351149160345856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/8985351149160345856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/8985351149160345856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/2011_02_01_archive.html#8985351149160345856' title='There goes February~'/><author><name>huiqi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15832054247192460645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XLxu526BKGc/TWukO3H-MUI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/Ts8gir0D4DI/s72-c/crying1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3733207025995680894.post-8554697714907598507</id><published>2011-02-26T21:31:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T23:24:16.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paaaarty up</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Before I forgot about it, I went to the Singapore National Museum on Thursday. LOL. Cost me ten dollars, but the friendly security guard actually told me I'm still eligible for student price. =.=....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, anyway, I thought it was a pretty good trip, but it gets a tad boring after sometime. Took a few pictures, but gave up after awhile. LOL. Place is dark, and no flash allowed. All the pictures were pretty much blurry. Guess I still have to brush up my photography skills. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9pHpgsJGrJY/TWkCwGVMheI/AAAAAAAAAPU/uVj04zJcxyM/s1600/CIMG1260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577992638831560162" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9pHpgsJGrJY/TWkCwGVMheI/AAAAAAAAAPU/uVj04zJcxyM/s320/CIMG1260.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's an audio-tour. So basically, the number would be pasted on the wall, and once you passed the place, just key in the number and then tadaa~~ you will be guided via the little machine. LOL, well, not exactly little or light lah. HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2pA6ihXuILo/TWkDbVEXdBI/AAAAAAAAAPc/lOB1Bt79CIM/s1600/CIMG1256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577993381521880082" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2pA6ihXuILo/TWkDbVEXdBI/AAAAAAAAAPc/lOB1Bt79CIM/s320/CIMG1256.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2pA6ihXuILo/TWkDbVEXdBI/AAAAAAAAAPc/lOB1Bt79CIM/s1600/CIMG1256.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The passage to hell. LOL. It feels like I stepped into some science fiction movie in here. Big screens and voices chanting about Singapore. I think they are trying to brainwash the tourists. ._.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Some of the things in the museum :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aE7vuhKlEpU/TWkD9Ao5jlI/AAAAAAAAAPk/_sBwcn-02R4/s1600/CIMG1272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577993960153517650" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aE7vuhKlEpU/TWkD9Ao5jlI/AAAAAAAAAPk/_sBwcn-02R4/s320/CIMG1272.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aE7vuhKlEpU/TWkD9Ao5jlI/AAAAAAAAAPk/_sBwcn-02R4/s1600/CIMG1272.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TjwJiD28u1U/TWkEbx4CZMI/AAAAAAAAAPs/LgfYEjAlNow/s1600/CIMG1273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577994488766424258" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TjwJiD28u1U/TWkEbx4CZMI/AAAAAAAAAPs/LgfYEjAlNow/s320/CIMG1273.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aE7vuhKlEpU/TWkD9Ao5jlI/AAAAAAAAAPk/_sBwcn-02R4/s1600/CIMG1272.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SzEeJrEBdFs/TWkEzBuyg9I/AAAAAAAAAP0/2U60zWonAm4/s1600/CIMG1270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577994888159593426" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SzEeJrEBdFs/TWkEzBuyg9I/AAAAAAAAAP0/2U60zWonAm4/s320/CIMG1270.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aE7vuhKlEpU/TWkD9Ao5jlI/AAAAAAAAAPk/_sBwcn-02R4/s1600/CIMG1272.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nj1UHACWjjM/TWkE-tF_0wI/AAAAAAAAAP8/jOQ3WBuFLcY/s1600/CIMG1268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577995088778220290" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nj1UHACWjjM/TWkE-tF_0wI/AAAAAAAAAP8/jOQ3WBuFLcY/s320/CIMG1268.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hees, there's my little adventure in the Singapore National Museum. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALRIGHTS, LET'S PAAARTY~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578018089229355074" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l5IHo8F6H3E/TWkZ5gc4CEI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/G5hC1WwiEUA/s320/CIMG1461.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Want you to keep a little secret between us&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578011140682082770" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-khk97JfyFPQ/TWkTlDGG6dI/AAAAAAAAAQU/ATGkpbTagyk/s320/2011-02-26%2B17.35.24_edited-1.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When we dance in the moonlight, our music in our hearts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578012004168150882" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y1-jzBpneC4/TWkUXT1Or2I/AAAAAAAAAQc/0r8m2latr8s/s320/2011-02-26%2B17.35.43_edited-1.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I gave you a soulful glance that you can never resist, and you came closer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BOOM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578014758767451634" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2ygcQo7agbY/TWkW3pg4XfI/AAAAAAAAAQs/3m7l_KbDOhE/s320/1298732715-picsay.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'm your &lt;strong&gt;Worst.Nightmare. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;HAHAHA. Sorry, just can't resist it. I'm oh-so evil. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578013050222223394" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ruDDD5isu00/TWkVUMr9ICI/AAAAAAAAAQk/2b57GkZ5q1A/s320/1298718622-picsay.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here's a milder blown-up face version. LOL. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, that's about it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;Cheerios~ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3733207025995680894-8554697714907598507?l=little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/feeds/8554697714907598507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3733207025995680894&amp;postID=8554697714907598507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/8554697714907598507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/8554697714907598507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/2011_02_01_archive.html#8554697714907598507' title='Paaaarty up'/><author><name>huiqi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15832054247192460645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9pHpgsJGrJY/TWkCwGVMheI/AAAAAAAAAPU/uVj04zJcxyM/s72-c/CIMG1260.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3733207025995680894.post-4154557814496683767</id><published>2011-02-23T19:26:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T21:14:49.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tattoos</title><content type='html'>Happy Happy. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I PASSED MY FINAL THEORY TEST. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually, I passed it on Monday. LOL. I really die die must boast abit lah. I finished my fifty questions in like 15 minutes. xD So proud of myself. *head inflating* Haha. Now all that's left is my practical test. And I think I'm making huge improvements in my driving lessons too, well, just occasional minor trips here and there. I finally learnt how to mount a kerb, after so many lessons. HAHA. And I haven't figure out how to operate the handbrake yet. ._. Is that thing important? LOL, I always let the car roll backwards down the slope, and I'm still alive lah. Hehe. [But my instructor always help pull me the handbrake]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*plays Tattoo by Jordin Sparks*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was thinking if I should get a tattoo. Been pondering on it for quite some time now, and I must say, I'm quite tempted by the idea of a tattoo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 196px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 257px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576853919443421474" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1vkHcxMcTxw/TWT3F6CriSI/AAAAAAAAAO8/BWkWEdVZ3G4/s320/tattoo1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-git9M1CIy6o/TWT2-AM4VxI/AAAAAAAAAO0/CrKVoVnjDmk/s1600/tattoo1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;LOL. Definitely not something as flashy and cliche like this. Dragon tattoos seems a bit...outdated? People will probably mistake me for a gang member and chase me with parangs. [I always believed that those people with huge huge dragon tattoos on their back belong to gangs ._.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 259px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 194px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576855516769017042" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GteOqvqSr2Q/TWT4i4ix3NI/AAAAAAAAAPE/5vl17RudpxI/s320/tattoo2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. But imgaine if I really got a tattoo like that, I will look like the wife of a gang leader. HEHEHE. Then again, I don't think I can pull it off like the woman in the picture. She look so classy and got the don't-mess-with-me aura. *envious* I'll probably just look like the daughter of a gang leader. LOL, in a family of a gang, the daddy will have the biggest dragon tattoo on the back, the mummy will have a smaller one, or even a phoenix tattoo, then the kids will have a Dragonite[Pokemon] tattoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 275px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576860496397790322" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2ZaACUh1qbQ/TWT9EvGy7HI/AAAAAAAAAPM/3roRChTqVZc/s320/tattoo3.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL, this is how a Dragonite look like. ;D Does it look intimidating?? HAHA. Scare all the three- year olds away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, damn, I'm seriously digressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Point is whether I should get a tattoo or not.&lt;br /&gt;Reasons why I should:&lt;br /&gt;1) I like. LOL. This is a big factor ok.&lt;br /&gt;2) I like.&lt;br /&gt;3) I still like.&lt;br /&gt;4) I really really like.&lt;br /&gt;5) I seriously like.&lt;br /&gt;6) ME LIKES.&lt;br /&gt;7) ME LIKES LIKES.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, actually, I really can't think of a good reason to get a tattoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a tiny voice in my head that objects because:&lt;br /&gt;1) it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;2) getting a really good tattoo would probably cost alot&lt;br /&gt;3) regretting and later wanting to laser it off, cost money too&lt;br /&gt;4) some tattoos require touch-up&lt;br /&gt;5) later kena chased by gangsters LOL&lt;br /&gt;6) people will run away from me D;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, 7 good reasons to get a tattoo compared to the miserable 6 reasons why I shouldn't. LOL, I should get a tattoo afterall. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, that's it, I'm knocking off. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't waste time so give it a moment. Live every second like it's my last one.&lt;br /&gt;You're on my heart just like a tattoo. Just like a tattoo, I'll always have you.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;div align="right"&gt;Cheers~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3733207025995680894-4154557814496683767?l=little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/feeds/4154557814496683767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3733207025995680894&amp;postID=4154557814496683767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/4154557814496683767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/4154557814496683767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/2011_02_01_archive.html#4154557814496683767' title='Tattoos'/><author><name>huiqi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15832054247192460645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1vkHcxMcTxw/TWT3F6CriSI/AAAAAAAAAO8/BWkWEdVZ3G4/s72-c/tattoo1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3733207025995680894.post-5354574088193199886</id><published>2011-02-19T23:12:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T20:03:55.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breaking Angel, Ballerina who loves B-boy, so do I ;D</title><content type='html'>Hmm, Breaking Angel. Sounds dark and mysterious right? Something sinister. LOL. You're probably half-right. Actually, it's a...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575445508318187938" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ToRgZaudcAY/TV_2JlvaUaI/AAAAAAAAAOE/sA0qwWq3dSs/s320/da.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;MUSHROOM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Haha. xD. Well, I thought it looks quite pretty cos it's all white and pure-looking, and the name sounds cool too. But actually, it's&lt;strong&gt; fatal&lt;/strong&gt;. I mean, it's poisonous. LOL, pretty things can sure kill. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Alright, I'm not putting random things up ok. I decided, I'm going to learn to be a mushroom expert. I was browsing through the books when I found a book about mushrooms, and after reading it, I made up my mind to specialise in mushrooms. I'm giving up on blood splatters. LOL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh, and I told my mum about it, and it went like this&lt;/div&gt;Mum: You should try clean up your room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Me: I got make my bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mum [she win, she ignored me and continue talking]: You should learn cooking too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Me: I got add veggies in my instant noodles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mum [ignored me again =.=] : You should learn something new.&lt;/div&gt;Me [straight-faced]: Mum, I'm learning to be a mushroom expert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Haha. My mum didn't say anything afterwards. She probably gave up on me. xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh yarh, think my cooking skills upgraded too. I don't get anymore diarrhea after eating the food I cooked myself. The last time I cooked instant noodles, I actually came down with gastric flu, and I never figured out why. LOL, now my food taste like shit itself. Ok, nah, it isn't that bad, still edible lah, but yarh, don't add any vinegar into the noodles, it'll be fine? I was trying to experiment with the food, and I thought adding vinegar &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; chilli sauce would be a pretty good combination. Must remember: try not to be too adventurous with food. HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ok, enough about mushrooms and cooking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Guess what?? I went to watch a performance in the Esplanade theatre today. It's called 'Ballerina who loves B-boy'. Damn excited. I always wanted to watch a show like this. Ok, I admit I was quite ignorant. Actually, for a looong time, I wanted to watch 'Breakout', and I actually thought the two shows were actually from the same producer, or cast or whatever you call it. =.=It's in fact two different shows.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyway, you know I woke up today and found two red patches on my face. I don't know how it happened, it came out when I was sleeping. ._.Damn sad, I thought I was going to the show looking like a bloody Pikachu. =.= But one side subsided, so only one red patch there, so it's not so bad lah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I actually spent $55 on the ticket. LOL. I wanted to get the $88 one, but only single seats available. =.= Daaang. Well, there's no way I gonna get the $38 one which is so faaar from the stage. ._. Like I say, I wanted to watch for a looong time, and there's no way I'm gonna pay $38 to get a seat so far away from the stage and where I can't see clearly and that would really be a waste. In the end, we still got like the last row, still quite far from the stage. BLAH. Unlike cinemas where the further the better, the best seats for stage performances are always the front, closer to the stage where the barriers between the audience and performers are lesser. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I must say, the show is really really good. Breathlessly fast-paced. Breakdancing, hip-hop etc fused with ballet. The beautiful part was the way performers communicate with each other and the audience with their body movements during the show. Nothing was said, but the message was sent clear, all through non-verbal cues. I took a few pictures of the performers, cos they actually allowed photography inside. So, it's pretty cool, cos I thought I would have to be sneaky about it. LOL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The atmosphere was pretty hyped up too. The audience would actually cheer after each dance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-91NywKTZzQQ/TWAFz4aiq4I/AAAAAAAAAOM/65hDiFdF4_o/s1600/CIMG1041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575462727559850882" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-91NywKTZzQQ/TWAFz4aiq4I/AAAAAAAAAOM/65hDiFdF4_o/s320/CIMG1041.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Inside the theatre, just before the show starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W-ngzqk2Pgo/TWAGYJOvQHI/AAAAAAAAAOU/qM54Vx1FcSg/s1600/CIMG1058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575463350549037170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W-ngzqk2Pgo/TWAGYJOvQHI/AAAAAAAAAOU/qM54Vx1FcSg/s320/CIMG1058.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The energetic dancers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cDQCW7P2lLc/TWAGvUxUBFI/AAAAAAAAAOc/zIsX5orKiHM/s1600/CIMG1073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575463748783834194" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cDQCW7P2lLc/TWAGvUxUBFI/AAAAAAAAAOc/zIsX5orKiHM/s320/CIMG1073.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The graceful swans. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TMOjvrrriTE/TWCX51qf6KI/AAAAAAAAAOs/N8aQuI-Yew0/s1600/CIMG1182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575623358598342818" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TMOjvrrriTE/TWCX51qf6KI/AAAAAAAAAOs/N8aQuI-Yew0/s320/CIMG1182.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;The hot female dancers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_JuKySxBcO4/TWAIHIyBQwI/AAAAAAAAAOk/JvyJbewauec/s1600/CIMG1253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575465257394062082" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_JuKySxBcO4/TWAIHIyBQwI/AAAAAAAAAOk/JvyJbewauec/s320/CIMG1253.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The entire performers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;...........................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.......................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.......................................................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The pictures taken can't really convey the true atmosphere and the emotions properly. They just cannot portray the raw energy that the performers exude and radiate, that's only exclusive to the audience [because we paid for the show HAHA] Ok, kidding, I suppose when it comes to stage performances, it must be seen with your own eyes. Looking through any other mediums wouldn't make it so special and unique, and not to mention that it would be so distant too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;About the dancers, I'm all ready to swoon and die from a major nosebleed. Muscles...lots of them. xD LOL, one dancer actually whipped off his shirt and got the crowd pretty crazy. I went crazy too, can't stop staring. Haha. To be fair, there were few hot female dancers too, all their dance moves accentuates a kind of feminine sexuality, enough to pump guys' blood out of their noses. Oh, and there was actually a female dancer who can breakdance. AWESOME LOVE. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ok, I'm tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Cheer~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3733207025995680894-5354574088193199886?l=little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/feeds/5354574088193199886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3733207025995680894&amp;postID=5354574088193199886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/5354574088193199886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/5354574088193199886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/2011_02_01_archive.html#5354574088193199886' title='Breaking Angel, Ballerina who loves B-boy, so do I ;D'/><author><name>huiqi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15832054247192460645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ToRgZaudcAY/TV_2JlvaUaI/AAAAAAAAAOE/sA0qwWq3dSs/s72-c/da.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3733207025995680894.post-7099573131152736326</id><published>2011-02-14T20:11:00.021+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T17:14:59.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Special, with a dose of sugar spice and everything nice</title><content type='html'>It's Valentine today. BOOHOO. Poor me. LOL. Kidding. Anyway, guys often use this day to ask a girl out. No? It's the perfect day for a date, but who knows if your date is perfect. ;D I created a list of my ideal dates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My top 7 Hotcakes :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7VOhnqLApoA/TVovWGl8LiI/AAAAAAAAAMs/Rrx9fVdBM0o/s1600/jay-chou.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573819545597783586" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7VOhnqLApoA/TVovWGl8LiI/AAAAAAAAAMs/Rrx9fVdBM0o/s320/jay-chou.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jay Chou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*swoons* He's expert in so many areas, you'll probably have a really &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fun &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;night. xD Heehee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) Miyavi&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y9EQXQlQp9I/TVowQXY227I/AAAAAAAAAM0/H5iLRTXXcxg/s1600/miyavi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 307px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573820546538724274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y9EQXQlQp9I/TVowQXY227I/AAAAAAAAAM0/H5iLRTXXcxg/s320/miyavi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;AWW MAN. Another hottie. ;D I'm getting so excited. The sad thing is, he's married with kids. ._. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But nevertheless, *dreamy eyes*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Any guy that can take picture with a cute kitty and still look cuter deserves lots and lots of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5-DX2ewdmJI/TVoxyo2IkxI/AAAAAAAAAM8/fx-X6m3R5uQ/s1600/RobertPattinson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573822234852102930" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5-DX2ewdmJI/TVoxyo2IkxI/AAAAAAAAAM8/fx-X6m3R5uQ/s320/RobertPattinson.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Robert Pattinson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See his charming smile. Gosh. I'll probably be staring at him the entire time with mouth hanging open and drool coming out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He can even have my blood, I don't mind. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h-stoCFWbYE/TVozLn2GtkI/AAAAAAAAANE/Gk2M4A7ui88/s1600/sleeping%2Bbeauty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 248px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573823763591902786" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h-stoCFWbYE/TVozLn2GtkI/AAAAAAAAANE/Gk2M4A7ui88/s320/sleeping%2Bbeauty.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sleeping Beauty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As her name suggests, she's a beauty. And guys get to spend their day in bed, so who's complaining?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) Katy Perry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8JiaZlilUeA/TVo0ynoMH3I/AAAAAAAAANM/49UZKJjwAEg/s1600/katy_perry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 206px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573825533060063090" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8JiaZlilUeA/TVo0ynoMH3I/AAAAAAAAANM/49UZKJjwAEg/s320/katy_perry.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't she hot????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like her. LOTS LOTS. xD Ok, fine, maybe just specific areas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6) Calvin Hobbes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N-YWGBT4pMI/TVo3EbG-kYI/AAAAAAAAANU/HAw4F504s8U/s1600/boy-calvin_hobbes.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573828037960438146" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N-YWGBT4pMI/TVo3EbG-kYI/AAAAAAAAANU/HAw4F504s8U/s320/boy-calvin_hobbes.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's so cute! I mean the boy, not the tiger. But I could live with it too, cos they come in a pair. I don't mind threesome. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.......................................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7) Guess who??? ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ACkdKSyfMQg/TVo35p4ozNI/AAAAAAAAANc/Xbh-snMiBeE/s1600/CIMG0938.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573828952459889874" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ACkdKSyfMQg/TVo35p4ozNI/AAAAAAAAANc/Xbh-snMiBeE/s320/CIMG0938.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ME. LOL. I just so love myself. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, I went to the Singapore Science Centre. LOL. On Valentine's day somemore, &lt;em&gt;what an educational way to spend the day.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright, so I went for the CSI exhibition. It costs me $21. =.= Feel so cheated, I thought it's $9 [that's the price for adults, ._. no more student price] but apparently it's a separate charge. So in I went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.......................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CSI experience : I must say it's really eye-opening. But no pictures are allowed in there, so I couldn't take any pictures which is such a shame. =.= Well, they actually created 3 scenarios for you and you are supposed to be the investigator, using various methods of forensic science to crack the cases and find the truth. It was kinda cool, though I get freaked out by the dummies used. I particularly like the blood part, as in, apparently, the blood splatters left on the crime scene does say alot. Like wow, observe blood can also be a job, sounds so easy, think I can do it too, after watching the video about blood splatters. HAHA. I think I can be a forensic scientist now. Anyone wants to hire me? xD There are so many areas to the forensic science like checking DNA, toxicology, and blah blah blah. The disappointing part was that I didn't get to dissect a real thing. Not fair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hYnlSWypQsY/TVo-FYQBYcI/AAAAAAAAANk/88Ifq64u_Es/s1600/CIMG0955.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573835750954328514" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hYnlSWypQsY/TVo-FYQBYcI/AAAAAAAAANk/88Ifq64u_Es/s320/CIMG0955.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some of the things at the SSC. Apparently if you turn the picture, you are supposed to see different things, but all I can see was a duck rotated 360 degrees. =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QWNcIrb8e4k/TVo-k071iiI/AAAAAAAAANs/Eq-zYiNNyuo/s1600/CIMG0958.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573836291230239266" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QWNcIrb8e4k/TVo-k071iiI/AAAAAAAAANs/Eq-zYiNNyuo/s320/CIMG0958.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The hell hole of despair. LOL. Cheat me of my twenty-cents coin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qT9y7rQGJ_I/TVo_GLoxAfI/AAAAAAAAAN0/kpigBS-KzzQ/s1600/CIMG0975.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573836864259949042" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qT9y7rQGJ_I/TVo_GLoxAfI/AAAAAAAAAN0/kpigBS-KzzQ/s320/CIMG0975.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This drum is supposed to play your heartbeat out loud I think, but it's abit too loud, and abit paiseh. ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3B9AAVf1Sns/TVo_v5U0LHI/AAAAAAAAAN8/uqRNCC6qiis/s1600/CIMG0959.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573837580898937970" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3B9AAVf1Sns/TVo_v5U0LHI/AAAAAAAAAN8/uqRNCC6qiis/s320/CIMG0959.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's even an exhibition about breast cancer. No, it's not pornography. =.= If anybody can get aroused seeing those gross pictures, you are in serious need of help. LOL, not for the faint-hearted. xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's supposed to educate anyway. Oh, apparently guys can get breast cancer too, just the chances of it is slim. Oo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, life's pretty fair after all. LOL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;...................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.........................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;........................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;...................................................................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.............................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.........................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's about it~ Happy Valentine's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Cheers! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3733207025995680894-7099573131152736326?l=little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/feeds/7099573131152736326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3733207025995680894&amp;postID=7099573131152736326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/7099573131152736326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/7099573131152736326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/2011_02_01_archive.html#7099573131152736326' title='Valentine&apos;s Special, with a dose of sugar spice and everything nice'/><author><name>huiqi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15832054247192460645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7VOhnqLApoA/TVovWGl8LiI/AAAAAAAAAMs/Rrx9fVdBM0o/s72-c/jay-chou.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3733207025995680894.post-4148982479066555453</id><published>2011-02-12T23:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T02:10:40.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Revelations day</title><content type='html'>I went &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;shopping&lt;/span&gt; AGAIN, today. Haha. Just got home, and waiting for my turn to use the toilet. I always go last cos I'm the slowest. LOL. It's a habit, so I can take my own sweet time without having anybody trying to dismantle the door. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was fun I suppose. Full of surprises, and of course, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;revelations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh. So, I decided to go shopping together with my sister, because she wanted new clothes. My cousin said he's free and decided that he wanted to come along too. So, early in the morning at around 10.30am, we met up with my cousin and went Far East Plaza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have to say, I actually have the honor of leading the way. I asked them what they want to eat for lunch. My sis said she wants slow food. Ok. And my cousin went "Anything. I'm following you guys." Think he said that alot of times, I gave up counting after awhile. LOL. So, we got hopelessly lost in a shopping mall [can't remember the name] because of their weirdly-positioned escalators for awhile, before settling down at Ion for lunch. Things are so over-priced there. ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of lunch, our conversation was suddenly turned to relationships. Not just normal relationships, but &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;exclusiv&lt;/strong&gt;e&lt;/em&gt; one that only involves two-some. =.= He just have to piqued my sis's curiosity, and I manage to evade it. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we spent the a couple of hours walking around Far East Plaza, looking for clothes that would catch my sis's eyes. ._. No such luck. Her taste too... Anyway, I saw a couple of nice clothes there, just well, over-priced I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, we took the train to Bugis, and we walked for another few hours before she finally found one shirt she likes. Just one shirt, I nearly died. ._. We walked for hours and all she bought was one shirt. Love her, really. LOL. And all the time while we were shopping, our poor cousin was just standing around and waiting. Poor guy. He's like our escort for the day. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went back home, cos we got a family gathering later. LOL. So that means we get to see our cousin again. No big deal, no big deal, until he decided to piqued my sis's curiosity again. And my sis did a deal with me: I tell her all my dirty secrets, she would tell me hers too. &lt;strong&gt;She's just so determined&lt;/strong&gt;. *shakes head* Ok, she got my curiosity going too. Like, hello, 14 years old got what big big secret. Plenty, apparently. But before some people's minds start wandering waaay off, no, she didn't get pregnant and throw her baby out of the window hoping the baby would suddenly flap his/hers arms and fly, like some crazy girl did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Surprisingly, you realised you lived with them and known them for so long, and all you know of them is perhaps just the superficial part, the tip of the iceberg, and yet many more things to be discovered.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine, so it just takes abit of courage to throw everything at your sister. To open up and confess abit. And that's what my sis did too. You wanna know her secret???? I'm not saying. Maybe if someone begs me real hard, present me with a diamond ring and a million dollars, I might just consider. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't so bad as I thought. My sis actually treated me nicer leh. Talk about sisterhood man. She actually allowed me to eat in our room. Normally, she would probably drag me out and drill holes into my head. ;D Telling someone your thoughts isn't so bad afterall, I suppose she's happy that I see her as a confidante. Wow, that's progress I think. LOL. She's always complaining how she tells me her stuff, and how I never seem to tell her anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can't imagine throwing all the morbid stuff on a 14 year old though. Some secrets are still secrets. *wink wink* xD [Don't wanna spoil the wonderful impression she has of me]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think my cousin deserves some credit too, I will buy him a mini skirt I guess. HAHA. He'll probably love it. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Cheers~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3733207025995680894-4148982479066555453?l=little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/feeds/4148982479066555453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3733207025995680894&amp;postID=4148982479066555453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/4148982479066555453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/4148982479066555453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/2011_02_01_archive.html#4148982479066555453' title='Revelations day'/><author><name>huiqi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15832054247192460645</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-3733207025995680894.post-7582068916703439746</id><published>2011-02-10T19:39:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T20:32:30.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The pursuit</title><content type='html'>It's hardly I get such a long holiday, wait, actually, it's the first time I ever got such a holiday. Eight months of holidays, I'm already into my third month. And I'm enjoying every minute of it. :D For the first time in my life, I get to do things at my own leisure and at my own pace. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I want, I can slack at home all day with a good book in hand or simply waste my time on a trashy novel, or I could even go and catch a movie. There's no need to rush for the bus, squeeze with the crowd, no need to pretend to listen in class, no need to struggle to stay awake during lessons, no need to tie my hair and follow any school rules. Basically, I'm &lt;strong&gt;free&lt;/strong&gt;! If I want, I can dye my hair bright orange, and get chased out by my parents and get chased by people wielding parangs. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.....................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still remembered last year [I think] when I went to stay in a chalet with my secondary school friends. It was early in the morning, and two of us couldn't sleep, and so we slipped out to have breakfast. That feeling was magical, it was great. We ate toasts and sip on our drinks and reminiscience. Just like old men in coffee shops. Everything was at our leisure, and there wasn't any rush. &lt;em&gt;It just feels like I can put the world behind me, and my legs on top of the sky.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.....................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fine, it is the holidays, and it just got me thinking. I finally have the time to really pursue something I want and achieve it, and for once, it doesn't have to do with academy. I can start on something new. My life just doesn't center around school school school anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;..................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've taken a look at my blog and over the past two years, it's been nothing but SCHOOL LIFE. I'm not living the way I want my life to be. I want a carefree life, with a flexible schedule. Of course, that's not to say, I put learning behind me. I am still learning though, and that's lessons that I can't possibly learn in school. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For one, I'm learning driving. LOL. Think I just upgrade from trying to kill my instructor to attempt at killing motorcylists. HAHA. ._. Sorry, that's not funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;..............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;..............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, oh, I just saw something epic and I think it's a waste not to put it up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3VuxThgYH5I/TVPXGEXc1ZI/AAAAAAAAAL8/SG-Wx5ouTWU/s1600/sk%2Bmilitary%2Btraining.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 195px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572033663238722962" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3VuxThgYH5I/TVPXGEXc1ZI/AAAAAAAAAL8/SG-Wx5ouTWU/s320/sk%2Bmilitary%2Btraining.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3VuxThgYH5I/TVPXGEXc1ZI/AAAAAAAAAL8/SG-Wx5ouTWU/s1600/sk%2Bmilitary%2Btraining.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CHECK IT OUT MAN. HOT NOT???? OMG. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*swoons* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See those muscles. Gosh. I'm getting faint, someone please help. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3VuxThgYH5I/TVPXGEXc1ZI/AAAAAAAAAL8/SG-Wx5ouTWU/s1600/sk%2Bmilitary%2Btraining.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;...................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.......................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;...........................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, those are actually South Korean troops undergoing military training. Wah, why can't Singapore learn from them too? I bet that place is like freezing cold and they are training &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;half-naked&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. They look so tough, so man. xD ME LIKES. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d-UgYTETk0s/TVPYLvD-YNI/AAAAAAAAAME/FrJPu9xtC_w/s1600/sk%2Bmilitary%2Btraining%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 303px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 211px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572034860110733522" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d-UgYTETk0s/TVPYLvD-YNI/AAAAAAAAAME/FrJPu9xtC_w/s320/sk%2Bmilitary%2Btraining%2B2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3VuxThgYH5I/TVPXGEXc1ZI/AAAAAAAAAL8/SG-Wx5ouTWU/s1600/sk%2Bmilitary%2Btraining.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think my nose gonna bleed soon, no wait, actually, it's already bleeding. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;........................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;........................................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;........................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;...........................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;............................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There, this is what I call life man. See, I got all the time to pursue something that's really worthy. Hee hee. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.....................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, I'm willing to share if anybody's interested too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.xin.msn.com/en/news-photos.aspx?cp-documentid=4630953"&gt;http://news.xin.msn.com/en/news-photos.aspx?cp-documentid=4630953&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yarh, it's just at xinmsn. ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3733207025995680894-7582068916703439746?l=little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/feeds/7582068916703439746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3733207025995680894&amp;postID=7582068916703439746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/7582068916703439746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/7582068916703439746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/2011_02_01_archive.html#7582068916703439746' title='The pursuit'/><author><name>huiqi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15832054247192460645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3VuxThgYH5I/TVPXGEXc1ZI/AAAAAAAAAL8/SG-Wx5ouTWU/s72-c/sk%2Bmilitary%2Btraining.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3733207025995680894.post-6870186847566325841</id><published>2011-02-07T19:55:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T14:14:42.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Green Hornet turns me green</title><content type='html'>So, I woke up this morning to the cries of a little kid who was actually six floors down. At eight in the morning today, there was this little kid who kept crying "I don't waaant. I don't waaaant." On a Monday morning, I'm ready to bet a million dollars that kid doesn't want to go to school. Like frankly, it's only going to school, also never ask that kid to go to hell, so difficult meh? At least tell the mummy the reason why, but no, that silly kid just keep repeating the same sentence OVER AND OVER AGAIN. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;...................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cry some more, early in the morning disturbed my beauty sleep. That kid is obviously asking for a beating, kid or not I don't really care. =.= Four days of holidays still not enough, that kid is seriously one spoilt brat. So eight in the morning, I was fully awake, blood pressure rising and an itch to throttle something small and impudent, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;for instance the little kid&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. I'm just so evil sometimes. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.......................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Years ago, if I were to do that, I would probably earn myself a spanking from my mum, before being dragged to school with mucus dangling from my nose. Years later, &lt;em&gt;if I ever have a child&lt;/em&gt;, and my child does the same, the kid would be given two tight slaps, or more (depends on my mood) before getting tied up and dragged to school. LOL. Violence runs deep in the family. xD No wonder guys are running in the opposite direction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;...................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I sincerely hope from the bottom of my heart the child gets a spanking from his mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, to today's topic. The Green Hornet. Actually, I watched the movie a loong time ago, in January with my workmates after work. But things gotten quite busy and I wanted to dedicate a post just for it, cos of &lt;strong&gt;JAY CHOU&lt;/strong&gt;. xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 212px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570926882768349042" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nr_BIXpjqJI/TU_oe90U53I/AAAAAAAAAL0/2qgE_-IPf4g/s320/the%2Bgreen%2Bhornet.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, when I heard that Jay Chou is going to be in the movie, an English movie, I have to admit that I was quite thrilled and had really great expectations for this movie, having seen his other movies as well. But, I suppose, I have to say, I'm quite disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The plot's pretty weak. I've read the synopsis which stated that they are two superheroes who pretend to be criminals to uphold justice and rid the city of evil. Lies. =.= If you watch the movie, they [Britt and Kato] are far from the good guys in my eyes. ._. They accidentally set off a series of murder sprees, destroyed the company Britt's father left for him and stole a head[of s statue] and accidentally become ''heroes''.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I can't help thinking that the movie serves to further boost Jay's ego. In case nobody noticed, he's always playing the ultra-cool roles.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1) Initial D- Expert car racer that would have put Alonso to shame.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2) Secret- Pianist pro&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3) Curse of the golden flower- the filial son who is so capable&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4) Kungfu Dunk- basketball pro, martial arts expert&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5) The Treasure Hunter- an extremely skilled desert explorer&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6) The Green Hornet- martial arts pro cum expert weapon maker&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What's next? Lingerie expert? ._.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is too much. LOL. The redeeming part is when he couldn't swim. Aww, just make you wanna jump in and save him. But I can't swim either, so I can't save him. Let's just drown together. LOL. xD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok, perhaps what's good about the movie is the interactions between the characters. Funny and entertaining, and it does provide a few good laughs and justify the seven bucks I'm paying for. But otherwise, I have to say, I'm quite disappointed this time round, and it is certainly not the best Jay's movie I have watched. Heck other actors, I'm not their fan anyway. ;D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&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/3733207025995680894-6870186847566325841?l=little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/feeds/6870186847566325841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3733207025995680894&amp;postID=6870186847566325841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/6870186847566325841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/6870186847566325841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/2011_02_01_archive.html#6870186847566325841' title='The Green Hornet turns me green'/><author><name>huiqi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15832054247192460645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nr_BIXpjqJI/TU_oe90U53I/AAAAAAAAAL0/2qgE_-IPf4g/s72-c/the%2Bgreen%2Bhornet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3733207025995680894.post-7049149777004949826</id><published>2011-02-05T21:13:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T13:36:59.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping and Steamboat</title><content type='html'>ALLLRIGHTS!! Super happy. I went &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;SHOPPING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; today, like finally! Haha. My dad told me my pay has come in, and plus the the angpao money I've got, I'm feeling so rich that I just gotta spend it and treat myself. So, today, I spent the third day of CNY shopping like mad in Bugis. Since it's still new year, some shops are still closed, and the good part was that there wasn't such a huge crowd so I can get to shop in peace, without having to squeeze and fight my way through. :D &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most of the shops were selling the same stuff actually, and almost all at the same price. It's really dirt cheap there; some clothes were selling for like $10 per piece, quality-wise, I suppose it's still quite ok, as long as you don't compare the material to silk I think. =.= One of the the shopkeepers told me that we are lucky to shop at this time because they are having some kind of new year sales or something. ;D So lucky. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;..................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I had such a fun time shopping. Wished the day doesn't go so quickly by, wished my legs can last as long as my enthusiasm for shopping, but well, haha, I'm glad to have a good rest. I feel so tired out now. LOL. Like I can fall asleep anytime soon. Heh, most of the shops are selling frilly flora prints clothes, I suppose that's like the hottest things right now? =.= I don't like it, but it's everywhere. It's too...feminine. Haha. And I can't imagine myself in those kind of clothes, I don't think anyone can too. It's quite challenging to find the right clothes because part of me wanted a totally different style, and then part of me still want a more casual style; the kind of clothes that can look good even with just-got-up-of-bed messed up hair. LOL. Hard right? I think I should buy pyjamas instead. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;......................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I think my fashion sense has toned down alot; it has become more subtle. xD The power of 19 I suppose, I realised that I have outgrown some things. Yup, so I bought a few new clothes today, but I'm too lazy to take pictures of them. Must wait till I decide to wear them. HAHA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;...................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yup, and I made it home just in time for steamboat. AWESOME. I just love steamboat. :D Cos I get to throw in all the food I want. Hehe. Sadly, no pictures too cos I was busy eating. Damn hungry after the shopping, so I just eat and eat and eat. Fun leh. I think can lose weight also, sweat while you eat. Oh, my sister helped cool me down. She knocked down my can of chrysanthemum tea onto my pants. Her aiming so accurate leh, I looked like I wet my pants. So, my bottom was quite cooled lah. ._. Hot and cold, I'll probably catch a cold.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.....................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.....................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right, so the yesterday, my dad brought us to &lt;strong&gt;River Hongbao 2011&lt;/strong&gt;. It's..um..near Singapore River I think =.=, which I have no idea where, but oh well. It's damn crowded. ._. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nr_BIXpjqJI/TU4rKGDEntI/AAAAAAAAALE/WetQTAqoick/s1600/CIMG0891.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570437241526066898" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nr_BIXpjqJI/TU4rKGDEntI/AAAAAAAAALE/WetQTAqoick/s320/CIMG0891.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My sister told me this is the casino. ._. Really? Or is it a hotel?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nr_BIXpjqJI/TU4sTdynM8I/AAAAAAAAALM/CSIQhycz6Is/s1600/CIMG0903.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570438502029931458" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nr_BIXpjqJI/TU4sTdynM8I/AAAAAAAAALM/CSIQhycz6Is/s320/CIMG0903.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was two supersized carrots dangling in the sky. For the rabbits this year? ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nr_BIXpjqJI/TU4s3KIV-qI/AAAAAAAAALU/m90RnViNyZg/s1600/CIMG0906.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570439115227658914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nr_BIXpjqJI/TU4s3KIV-qI/AAAAAAAAALU/m90RnViNyZg/s320/CIMG0906.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The God of Fortune. I think they will throw some little things down, not sure what is it, but it's considered a lucky thing if you can catch it; I've seen people waiting under this big statue with a umbrella. Typical Singaporeans. =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nr_BIXpjqJI/TU4trK_3XlI/AAAAAAAAALc/aRRKmSYrlYk/s1600/CIMG0919.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570440008813731410" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nr_BIXpjqJI/TU4trK_3XlI/AAAAAAAAALc/aRRKmSYrlYk/s320/CIMG0919.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Me trying to kiss my zodiac sign. HAHA.I heard a woman exclaiming "Haiyo!" while I was posing. =.= Sorry lah, I happened to get turned on by goats. *sticks out tongue*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nr_BIXpjqJI/TU4vdo4LCBI/AAAAAAAAALk/LJWn6AQLhOs/s1600/CIMG0922.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nr_BIXpjqJI/TU4vdo4LCBI/AAAAAAAAALk/LJWn6AQLhOs/s1600/CIMG0922.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570441975339616274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nr_BIXpjqJI/TU4vdo4LCBI/AAAAAAAAALk/LJWn6AQLhOs/s320/CIMG0922.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bought an ice-cream there. Red bean with chocolate. But they didn't mention there's vanilla in it too, and the vanilla is like 80% of the whole ice-cream. ._. Anyway, I ate the red bean and chocolate part which is quite nice, then gave my dad the rest of it. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, that should be it. Too lazy to post the rest up. Haha. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3733207025995680894-7049149777004949826?l=little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/feeds/7049149777004949826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3733207025995680894&amp;postID=7049149777004949826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/7049149777004949826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/7049149777004949826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/2011_02_01_archive.html#7049149777004949826' title='Shopping and Steamboat'/><author><name>huiqi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15832054247192460645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nr_BIXpjqJI/TU4rKGDEntI/AAAAAAAAALE/WetQTAqoick/s72-c/CIMG0891.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3733207025995680894.post-6641413468855239277</id><published>2011-02-04T14:12:00.022+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T22:37:19.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Chinese New Year; This year is different. ;D</title><content type='html'>Happy Chinese New Year! It's the second day of chinese new year today and I am back from Malaysia. In fact, I returned back yesterday but I was so tired out that I spent the rest of my day sleeping. =.= I fell asleep unknowingly, right after dinner. Definitely not a healthy habit. Anyway, my family and I headed to Malaysia on the eve of Chinese New Year, like we always do. It's a kind of routine or tradition for my family I suppose, to visit my grandma who is staying over there. We always stayed over at my uncle's house. LOL. It's hard to miss his house even if my dad is driving in the middle of the night, cause his house is the biggest among the neighbourhood and the brightest. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank goodness we are only staying for one night, and I always don't get to sleep at all because my uncle keeps setting off firecrackers. And it happens every year. I know it's to celebrate lah, but setting it off at night and all the way till dawn like 3a.m or 4a.m is a bit too much. I'm not a fan of carbon monoxide and loud noise, so it kind of irritates me alot. Once a year is enough for my poor heart I think. BUT, &lt;strong&gt;THIS YEAR WAS DIFFERENT&lt;/strong&gt;. He didn't set off anymore firecrackers after like 1a.m (he suddenly discovered his conscience I think), so I really got a good sleep. ;D Super happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I certainly can't imagine how extended family can live together, like all your relatives and parents-in-laws all under one roof. I can't stand it for a single day, so I cannot help but wonder how people can stay like this for their entire lives. Isn't it a bit suffocating? I have seen those drama serials where extended families live together, then have conflicts but in the end, all their differences will be resolved and they will eat their reunion dinner happily. That's utter bullshit. Dramas, they are so misleading. If life was that easy and convenient, you wouldn't even need to walk to the toilet to pee; the toilet bowl would come to you instead. =.= Fine, I admit I am a loner who just enjoys her space and privacy. THEN AGAIN, &lt;strong&gt;THIS YEAR WAS DIFFERENT&lt;/strong&gt;. My sis and I had the luxury of having the entire bedroom to ourselves. My brother fell asleep on the sofa, and my parents stayed up the entire night to chit-chat. HAHA. Chatterboxes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of the things I dread about CNY is also the fact that there is always practically nothing to do there. The adults would be gambling; but since I don't gamble, I hardly join them. As for my cousins, we only see them like on an annual basis and that's it, so we are quite distant. =.= Pathetic right. I mean, I tried talking to them before, like I said hi to them. But how to talk to them when they are so engrossed with their PSPs and Nintendo games??? ._. If I am lucky, I might get a response, a &lt;em&gt;grunt.&lt;/em&gt; I kind of got fed up, and so I always bring a book to read. LOL. HEY, THIS YEAR WAS DIFFERENT. There was this cousin I have never spoke to in my whole of 19 years, and I never remembered seeing him around during the past recent years. Anyway, none of us really recognized him. He actually said hi to us, but he got completely ignored. LOL. &lt;em&gt;Must be &lt;strong&gt;karma&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Well, he managed to talk to my brother. &lt;strong&gt;Men's talk.&lt;/strong&gt; =.= So exclusive sia, talk must go the the balcony one, my brother must be hiding some dirty secrets. I don't wanna know anywaaaaay. *pouts*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, so I only found out he was my cousin the next morning, when he joined us for breakfast, and my grandma was calling his name. At least I remembered by his name; my sister was completely oblivious to his existence. LOL. But then again, he changed alot. Wait, I haven't got to the best part yet. He grew his hair longer, and became so buff, and it's the OMFRIGGINGOD kind. SHUDDUP, I'm not checking him out, but it is soo obvious, like seriously in-your-face okay. Rule: I never never check my cousins out, that's like incest. That's really a pity, could have gotten him to show it off though. xD We could hold next year's CNY at the beach. HEHE. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, he is pretty okay, although he keeps lamenting over the fact that he has no girlfriends. I think that's his biggest obsession. Oh well, I suppose everybody has their own obsessions. HAHA. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK, onto better subjects. HEE. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nr_BIXpjqJI/TUuteSYph8I/AAAAAAAAAJk/rSYfGmGMekQ/s1600/2011-02-03%2B13.07.27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 211px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569736100016654274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nr_BIXpjqJI/TUuteSYph8I/AAAAAAAAAJk/rSYfGmGMekQ/s320/2011-02-03%2B13.07.27.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nr_BIXpjqJI/TUut01x839I/AAAAAAAAAJs/GlG9CeMCMis/s1600/2011-02-03%2B13.07.44.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 191px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569736487475142610" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nr_BIXpjqJI/TUut01x839I/AAAAAAAAAJs/GlG9CeMCMis/s320/2011-02-03%2B13.07.44.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nr_BIXpjqJI/TUuteSYph8I/AAAAAAAAAJk/rSYfGmGMekQ/s1600/2011-02-03%2B13.07.27.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nr_BIXpjqJI/TUuteSYph8I/AAAAAAAAAJk/rSYfGmGMekQ/s1600/2011-02-03%2B13.07.27.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My newly painted nails. Damn in love with it. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nr_BIXpjqJI/TUuzXqfW9DI/AAAAAAAAAKk/3N7Qh1tRAco/s1600/CIMG0869.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569742583297930290" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nr_BIXpjqJI/TUuzXqfW9DI/AAAAAAAAAKk/3N7Qh1tRAco/s320/CIMG0869.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My toe nails! Goes together with my fingers. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nr_BIXpjqJI/TUuteSYph8I/AAAAAAAAAJk/rSYfGmGMekQ/s1600/2011-02-03%2B13.07.27.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nr_BIXpjqJI/TUuuTKCls7I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/mkgycCGznjg/s1600/CIMG0885.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569737008309711794" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nr_BIXpjqJI/TUuuTKCls7I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/mkgycCGznjg/s320/CIMG0885.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nr_BIXpjqJI/TUuteSYph8I/AAAAAAAAAJk/rSYfGmGMekQ/s1600/2011-02-03%2B13.07.27.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nr_BIXpjqJI/TUuteSYph8I/AAAAAAAAAJk/rSYfGmGMekQ/s1600/2011-02-03%2B13.07.27.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nr_BIXpjqJI/TUuteSYph8I/AAAAAAAAAJk/rSYfGmGMekQ/s1600/2011-02-03%2B13.07.27.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my bear, :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nr_BIXpjqJI/TUuu8-md3mI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/FBpd1FI4pq0/s1600/CIMG0882.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569737726793473634" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nr_BIXpjqJI/TUuu8-md3mI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/FBpd1FI4pq0/s320/CIMG0882.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Sis.&lt;br /&gt;She's officially 14! Happy Birthday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.....................................................................................................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;P.S: wanted to take one with my cousin too, but a bit paiseh. =.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh, anyway,&lt;/span&gt; on the eve of CNY'S EVE, I went Chinatown. LOL, at midnight somemore. Damn awesome and lively there. They were selling new year goodies[the mochis and the jellies] at a seriously discounted rates, and I bought a few. From $1.50 per 100g to $1 per 100g, and I still get extra 2 bucks off. Sweet! xD And I took a few pictures. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nr_BIXpjqJI/TUuwn-rd6CI/AAAAAAAAAKE/rpK9Fl9CBso/s1600/CIMG0864.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569739565060450338" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nr_BIXpjqJI/TUuwn-rd6CI/AAAAAAAAAKE/rpK9Fl9CBso/s320/CIMG0864.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanted to take the CNY's decorations, but the dearest taxi just zoomed by conveniently and ended in my camera too. =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nr_BIXpjqJI/TUuxkST_y4I/AAAAAAAAAKM/ydHuZVLAmJg/s1600/CIMG0866.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 312px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569740601122868098" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nr_BIXpjqJI/TUuxkST_y4I/AAAAAAAAAKM/ydHuZVLAmJg/s320/CIMG0866.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nr_BIXpjqJI/TUu4o5bcjaI/AAAAAAAAAK8/nxGRrlGiJpk/s1600/CIMG0868.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569748376923966882" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nr_BIXpjqJI/TUu4o5bcjaI/AAAAAAAAAK8/nxGRrlGiJpk/s320/CIMG0868.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wanted to take a picture of the entire street, but not tall enough. ._.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nr_BIXpjqJI/TUuyampJoxI/AAAAAAAAAKc/VuV9l4239Zs/s1600/CIMG0868.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;...................................................................................................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To sum it up, here's a giant ferrero to set your mouth watering. HAHAHA. xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nr_BIXpjqJI/TUu3zC-4VwI/AAAAAAAAAK0/B-iBk_F82ww/s1600/CIMG0862.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569747451775571714" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nr_BIXpjqJI/TUu3zC-4VwI/AAAAAAAAAK0/B-iBk_F82ww/s320/CIMG0862.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nr_BIXpjqJI/TUuz1l58HhI/AAAAAAAAAKs/smP1_NfnPbM/s1600/CIMG0862.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, kidding, the giant size chocolate is not Ferrero, it's Terry's orange flavoured chocolate. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year feels awesome, and I have a feeling that it will just keep getting better. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Cheerios~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3733207025995680894-6641413468855239277?l=little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/feeds/6641413468855239277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3733207025995680894&amp;postID=6641413468855239277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/6641413468855239277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/6641413468855239277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/2011_02_01_archive.html#6641413468855239277' title='Happy Chinese New Year; This year is different. ;D'/><author><name>huiqi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15832054247192460645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nr_BIXpjqJI/TUuteSYph8I/AAAAAAAAAJk/rSYfGmGMekQ/s72-c/2011-02-03%2B13.07.27.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3733207025995680894.post-1230561912805783719</id><published>2011-02-01T20:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T21:32:07.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday party without the cake</title><content type='html'>It's the first day of February! Time flies! Just last month, you were celebrating New year, and this month, in another 2 days' time, you gonna celebrate Chinese New Year. LOL. I can't wait! Lots of goodies to gorge on, and I am going to keep count of how many mandarin oranges I am going to eat for this month. Haha. Last year, I actually ate quite alot, although I am not an orange fan. Heh. Healthy Living. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, in another 2 days, it's gonna be my sister's 14th birthday. Yup, her birthday this year happens to fall on CNY as well. Lucky right, it's double the red packets leh. *envious* HAHA. We thought of celebrating it for her today cos CNY that time, bakeries won't be open, and there wouldn't be any cakes for her to celebrate. I guess that's the down part of having your birthday on CNY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, I went out with my mum, and we saw this really huuuge chocolate cake, and we wanted to get it for my sister. But then, our relatives called and told us that they will be buying the cake. Fine, since they said they will take care of the cake, we didn't buy the one we saw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then? Then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They came and told us they forgot the cake. Like WTF. Don't want buy then say so earlier lah, or can't they call like earlier to inform, so that &lt;em&gt;we&lt;/em&gt; can get the cake for my sister. Yarh, so, it's a birthday celebration &lt;strong&gt;without &lt;/strong&gt;the cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget the cake, then come for dinner, and then one of them start complaining about ache at her body, don't know where also. Then say this cannot eat, that cannot eat. That stupid complaining bitch. &lt;strong&gt;MY MUM SPEND HOURS IN THE KITCHEN PREPARING THE FOOD OKAY&lt;/strong&gt;, CANNOT EAT THEN DON'T EAT LAH, NOBODY ALSO ASKED THEM TO EAT. AND MY MUM COOKS THE BEST DISHES IN THE WORLD, YOU MOTHERFUCKERS, GET FREE FOOD STILL WANT COMPLAIN. Cake also never buy, we told my sister that we are celebrating her birthday today, and who doesn't look forward their own birthday celebrations? Blowing out the candles and cutting the cake are one of the main things about a birthday celebration, no? Anyone celebrate birthdays without a cake? Except my sister, of course. They just have to ruin it for my sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like seriously, and my sister is not their goddamn slave. My sister told me that they always ask her to help them do things like throw litters and stuff, and even help the little complaining bitch pull out white hair. They even poke her in the back, like WTF. Yarh, my sis also never tell me earlier, relatives or not, if I see them poking my sister, I will make sure they get a lashing from me. Sorry, but my sister is not born to let you pathetic bloody freaks poke her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIGHS.  Getting angry on the first day of a new month is definitely not a great way to start things off. Nevertheless, I guess the actual birthday celebration will just have to be postponed after CNY. I will buy her a POKEMON CAKE. LOL. xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3733207025995680894-1230561912805783719?l=little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/feeds/1230561912805783719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3733207025995680894&amp;postID=1230561912805783719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/1230561912805783719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/1230561912805783719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/2011_02_01_archive.html#1230561912805783719' title='Birthday party without the cake'/><author><name>huiqi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15832054247192460645</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-3733207025995680894.post-6033925050912781809</id><published>2011-01-30T17:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T19:08:04.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheated D;</title><content type='html'>I feel cheated, no, actually, I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;am&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; cheated&lt;em&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;You see, I met this really cool guy who promised me the sun, the stars and the moon, a sports car, a big bungalow, hundreds of Chanel bags to last me a lifetime. I was touched and gave him my &lt;strong&gt;everything.&lt;/strong&gt; And he dumped me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOL. If anyone really believed this crap, just stick your head down the toilet bowl to clear it up. I haven't reach that level of stupidity yet. ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to today's point, I really got cheated, but in a different way of course. I went shopping with my sister since she has been complaining that I have been neglecting her because of work. Haha. She said everytime she tried to talk to me, I would have already been knocked out cold on the bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I saw this really really really extremely cute pouch which I instantly fell in love with in Mini toons. So I bought it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nr_BIXpjqJI/TUU1N2sOJxI/AAAAAAAAAJY/6nBrpPStboA/s1600/CIMG0861.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nr_BIXpjqJI/TUU1N2sOJxI/AAAAAAAAAJY/6nBrpPStboA/s1600/CIMG0861.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567915026449049362" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nr_BIXpjqJI/TUU1N2sOJxI/AAAAAAAAAJY/6nBrpPStboA/s320/CIMG0861.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nr_BIXpjqJI/TUU1N2sOJxI/AAAAAAAAAJY/6nBrpPStboA/s1600/CIMG0861.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;There, isn't it cute? I am going to use this for Chinese New Year to put all my angpaos [red packets]. Heehee. xD It's a bunny somemore, perfect for this year which is also the Rabbit year. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we walked around more, and my sister suggested going into More Than Words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what????&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;I saw the pouch there, exactly the same, selling at the price of $4.50. HOLY SHIT. Mini toons sold theirs at a price of $6.95. And there are more varieties at More than words too. The Mini Toons I went has only like 3 designs, which is the rabbit, elephant and a chick. More than Words has like practically all the designs there, like the frog, piglet, bear, etc. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which means I wasted $2.45. =.= MAAAAN, I feel so damn sad. LOL, if anyone is thinking of getting one too, I would recommend More Than Words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mini Toons, you daylight robber. ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, to happier things, I bought a book too. It's 'The Pact' by Jodi Picoult. It's really an enjoyable read, though I haven't finish yet, still halfway through. I must say, she is an incredible writer who touches on social issues which are so relevant to today's world through her stories. This book that I read talked about suicidal teenagers, sexual abuses, teenage sex and family relationships, in which she explored it through her characters. It's a deep book, and depressing too, and it will keep you thinking about certain issues, but then again, I have already outgrown my teenage years. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine, I was thinking of a blogpost about these issues some other time, but I supposed this would be the right time, though I hate it when my post gets looong and draggy. Nah, I was reading this book, and then I browsed through the Yahoo webpage and saw this news featured on the Yahoo webpage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Suicide warning on Facebook"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://sg.news.yahoo.com/ann/20110127/tap-m-sian-teen-leaves-fb-posting-warnin-aee7c44.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://sg.news.yahoo.com/ann/20110127/tap-m-sian-teen-leaves-fb-posting-warnin-aee7c44.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will just provide a summarised version, so this girl got suicidal after getting dumped by her boyfriend right after they had sex. Short and sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;._. Is it even necessary to have sex? At least make the guy buy you a gold ring first before you agree. It will&lt;br /&gt;1) put him off&lt;br /&gt;2) still can sell the ring and earn money after he dumped you, then use the money and hire a sumo wrestler to flatten him and his younger brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, getting dumped is not a happy thing, so I suppose there are some ways to prevent getting depressed.&lt;br /&gt;1) get multiple sex partners, it won't matter if you lose one.&lt;br /&gt;2) abstain, if you can't, go for option one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly, I don't condone premarital sex, if it happens, it happens right. LOL. xD Just don't turn suicidal, life's bigger than that; you only get to live once and only once, and you get the experience anyway, so why complain. Wasting it on a single person for revenge is really a waste, you will probably regret it while you lay dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL, anyway, I suppose I will go for a lighter read the next book. I wanted to get Sophie Kinsella's book [forgot the title]. Another book I have read is &lt;strong&gt;'Why The Toast Always Lands Butter Side Down-The Science of Murphy's Law'&lt;/strong&gt; by Richard Robinson which is an awesome read, though it's very dense [content-wise] and took me a couple of days to finish it. If you try to finish it within a day, you will probably be down with a serious case of indigestion of information. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright alright, I finished my long and dreary post. Cheers~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3733207025995680894-6033925050912781809?l=little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/feeds/6033925050912781809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3733207025995680894&amp;postID=6033925050912781809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/6033925050912781809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/6033925050912781809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/2011_01_01_archive.html#6033925050912781809' title='Cheated D;'/><author><name>huiqi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15832054247192460645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nr_BIXpjqJI/TUU1N2sOJxI/AAAAAAAAAJY/6nBrpPStboA/s72-c/CIMG0861.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3733207025995680894.post-2694611024165710009</id><published>2011-01-29T16:58:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T17:34:36.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spider in your pants</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Right, after a pretty good rest, I thought I should continue blogging since yesterday's post was quite incomplete. That's because there are so many things that happened. Well,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nr_BIXpjqJI/TUPXnzlGsUI/AAAAAAAAAI4/2uQDtWv6-J0/s1600/2011-01-26%2B10.29.38.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567530643220771138" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nr_BIXpjqJI/TUPXnzlGsUI/AAAAAAAAAI4/2uQDtWv6-J0/s320/2011-01-26%2B10.29.38.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This is to celebrate Grandma Neo and her Grandpa. Haha. Aww, aren't I sweet? xD I especially drew this for them. Grandma Neo looks decent right, cos she's my friend and I am biased. Haha. The guy looks slightly... =.= erm, deformed? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not my fault, he kept making fun of me, so he turned out like that. LOL. I sound like a spoilt brat. Hey, he requested for blings on his hair and I was nice enough to add it for him. For blind bats who can't see the blings, the tiny tiny circlesss on the hair are BLINGS ok, not chicken kebabs. But I still think this is an awesome picture. ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Alright, moving on to more interesting things,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567534897612185282" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nr_BIXpjqJI/TUPbfcbD3sI/AAAAAAAAAJI/9kZpKKssS9Y/s320/2011-01-29%2B16.53.40.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; My name tag. Haha! [I am sooo self-centered]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nr_BIXpjqJI/TUPcUm7pZPI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/fQVUDrw-xe4/s1600/IMG_0563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567535810966283506" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nr_BIXpjqJI/TUPcUm7pZPI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/fQVUDrw-xe4/s320/IMG_0563.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a photo with some of the people I met. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, I think that's about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I end this post, I feel that it is my responsibility and duty as a Singapore citizen to tell you that my sister found a spider in her pants. She was lucky that she actually shook her jeans and then the spider fell out. She killed it of course. But then the main message is that everyone should make a habit of shaking their pants before they wear it cos you will never know what's inside. Of course, I have already passed the message, so don't blame me if you didn't do it and then your butt starts shaking and twitching in the public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Cheers~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3733207025995680894-2694611024165710009?l=little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/feeds/2694611024165710009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3733207025995680894&amp;postID=2694611024165710009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/2694611024165710009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/2694611024165710009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/2011_01_01_archive.html#2694611024165710009' title='Spider in your pants'/><author><name>huiqi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15832054247192460645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nr_BIXpjqJI/TUPXnzlGsUI/AAAAAAAAAI4/2uQDtWv6-J0/s72-c/2011-01-26%2B10.29.38.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3733207025995680894.post-9185373991593391200</id><published>2011-01-28T17:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T18:42:44.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Walking on a sunny beach</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;LOL. Today's blogpost has nothing to do with it, I was just being random. But imagine how nice it would be to walk along the side of the beach, sipping on a cold drink and enjoying the breeze. That would be the best idea in the whole wide world after a few days of work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Yup, for the past few days, I have been slogging my guts out, waking up at five plus in the morning, rushing into the train during the peak hours and training my body to reach impossible yoga positions on the train in order to hold the hand grips. You'll be surprised to see, just head down to the train during the rush hours and you will be able to see hands and legs sticking out awkwardly, and you will marvel at the power of human beings during desperate times. Haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I'm not going to complain about work lah, actually, I am quite satisfied, to be specific, my eyes and wallet feel very very satisfied and full. LOL. Ok, I met lots of different people there, and they are all quite friendly and easy to get along. ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;And I quite learnt alot during the few days there. Let's see, there was one day I was assigned to be &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Room MANAGER&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. LOL. Impressive right? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;MANAGER&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; leh. From jobless to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;MANAGER&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, jealous or not? Yarh, but actually, the job is not very glamorous, just sound nice only. Technically, you just help out in the room, taking care of the slides, changing the slides for the different speakers. Then ten minutes before the workshop ends, you flash a card that says "10 minutes", then when time's up, you flash another card that says so. ._. But I had the privilege of listening to the speakers that people paid hundreds to attend, and I listened to it for &lt;em&gt;free&lt;/em&gt;. LOL. And the speakers are really amazing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So, there was this particular speaker that talked about how to be a good negotiator, and I thought it was pretty useful. One particular thing he mentioned that really left a deep impression was that the message intended is not always the message received by others, and I think that's really true. Oh well, I'm not going to waste my time to type everything that the speakers said, I 'll probably be sued for copyright infringement or something. Haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Things were pretty decent, especially the last two days, since there's hardly people coming in for registration, which was what my job is supposed to be anyway. So, it's quite slack. And I got introduced to a really fun game that I was really hooked onto and that's 'Angry Birds'. My boss so nice, still let me play with his iphone when my phone is in a crtical condition for playing too much. LOL, hope he does't dock my pay for playing, must suck up abit. HAHA. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I guess that's about it, wanted to blog earlier when everything is so fresh in the mind, but I was so tired out everyday, damn. I even shampooed my hair &lt;em&gt;twice &lt;/em&gt;by accident. =.= I wanted to take the conditioner, then somehow, I took the wrong one. And I was still staring dumbly at the foam in my hair and wondering since when does conditioner produce foam. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;That's about it for the time being, wait till my brain re-organised all the thoughts first, cos they are all in bits and pieces. Got pictures to upload too, but must wait till I decide to be more hardworking. Haha. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3733207025995680894-9185373991593391200?l=little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/feeds/9185373991593391200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3733207025995680894&amp;postID=9185373991593391200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/9185373991593391200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/9185373991593391200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/2011_01_01_archive.html#9185373991593391200' title='Walking on a sunny beach'/><author><name>huiqi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15832054247192460645</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-3733207025995680894.post-2355906533630245258</id><published>2011-01-23T17:50:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T19:13:16.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fire burning</title><content type='html'>Remember the lyrics from Sean Kingston's song, &lt;strong&gt;Fire Burning&lt;/strong&gt;? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Somebody call 911"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yup, in this case, maybe someone should call 995 (that's the number for the fire brigade in Singapore right?) Cos &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I nearly burnt down my entire kitchen today. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Ok, it's not really that bad. Nearly, or I wouldn't be sitting here and blogging. It just so happens that you know, on a Sunday afternoon, after I just got up. And I just want to slack at home for the rest of the day and not move my ass a single inch from where I'm sitting. So, I thought I will just settle for lunch at home, since my mum left a pot of soup from yesterday so that I can just heat it up and eat it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Easy right? Just put the pot on the stove and heat it up, it's idiot-proof. I don't even need to lift a single finger to prepare anything. Aaaaand so, I put the pot on the stove, turn on the fire and heat it up. Here comes the next part, since it doesn't boil instantly, I went back into my room and &lt;em&gt;completely forgot about the soup on the stove the moment I step into my room.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The next thing I knew, I smelt something burning in the house, and I thought someone is burning incense paper, until I remembered the soup. LOL. Thank god my brother's at home today as well, actually he smelt the smoke first, and he switch the fire off. [See? NS training isn't so bad right? It hones your skills and train you to be aware of any danger so that you can protect your friends and families. I salute them all. xD] When I shot into the kitchen, I find myself staring at the remains from the intense lovemaking between the pot and the stove, the food was completely burnt, so was the pot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;._. There goes my lunch. Hey, I was looking forward to it ok. My mum cooks the best soup in the world. And she specially added all the things I bought from the supermarket [vegetables of course] even though some were dubious-looking. LOL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nr_BIXpjqJI/TTwDybr9WGI/AAAAAAAAAIo/yaqmzR72lk8/s1600/CIMG0852.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nr_BIXpjqJI/TTwDybr9WGI/AAAAAAAAAIo/yaqmzR72lk8/s1600/CIMG0852.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565327404483565666" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nr_BIXpjqJI/TTwDybr9WGI/AAAAAAAAAIo/yaqmzR72lk8/s320/CIMG0852.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nr_BIXpjqJI/TTwDybr9WGI/AAAAAAAAAIo/yaqmzR72lk8/s1600/CIMG0852.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nr_BIXpjqJI/TTwDybr9WGI/AAAAAAAAAIo/yaqmzR72lk8/s1600/CIMG0852.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nr_BIXpjqJI/TTwDybr9WGI/AAAAAAAAAIo/yaqmzR72lk8/s1600/CIMG0852.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The burnt pot. I added water inside so that the the food won't get stuck. Haha. =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nr_BIXpjqJI/TTwDybr9WGI/AAAAAAAAAIo/yaqmzR72lk8/s1600/CIMG0852.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nr_BIXpjqJI/TTwDybr9WGI/AAAAAAAAAIo/yaqmzR72lk8/s1600/CIMG0852.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nr_BIXpjqJI/TTwDybr9WGI/AAAAAAAAAIo/yaqmzR72lk8/s1600/CIMG0852.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nr_BIXpjqJI/TTwEW35idcI/AAAAAAAAAIw/hMrFVyCqry8/s1600/2011-01-23%2B17.19.34.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 314px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 255px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565328030532007362" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nr_BIXpjqJI/TTwEW35idcI/AAAAAAAAAIw/hMrFVyCqry8/s320/2011-01-23%2B17.19.34.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nr_BIXpjqJI/TTwEW35idcI/AAAAAAAAAIw/hMrFVyCqry8/s1600/2011-01-23%2B17.19.34.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The pot. It can't be seen clearly, but the bottom of the pot is nearly all black. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;..................................................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.................................................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;....................................................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.......................................................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;....................................................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;....................................................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;....................................................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;....................................................................................................................................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;...................................................................................................................................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Not to mention the kitchen has a really bad smell now, like someone just smoked a dozen packet of cigarettes inside. If you still can't imagine the smell, just boil 100 packets of cigarettes in your kitchen. There you go, now your kitchen would smell the same too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.................................................................................................................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyway, I was scrubbing the pot with all my might when my mum came home from work. ._. I was trying to act innocent, but you can't really do so holding a burnt pot in your hand and having a reputation for burning all the pots at home. [quite frankly, all the pots at home has been burnt by me at least once, except the wok (can that thing be burnt in the first place??? cos I seem to never be able to burn that thing, not that I'm trying but well...)] &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.............................................................................................................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then she peered into the pot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mum: You burnt the pot again?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Me (sheepish laughter) and continued scrubbing the pot even more vigourously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mum: It's quite bad. [then she walked away]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;......................................................................................................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Haha. SHE NEVER SCOLD ME LEH. She just told me to put the pot in water and leave it. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then my dad came in later. Went into the kitchen &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Dad: Woah, who burn the pot? Huiqi? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Me [sheepish laughter] and lying lazily on the sofa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.........................................................................................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yarh, I got a mini lecture from my dad on fire safety, but he also never scold me. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Maybe it's because they are going for a wedding dinner later. Haha. They asked what I'm going to eat. I was going to tell them I'm cooking, but then I think that's a bad idea right? LOL. They gave me thirty bucks in the end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.......................................................................................................................................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;...........................................................................................................................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;....................................................................................................................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.................................................................................................................................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's their way of telling me STAY AWAY FROM THE KITCHEN. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3733207025995680894-2355906533630245258?l=little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/feeds/2355906533630245258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3733207025995680894&amp;postID=2355906533630245258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/2355906533630245258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/2355906533630245258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/2011_01_01_archive.html#2355906533630245258' title='Fire burning'/><author><name>huiqi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15832054247192460645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nr_BIXpjqJI/TTwDybr9WGI/AAAAAAAAAIo/yaqmzR72lk8/s72-c/CIMG0852.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3733207025995680894.post-491445226082303991</id><published>2011-01-21T00:05:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T01:00:15.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's beautiful with an awkward silence</title><content type='html'>While I wait for my hair to dry, which is going to be a looong time, since my hair is quite long, I thought I should blog something. Something interesting, something memorable, something that caught my eye and had my attention. Which is....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Haha. LOL. xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Awkward silence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;._. Guess my joke's pretty bad right. Yes, wait, no, I'm not going to blog about myself, I'm going to blog about "awkwardness". I just hate awkward situations. You know, the kind where you shuffle your feet, look abit blankly and admire the ornaments on the wall like you are in the musuem, if there's mirror, you suddenly realise how beautiful you were or how you never notice the ugly wart growing on your nose, or in most cases, you bury yourself in your food and suddenly realised how tasty fried cockroaches taste, and all the time, nothing is said, no eye contact is made, and awkward smiles are passed around. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I know it's temporary, and in most cases, awkwardness comes from unfamiliar acquaintance. You never seen the people before, don't know what they like, what they don't, only a vague impression of them from the bits and pieces of information you managed to gather, you just don't know how much you can say or cannot say without offending. And when you reach home, you kneel in front of the altar and pray hard that you will never see them again. HAHA. =.= Of course things were never that convenient, and so, the second best is to improve the awkward situations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Here's how&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1) stalk them. Then you will know everything about them, from the names of their family members to the name of their pet dog, you might even find out how many pieces of undergarments they have [though you should use that to blackmail instead, but that's illegal lah, so do it at your own risk].&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2) suck up. Even if they look like crap with seaweed stuck between their teeth, or their wig suddenly fly off and exposed a bald area, give them the compliments, and keep complimenting them. [LOL, chances are they will run at the sight of you, so in a way, the awkward situation will be resolved anyway.]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Haha. Ok, I'm very tired out already, and my brain has just auto shut down. So, I'm going off to sleep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Note: actually, things are not that bad. Cheers people, pinch of salt, pinch of salt, pinch of salt. xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3733207025995680894-491445226082303991?l=little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/feeds/491445226082303991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3733207025995680894&amp;postID=491445226082303991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/491445226082303991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/491445226082303991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/2011_01_01_archive.html#491445226082303991' title='Life&apos;s beautiful with an awkward silence'/><author><name>huiqi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15832054247192460645</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-3733207025995680894.post-111156706227173703</id><published>2011-01-17T19:58:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T21:55:34.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Optimistically pessimistic?</title><content type='html'>Look at this face: &lt;strong&gt;:D: &lt;/strong&gt;what do you see first? A smiley face or a sad face?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nr_BIXpjqJI/TTQwfGzKreI/AAAAAAAAAHo/XKU5j3TObqg/s1600/sf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 42px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 37px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563124750668705250" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nr_BIXpjqJI/TTQwfGzKreI/AAAAAAAAAHo/XKU5j3TObqg/s320/sf.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For those who see a smiley face, you are the optimistic kind. The ever-easy going, cheerful people who are constantly looking at the bright side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nr_BIXpjqJI/TTRJ2woS97I/AAAAAAAAAIg/k97KiVEdw-A/s1600/sf2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 50px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 47px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563152644825085874" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nr_BIXpjqJI/TTRJ2woS97I/AAAAAAAAAIg/k97KiVEdw-A/s320/sf2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For those who see a sad face, you are the pessimistic kind. The gloomy emo kind who always think that life is down in the dumps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;While for the minority who cannot see anything at all except for two colons and a D. You are most probably faceless, and suffering from bipolar disorder, and every time you try to smile or cry, your face goes into a spastic mode because it cannot decide whether to laugh or to cry. Congratulations, it's time to see a shrink.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Disclaimer: &lt;/em&gt;The test above has &lt;strong&gt;no&lt;/strong&gt; scientific truth and is based purely on Huiqi's theory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;LOL. Anyway, on a beautiful Sunday morning, where birds are chirping and the sun is glowing rosily, Huiqi has a sudden inspiration to be a model. She whipped out her camera and rope in her poor assistant photographer. They are going to do a cover shot for magazines for the nerds and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FAILED &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;miserably. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 191px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 207px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563147261264599042" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nr_BIXpjqJI/TTRE9ZTdGAI/AAAAAAAAAH4/iAAR7HYbC0E/s320/CIMG0762.JPG" /&gt;Ok, it feels weird talking in third person. Anyway, while I'm at it, I thought of snapping a picture of my back too, just to see how long my hair is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nr_BIXpjqJI/TTRHNfyQuGI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/y7wrOWBnZCw/s1600/CIMG0810.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 179px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 205px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563149736905586786" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nr_BIXpjqJI/TTRHNfyQuGI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/y7wrOWBnZCw/s320/CIMG0810.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nice right? Haha. Totally in love with my back view. xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hmm, reminds me of what someone said before that if your back looks nice, your front probably looks like shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I shouldn't have said that, should I? ._.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;LOL. As long as my picture don't end up on the dart board, I guess I could live with that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3733207025995680894-111156706227173703?l=little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/feeds/111156706227173703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3733207025995680894&amp;postID=111156706227173703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/111156706227173703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/111156706227173703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/2011_01_01_archive.html#111156706227173703' title='Optimistically pessimistic?'/><author><name>huiqi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15832054247192460645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nr_BIXpjqJI/TTQwfGzKreI/AAAAAAAAAHo/XKU5j3TObqg/s72-c/sf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3733207025995680894.post-1807807450520492298</id><published>2011-01-15T18:51:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T23:18:22.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Older men, younger girls?</title><content type='html'>Just read in the Yahoo Webpage about a 42 year old man having an affair with a 13 year old student for about four to five years. The 13 year old is now 17. Steady eh? &lt;strong&gt;*rolls eyes*&lt;/strong&gt; Well, to top it off nicely, the guy is married with two children. How's that? Attention grabbing right? The age factor itself is probably raising a few eyebrows, but the marital status is another thing altogether. Let's start with age first. Question one: would you ever date someone who is twice or even thrice your age? I mean, if he's not dirty rich like Playboy founder Hugh Hefner who doesn't need to try and gets women fawning at his feet anyway, but is someone who is your ordinary Tom, Dick or Harry. Looks wise, let's just assume he's average looking, your typical uncle [just go to any coffee shop and find]. Cos no one in their right mind would date an aging fugly Shrek look-alike unless of course&lt;br /&gt;1) he's rich&lt;br /&gt;2) or it just happens you look like an ogre yourself and desperate for the attention&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, back to topic, I'm not discriminating against anybody ok. I'm just curious. What makes some girls willing to date a waaaay older guy and get fucked by him? &lt;strong&gt;*shudders* &lt;/strong&gt;I know there's a saying "Love is blind". But being "blinded" or "blind" should have a certain extent right? I mean, frankly, if I'm being asked by a 42 year old guy to go steady with him, married or not, I would probably snigger into my phone and say no, unless he decided to take a knife and point it to my neck. Sorry, when I was 13, even though it's embarrassing, I still have to say, I'm actually crazier over Pokemon than over boys, and I much rather date a Snorlax than an old man. Fine, I'm not saying dating old guys is a totally bad idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's why:&lt;br /&gt;1) he's more stable. Sad to say, older guys are probably more emotionally stable than younger ones who tend to "emo" alot. You get more security I suppose. True? Haha. It's guess work since I have never date a waaaay older man before. [experienced girls may want to enlighten me]&lt;br /&gt;2) you get expensive presents, credit cards, being driven around, or at least you don't have to take public transport and get squashed because he can pay for your taxi fares.&lt;br /&gt;3) you get attention, albeit negative kind. Can go around boasting you got a great guy [although a bit old] and showing off the newest &lt;em&gt;Prada&lt;/em&gt; bag that he has probably stolen for you. Very got face right?&lt;br /&gt;4) With him around, you can get endless supplies of alcohol and cigarettes. Can even go clubbing despite being underage cos you got Mount Everest aka the old man behind you.&lt;br /&gt;5) you get great sex because he's most probably very &lt;em&gt;sexperienced.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand,&lt;br /&gt;1) He's probably married, with children.&lt;br /&gt;2) He's only interested in sex.&lt;br /&gt;3) He probably have herpes, or some sexually-transmitted disease[STDs].&lt;br /&gt;4) He is, in fact, a pedophile.&lt;br /&gt;5) You are probably not his only girlfriend, but the 100th.&lt;br /&gt;6) He probably keeps a collection of videos of both of you having sex.&lt;br /&gt;7) You need to be discreet and sneaky, or the next time you will see him is probably 20 years later, when he's out of jail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the list goes on, feel free to add.&lt;br /&gt;The results? The cons outweighs the pros. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving onto the marital status, if a married guy hits on you, and you know that he comes along in a package with a wife and kids, would you still be willing to go out with him? For me, it's a definitely a big NONO. And I can give you tons of reasonsfor that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I hate being second, yes, I want to be the number one wife. LOL, at least in this life, I will still have a top status. xD&lt;br /&gt;2) I don't wanna hold hands and do kinky things with someone old enough to be my father. &lt;strong&gt;*shudders*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) my conscience will probably bug me for the rest of my life, haunting me with n&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nr_BIXpjqJI/TTGHWugbyDI/AAAAAAAAAGI/y1GPeSzsR7M/s1600/william%2Bhung.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 105px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 140px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562375839290214450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nr_BIXpjqJI/TTGHWugbyDI/AAAAAAAAAGI/y1GPeSzsR7M/s320/william%2Bhung.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ightmares of marrying William Hung. [here's a pic to remind you who he is]&lt;br /&gt;4) On a more serious note, nobody wants their homes and families wrecked, so don't do it either.&lt;br /&gt;5) I'll probably get herpes too.&lt;br /&gt;6) I don't want to take care of the kids. I'm still young, thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For girls who actually did it, it's probably because&lt;br /&gt;1) they have an inferior complex&lt;br /&gt;2) they are fugly&lt;br /&gt;3) they are attention-seeking&lt;br /&gt;4) it is thrilling, see how long they can go before getting caught.&lt;br /&gt;5) they &lt;em&gt;luurve&lt;/em&gt; branded items, but can't afford it.&lt;br /&gt;6) they most likely have herpes or STDs too.&lt;br /&gt;7) they want great sex.&lt;br /&gt;LOL. Take all these with a pinch of salt ok. Since I don't understand their mentality anyway, and I'm trying my best to put myself in their shoes. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm too lazy to put the link of the yahoo article since such cases are getting to be common and they are just one of the many out there anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Tadaa~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3733207025995680894-1807807450520492298?l=little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/feeds/1807807450520492298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3733207025995680894&amp;postID=1807807450520492298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/1807807450520492298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/1807807450520492298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/2011_01_01_archive.html#1807807450520492298' title='Older men, younger girls?'/><author><name>huiqi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15832054247192460645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nr_BIXpjqJI/TTGHWugbyDI/AAAAAAAAAGI/y1GPeSzsR7M/s72-c/william%2Bhung.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3733207025995680894.post-5595753690826050981</id><published>2011-01-14T17:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T18:47:33.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The ghosts must be crazy; the world is crazy</title><content type='html'>Had driving lesson in the morning, cos the instructor called early in the morning and push the lesson forward. So I had 45mins to get ready and get my ass there. Nevertheless, I was still late. Haha. Nearly killed the instructor today. Well, I kinda let go of the clutch too fast and step on the accelerator pedal abit too hard, then the whole car just surged forward&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;                                                  -when I was going to make a turn. &lt;/div&gt;So, he was trying to hold onto the handle and control my steering wheel for me. LOL. I know I am supposed to look guilty and probably hang my head in shame, but the sight of the instructor then made me laugh instead. Hard, I was trying to suppress my laughter and turning it into an inncocent coughing fit. But other than that, things were pretty much ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised that for every lesson, I must give my instructor the shock of the day. Haha. And that's not good at all, given his pretty old age. I must bear that in mind. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after the lesson, I went to watch a movie. I wanted to watch &lt;strong&gt;"Burlesque"&lt;/strong&gt; but I ended up watching the movie &lt;strong&gt;"The Ghosts Must be Crazy&lt;/strong&gt;"(&lt;strong&gt;TGMC&lt;/strong&gt;) instead. ._. It's a local movie directed by Mark Lee and Boris Boo. It came as a surprise to see Mark Lee co-directing the movie. But when I watch the beginning, they still labelled it as a Jack Neo film. Hmm. ._. I suppose he had a hand in directing the movie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I kind of enjoyed the movie. It's a comedic horror movie, which is a nice change from all those hardcore horror movies which just insist on scaring the shit out of people (screw &lt;strong&gt;The Eye&lt;/strong&gt;), which means even though I get the goosebumps from watching &lt;strong&gt;TGMC&lt;/strong&gt;, I can't help but laugh along. Some parts are simply too dry to laugh along even though I suspect it's meant to be funny. Anyway, I suppose local horror movies can take this new direction. ;D Make it funny, and so people won't curse the ghosts. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I still realise in the movie that the casting are sooo &lt;em&gt;sexist.&lt;/em&gt; [Is that why they called it a &lt;em&gt;Jack Neo film&lt;/em&gt;? Typical Jack Neo film.) What do they have against female actresses anyway? The main characters are male-dominated. =.= Sorry, my feminist side speaking up. Of course, there are females in the movie, but those are the minor roles one like being the lounge hostesses and going gaga over money. Yeah, those scene just made me roll my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, I think Dennis Chew did a great job. LOL. For the first time, he doesn't look like a cute little boy anymore. On the contrary, he can actually compete with the ghost from &lt;strong&gt;The Eye&lt;/strong&gt;. He won't lose. Haha. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, I hope I can watch &lt;strong&gt;Burlesque&lt;/strong&gt; next time. Wanna see Christina Aguilera. ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3733207025995680894-5595753690826050981?l=little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/feeds/5595753690826050981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3733207025995680894&amp;postID=5595753690826050981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/5595753690826050981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/5595753690826050981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/2011_01_01_archive.html#5595753690826050981' title='The ghosts must be crazy; the world is crazy'/><author><name>huiqi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15832054247192460645</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-3733207025995680894.post-6077702177106950749</id><published>2011-01-12T13:43:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T18:58:35.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Since I am so free today, I thought I will just blog something to pass my time away. Haha. Well, I know that the Channel 8 drama &lt;strong&gt;"Breakout"&lt;/strong&gt; has ended just last week, I think. And I am kinda disappointed with how the ending turns out to be. Okay, maybe it's very disappointing. The last episode, I mean. Everything in the drama was progressing nicely and smoothly, and even though I don't really watch all the episodes, I make it a point to watch the last episode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The feeling I get from it was that it's very rushed. Like a race against time, and the producer want to settle everything fast fast within the episode. Sighs. What happened to all those good dramas with resounding endings? It's like Singapore dramas are mimicking those western dramas, with all those cliffhangers, and failing miserably at it. (Just go watch Unriddle). Not everyone appreciates cliffhangers. That's the reason why I never watch those western shows. Like the time I watched "Lost"(fell in love with the show), it never seems to end, and there is so many friggin seasons. Whenever it says SEASON FINALE, there is always a cliffhanger. I gave up on that show. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The climax of "Breakout" was at the last episode, and the ironic part was that it is so ANTI-CLIMAX. The final showdown was held on a boat, ermm, a yacht? Anyway, it's really lame. When I was watching it, my jaw was &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nr_BIXpjqJI/TS1EWs93pQI/AAAAAAAAAFw/yA9dUMf6XT4/s1600/jaw%2Bdropping.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 277px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 173px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561176271690900738" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nr_BIXpjqJI/TS1EWs93pQI/AAAAAAAAAFw/yA9dUMf6XT4/s320/jaw%2Bdropping.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;really dropping out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, I mean, the part where the character which Guo Liang acted [Yang Tian Wei?] was going to die, and he used his last breath to lament how he couldn't break out of [I forgot] and then he went spastic and die, just like that. ._. Just two stabs from Jeanette Aw [and Christopher Lee haven't even die yet despite bleeding so much]. What makes me cringe even more was when Dai Yang Tian AKA Yang Zhen Feng started screaming and yelling madly. It's ...words can't really describe my feelings back then. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the other hand, I like Jeanette Aw's new image. I thought she look quite hot despite being a schizo. The way she talked made me cringe[ all slurry, I had to read the subtitles to get what she's talking everytime], but her voice sounds quite nice, like mature and sexy, unlike all her previous roles where she speaks with that cutesy voice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nr_BIXpjqJI/TS1MJ4RVtqI/AAAAAAAAAF4/ryf1VfOwyv4/s1600/jeanette%2Baw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 253px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 264px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561184847480075938" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nr_BIXpjqJI/TS1MJ4RVtqI/AAAAAAAAAF4/ryf1VfOwyv4/s320/jeanette%2Baw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She will be on my top 10 hottest list, as long as she keeps her hairstyle. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love the part when she rolled her dead brother and father into the sea. Ouch. HAHA. xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And another thing. Christopher Lee shouldn't have die. Daaaaaang. D; Ok, I am biased, cos he's one of my favourite actors. They should just let him live. ._.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, since I have so much time, I think I will go watch &lt;strong&gt;Lost&lt;/strong&gt; now. xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Cheerios~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3733207025995680894-6077702177106950749?l=little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/feeds/6077702177106950749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3733207025995680894&amp;postID=6077702177106950749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/6077702177106950749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/6077702177106950749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/2011_01_01_archive.html#6077702177106950749' title=''/><author><name>huiqi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15832054247192460645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nr_BIXpjqJI/TS1EWs93pQI/AAAAAAAAAFw/yA9dUMf6XT4/s72-c/jaw%2Bdropping.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3733207025995680894.post-3585865968819870584</id><published>2011-01-09T01:52:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T16:23:05.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Class Outing, 8 Jan</title><content type='html'>Alrights! Just came home from the 4e2'o7 class outing. Wow! It's been a looong time since I last saw many of them. It's always nice to see old classmates, and I must say, many of them changed alot, well to me I guess, cos we have all grown up. [yarh, 3 friggin years, who wouldn't?] Haha. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, we intended to eat Seoul garden, but eventually changed our minds and settle down to Bugis(somewhere there lah, don't know the exact place) for steamboat. There are lots of steamboat shops along the street. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nr_BIXpjqJI/TSlj0YzssvI/AAAAAAAAAFI/xYs8FW1iqxI/s1600/CIMG0746.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560084966629225202" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nr_BIXpjqJI/TSlj0YzssvI/AAAAAAAAAFI/xYs8FW1iqxI/s320/CIMG0746.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the one we had our steamboat. Damn crowded, food isn't bad though. Twenty bucks per person is quite reasonable I think. Toilet was quite bad. =.= It's hidden in some dark corner, plus the windows are like slightly open, which made me feel so conscious cos I can see what's outside and somehow I get this feeling that people can see me inside too. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Didn't take much pictures of the food cos I was so busy eating. LOL. Lots of seafood and prawn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Side-note: my sis just told me that too much chilli and prawn will make people break out more. True? I don't know. Maybe someone should enlighten me. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We stayed in there till around 9plus. Yup, I think we actually ate for about 3 hours. Then we left...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;IN VICKY'S CAR. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am still quite excited over the car even though it's not mine. ;D It's a manual car somemore. HEEHEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nr_BIXpjqJI/TSlpmguXCtI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/I2t8Uy4seFc/s1600/CIMG0747.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560091325305916114" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nr_BIXpjqJI/TSlpmguXCtI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/I2t8Uy4seFc/s320/CIMG0747.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's her car. Mad awesome right. :D And I actually got to sit in front too. Cool, cos in my whole of 19, soon to be 20 years of life, this is probably my third or fourth time sitting in front. ._.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nr_BIXpjqJI/TSlqwpd7BuI/AAAAAAAAAFY/63HQthAQDak/s1600/CIMG0748.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560092598963209954" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nr_BIXpjqJI/TSlqwpd7BuI/AAAAAAAAAFY/63HQthAQDak/s320/CIMG0748.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Took pictures from inside the car. Haha. Feel like a suaku who never seen the city before. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we met up with Renuka and went BPP Mac since it's 24 hours to chill.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nr_BIXpjqJI/TSlrmTFK9GI/AAAAAAAAAFg/G436gMhbv6k/s1600/CIMG0751.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560093520666752098" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nr_BIXpjqJI/TSlrmTFK9GI/AAAAAAAAAFg/G436gMhbv6k/s320/CIMG0751.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Took a few photos inside only, since we are in public. The rest of the photos are in facebook. Haha. And we talked about random random stuff in the world. Feels so nice to catch up with them. So happening lah. Haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's see, got Vicky's astrological predictions. HAHA. So cool. Wonder if that's really true or not. Just have to wait till she's 26. xD Exciting exciting~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nr_BIXpjqJI/TSluklp1s5I/AAAAAAAAAFo/UapKJR-nxw8/s1600/photo1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560096789827531666" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nr_BIXpjqJI/TSluklp1s5I/AAAAAAAAAFo/UapKJR-nxw8/s320/photo1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And there's Sally's glue. Haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Renuka and I trying to mimic them. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And finally Renuka's Vicky[male version] xD All the way in Brunei now. HEEHEE. MY BUFFET~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, that's about it. Cheers people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;note: lost all the links when I changed the blogskin. If anyone[if there is anyone in the first place] who chanced upon my blog, just drop a link. [provided I know you lah]. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3733207025995680894-3585865968819870584?l=little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/feeds/3585865968819870584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3733207025995680894&amp;postID=3585865968819870584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/3585865968819870584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/3585865968819870584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/2011_01_01_archive.html#3585865968819870584' title='Class Outing, 8 Jan'/><author><name>huiqi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15832054247192460645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nr_BIXpjqJI/TSlj0YzssvI/AAAAAAAAAFI/xYs8FW1iqxI/s72-c/CIMG0746.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3733207025995680894.post-2213777257718851040</id><published>2011-01-07T19:52:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T20:24:02.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I really really hate my dad when it comes to phones. YES, MOBILE PHONES. It pisses me off very badly. Because everytime I changed a new phone, he would take my previous phone to use and... &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;HE DOESN'T KNOW HOW TO TAKE CARE OF MY OLD PHONE! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I know that the old phone is none of my concern since I decided to abandon it for a more chic phone. But I can't help but feel a sentimental attachment to my old phones, because I don't change my phone monthly or what[not that rich anyway], and I changed my phone like once every two plus years when my contract is up. So well, there are so many memories in the phone, like my fingerprints and the way I lovingly caress and kiss my phone when I'm using it. Exaggeration, but, that's kinda true to a extent what. No meh? When you message using your phone, your finger moves up and down the keypad and... and when you call, your mouth near the phone what, so hahaha... ._. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to topic, my dad abuses my phone! He throws it around and since it's a slide phone, you know how some people slide their phone sometimes when they are in a bad mood. Yeah, my dad does that regardless of his mood. I don't do that! Ok, fine, maybe sometimes. Just a few weeks after he used my phone, the back of the phone is near dropping off. And today, he damn good. He used rubberband to tie the phone together, so you can imagine how bad it is. I'm not kidding. the keybad is already dangling, loose and threatening to drop out and break into small pieces soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nr_BIXpjqJI/TScDBnfr_cI/AAAAAAAAAFA/kTDHCkDTyQo/s1600/2011-01-07%2B19.55.06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559415591328808386" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nr_BIXpjqJI/TScDBnfr_cI/AAAAAAAAAFA/kTDHCkDTyQo/s320/2011-01-07%2B19.55.06.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;SEE. see how bad it is. D;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This one is the winner. The button has completely fallen off. =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nr_BIXpjqJI/TScCyk71LtI/AAAAAAAAAE4/E9NtDoYKxnI/s1600/2011-01-07%2B19.51.49.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nr_BIXpjqJI/TScCyk71LtI/AAAAAAAAAE4/E9NtDoYKxnI/s1600/2011-01-07%2B19.51.49.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nr_BIXpjqJI/TScCyk71LtI/AAAAAAAAAE4/E9NtDoYKxnI/s1600/2011-01-07%2B19.51.49.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559415332943507154" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nr_BIXpjqJI/TScCyk71LtI/AAAAAAAAAE4/E9NtDoYKxnI/s320/2011-01-07%2B19.51.49.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The rubber band was used to secure the falling keypad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He can totally forget about using my Samsung Galaxy S. *looks determined*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3733207025995680894-2213777257718851040?l=little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/feeds/2213777257718851040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3733207025995680894&amp;postID=2213777257718851040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/2213777257718851040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/2213777257718851040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/2011_01_01_archive.html#2213777257718851040' title=''/><author><name>huiqi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15832054247192460645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nr_BIXpjqJI/TScDBnfr_cI/AAAAAAAAAFA/kTDHCkDTyQo/s72-c/2011-01-07%2B19.55.06.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3733207025995680894.post-9011988784569142456</id><published>2011-01-06T16:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T18:12:51.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Ok, so I just had a change of blogskin, after about 3 years of looking at the same one. I hope it looks more cheerful. ;D There were lots of nice blogskins around, just too bad I only can choose one. Nevertheless, I am quite satisfied with this one, though the old one actually looks quite good, but it's quite messy. Still haven't finish updating, geez, it's quite troublesome when you are a techno-idiot. ._. Oh well oh well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not sure if I should delete all the old posts, cos everything looked so repetitive when I looked through. =.= School school school. I don't even wanna read them too, just want to keep them in a tightly locked cupboard, if that's possible. So, still in the midst of thinking, since those are precious memories too. Hmm, maybe I will just delete some. Haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After so long, I don't even know what to write about. My life? Nah, boring. It's gonna sound like the same thing all over again, eat, sleep, play and rot. Maybe once in a while, I will just complain about how much weight I gained, yarh, the non-existent fats I can't even see myself. LOL. But well, today, I decided to aspire to become a writer. I am going to write a book entitled &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"The Life of a klutzy Miss Scatterbrain". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It all started in the morning when I was sleeping. I was so determined to just stay at home to save money today cos well, I can feel my wallet thinning. Then I received a call from my driving instructor. Yes, apparently, I had lesson today and I thought it was supposed to be tomorrow. Anyway, he insisted I come down, so I did. Took a cab there, talk about saving money. =.= In the end, I checked my phone schedule, and I actually saved the correct date (which is today) and I memorized the WRONG date. Hahahahaha. =.= Thank god my instructor was a super nice guy, awwww. ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before I forget, I went to bugis junction on the day of new year. It's damn crowded and there is barely space to walk. So, in the end, we bought nothing. Cos it's such a wasted to go back empty-handed, we stopped by a shop where I could buy some food. And that's Chewy Juniors. ;D They sell very nice cream puffs there. Love it! I bought the 6 per box one, since it was the first time I'm trying it, but dang, I should have bought more cos it's really nice. D;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nr_BIXpjqJI/TSWS90NeaNI/AAAAAAAAAEw/qDGUU_g7ZLk/s1600/2011-01-01%2B20.00.23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559010905743583442" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nr_BIXpjqJI/TSWS90NeaNI/AAAAAAAAAEw/qDGUU_g7ZLk/s320/2011-01-01%2B20.00.23.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Took a picture of them, look like donuts though. ;D The upper left one is seriously damn nice [that's the only one I ate, cos my brother and dad liked it and they finished it] It's 30 cents extra, but worth it. It's called the Triple Chocolate if I'm not wrong. IT'S DEFINITELY A MUST-TRY. HAHAHA. Then there's strawberry and the blueberry puff, hmm, haven't tried those yet. D; And the bottom right and left are the Oreos cream puff. My sis tried it and she say got a milky taste. ._. I think it's just her taste buds though. The bottom center one is the double chocolate, yeah, all eaten by my brother and dad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's about it. Tadaa~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3733207025995680894-9011988784569142456?l=little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/feeds/9011988784569142456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3733207025995680894&amp;postID=9011988784569142456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/9011988784569142456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/9011988784569142456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/2011_01_01_archive.html#9011988784569142456' title=''/><author><name>huiqi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15832054247192460645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nr_BIXpjqJI/TSWS90NeaNI/AAAAAAAAAEw/qDGUU_g7ZLk/s72-c/2011-01-01%2B20.00.23.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3733207025995680894.post-3771768437030323333</id><published>2011-01-03T21:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T21:57:29.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Change takes time, and it's hard to change suddenly. It's hard trying, so I hope you will stay with me throughout it all and see me through. Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3733207025995680894-3771768437030323333?l=little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/feeds/3771768437030323333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3733207025995680894&amp;postID=3771768437030323333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/3771768437030323333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/3771768437030323333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/2011_01_01_archive.html#3771768437030323333' title=''/><author><name>huiqi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15832054247192460645</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-3733207025995680894.post-1462090631835907898</id><published>2011-01-02T21:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T21:26:26.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The second day of a new year. Refreshing. Hope it brings hope to people, a new start and a new beginning. I know it is a bit late to post, but since I am so known for being slow, well, Happy New Year. :D HAHA. Time moves fast. In the blink of an eye, I am suddenly out of the 16 phase. In another blink, I am already 19 going on to 20 this year. The big 2 0. Yes, it brings along alot of memories all these years. Good ones, bad ones. Last year, it was the big A I had to face. It was like the big monster and I couldn't see anything but that. This year does bring more hope. ;D A job maybe. More time, more leisure. Geezzz, I feel old. And suddenly, it seems that I have been missing out so much in school. So this year, I gonna stop and smell the roses. Heck the jobs actually. LOL. Just gonna take my time. In 2011, I want to spend more time with my loved oness. Friends and family. Yes, sad to say, I think I have been neglecting them in the past years. So this year, I want to spend more time with them. In the meantime, it would be a bonus if I can get my driving license by this year too. ;D Dad says I can use his car to drive, so... FINGERS CROSSED. yes, too lazy already, blog next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3733207025995680894-1462090631835907898?l=little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/feeds/1462090631835907898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3733207025995680894&amp;postID=1462090631835907898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/1462090631835907898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/1462090631835907898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/2011_01_01_archive.html#1462090631835907898' title=''/><author><name>huiqi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15832054247192460645</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-3733207025995680894.post-2233038538369956609</id><published>2010-10-06T20:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T21:34:31.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I am pissed off. In fact, I am VERY pissed off. Well, apparently, some teacher actually sent me a message meant for other teacher. I wouldn't be very pissed off, except that the message is about me and another student. I will post a photo of the message up. I know that some teachers do say bad things about students sometimes, and I don't really care. But why should he send a message based on his assumptions which is not really true? Don't give me the bullshit that "Oh, I am the teacher, I know best" kind of things please. I don't take this shit. Even teachers make mistakes too. And what he is doing is obviously unprofessional, like seriously, trying to plant a preconceived impression about a student into another teacher who doesn't really know us. Is this the right thing to do? Like what the hell right does he have to say I have no interest in chemistry. Fine, maybe it is not exactly my top priority. How the hell does he know that the other student is bochap and does not care about A levels. Please get your facts right before you decide to shoot your mouth off. THE BEST THING WAS THAT THE OTHER TEACHER DID NOT EVEN ASK FOR HIS OPINION, WHICH MAKES HIS POINT EVEN MORE REDUNDANT THAN IT IS, AND HE JUST ASSUMED THAT THE OTHER TEACHER IS DYING TO KNOW ABOUT US. ASSUMPTIONS ASSUMPTIONS ASSUMPTIONS. DON'T ASSUME ANYTHING IF YOU KNOW NOTHING. YARH, I AM TYPING IN CAPS COS I AM VERY PISSED OFF. I WANTED TO CONFRONT HIM, ACTUALLY, THEN AGAIN, I DECIDED, SAVE THE MOST EXCITING, CLIMATIC, DRAMATIC PART TO THE LAST. WELL, HE BETTER WATCH OUT AFTER MY A LEVEL CHEMISTRY EXAM, IF HE EVER CROSS MY PATH AFTER THAT, I PROMISE, I WILL ENSURE A REALLY NICE SCENE FOR HIM. ACTUALLY NO, I WILL LOOK FOR HIM PERSONALLY AND TELL HIM ABOUT THE WONDERFUL MESSAGE I RECEIVED. SEE WHAT HE GOT TO SAY. MY MOUTH IS ITCHING ALREADY FROM WHAT I AM GOING TO THROW AT HIM AT THE END. AND THIS IS NOT THE FIRST TIME ALREADY. THE OTHER TIME, I WAS DOWN FOR CHEMISTRY COE. I WENT. PLEASE NOTE. I WENT. AND THE NEXT MORNING? GUESS WHAT HE SAID? HE SENT ME A MESSAGE SAYING "Hi, i don't see you at COE. Yet you signed your attendance. That is not good!" SEE WHAT I MEAN? ASSUMPTIONS ASSUMPTIONS ASSUMPTIONS. WHY CAN'T HE JUST GET HIS BLOODY FACTS RIGHT? IS THAT SO DIFFICULT? YARH, ACTUALLY I FORGOT ABOUT THAT INCIDENT ALREADY. BUT WELL, I JUST REMEMBERED. OH YARH, SINCE I AM A SCORPIO, AND SCORPIOS ARE SUPPOSEDFLY VENGEFUL PEOPLE *snickers* I AM NOT GOING TO FORGET THIS IN A HURRY. HE BETTER START THINKING OF A GOOD EXPLANATION NOW. LIKE SERIOUSLY, NOW.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nr_BIXpjqJI/TKx6An3deQI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ubJfKkikQ5U/s1600/message.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524924993996945666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nr_BIXpjqJI/TKx6An3deQI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ubJfKkikQ5U/s320/message.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THIS IS THE MESSAGE THAT HE SENT. CREDITS TO ZHIYU FOR HELPING ME TAKE THE PICTURE. :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The phone numbers and the name of the other student was blurred out too, cos, well, I am giving the other student his privacy, and I'm not sure if he received the message as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nr_BIXpjqJI/TKx6An3deQI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ubJfKkikQ5U/s1600/message.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3733207025995680894-2233038538369956609?l=little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/feeds/2233038538369956609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3733207025995680894&amp;postID=2233038538369956609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/2233038538369956609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/2233038538369956609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/2010_10_01_archive.html#2233038538369956609' title=''/><author><name>huiqi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15832054247192460645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nr_BIXpjqJI/TKx6An3deQI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ubJfKkikQ5U/s72-c/message.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3733207025995680894.post-6971338451644278094</id><published>2010-09-26T20:56:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T22:35:38.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Wow. Ok, so I do still remember that I have a blog account after all, after like near a year or maybe less than that. Can't remember the exact time when I last updated. That's the thing I love about blogs, it never really dies. Well, it's been a few days after my preliminary exams ended. don't ask me how it went. I studied for it, but well, i have to admit some subjects were kind of neglected, so... cross my fingers and hope to pass! At least let me scrape through with an E, if better, may a D although I'm not sure if i can get it. But heck, I shall put in 201% of hard work from this time till A levels [after today].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enough about studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a well, rather fun day today. apparently, I thought my parents weren't going to work today since they had to pick up relatives from the airport who are returning from China[?] i think today. Tsk, why can't they just take a cab. It's okay if it's once, but apparently, they go china like at least twice if not thrice a year, which means my dad have to send them to and fro at least 6 times a year. My dad isn't a chauffeur. Maybe i should persuade my mum to drive, then see if they still want my parents to send them. *snickers* But heck, it's not a bitching session about them anyway. So, since my parents went to work, and I didn't want to tell Zhiyu that I can actually go out and mug cos it seemed so last-minute, [later she say I am fickle-minded Oo]. Okay fine, those are excuses, maybe I was just plain lazy. But anyway, I got up near noon-time, and since it was time for lunch, I decided to eat ban mian. ;D I like the ban mian in lot 1, just fell in love with it recently. And my dear sister just refused to hurry, and then when we reached lot 1, the food junction was already really crowded. So, we were really glad when this elderly woman decided to leave, and we just stood waiting for her to slowly leave. Yarh, and my sister and I were just standing like 2-3 steps away from the table, and when she left, we were about to walk towards the table and this wonderful woman actually &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;scampered &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;up to the table[like a mouse]. Oo ok, i should have done something right, but i was staring at her in shock. Did I mention she ran to the table like a mouse? Oh yarh, I did. and if I remember correctly, she was wearing shoes with slight heels too. Damn, I shouldn't have kept staring at the ban mian stall. best thing? She was around my age or maybe slightly older only, and her boyfriend was tagging along behind. Actually, i would have laughed if I see the two of them scampering to the table together. well, I was still shocked, actually, kinda amused as well. My sister was grumbling and I just walked away. Well, since she was so desperate in getting the seat, I guess I should do a good deed right? But yarh, having a seat grabbed right under your nose doesn't really feel good. =.= The woman was lucky that she was back-facing me, so I couldn't stare at her, but her boyfriend was facing us, and he conveniently was looking away. =.= Well, this is a lesson learnt, must be faster next time, and right now, I am learning how to scamper like a mouse too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After lunch, my sister requested that we go Westmall, cos there is this small shop called ''Creative Art'' there. And she wanted to go there. Well, she chose this huge $8 picture so we share share colour the picture. It was a picture of a rabbit and a frog, my sister was nice enough to let me colour the rabbit [cos I paid for it] and she did the frog instead. Ok, fine, the frog was cute too okay. We were happily doing, then this little pair of sisters sat opposite us. They were really cute. The elder one was so serious, and her art work was damn nice too. The little sister was cute too, in a different way. Haha. she kinda messed up her piece, and was losing interest in hers, and spend most of her time trying to ''teach'' her elder sister how to colour the picture, and just nice their daddy suddenly popped out of nowhere. Then at first the daddy tried to help the younger one [they were doing it (ok, sounds wrong, I was referring to the picture) together], then somehow the daddy ended up doing the work and that little girl just keep on talking. Then I think the daddy got exasperated and asked her "so, you doing the picture or I doing?" Ok, I was trying not to laugh okay, cos it was really funny. They are a really cute family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is the picture we chose. The bunny and the froggy. ;D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521224841694219170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nr_BIXpjqJI/TJ9UvaY_C6I/AAAAAAAAAEE/0N2Eg3BhkZM/s320/2010-09-26+16.00.35.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nr_BIXpjqJI/TJ9UvaY_C6I/AAAAAAAAAEE/0N2Eg3BhkZM/s1600/2010-09-26+16.00.35.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nr_BIXpjqJI/TJ9VJOM28bI/AAAAAAAAAEM/m5WIvL_E2iA/s1600/2010-09-26+16.58.31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521225285098729906" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nr_BIXpjqJI/TJ9VJOM28bI/AAAAAAAAAEM/m5WIvL_E2iA/s320/2010-09-26+16.58.31.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I finished my bunny. That's my sister doing the froggy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love the bunny's polkadot dress. ;D&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind my sister's big head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nr_BIXpjqJI/TJ9XyRl_DSI/AAAAAAAAAEc/0R8Q2xoim7U/s1600/2010-09-26+22.09.06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521228189407317282" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nr_BIXpjqJI/TJ9XyRl_DSI/AAAAAAAAAEc/0R8Q2xoim7U/s320/2010-09-26+22.09.06.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The end product. I love the dress. ;D and the pink dots on the bunny's face. Don't ask me about the hands and the shoes of the bunny and the frog. ._. People make mistakes too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3733207025995680894-6971338451644278094?l=little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/feeds/6971338451644278094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3733207025995680894&amp;postID=6971338451644278094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/6971338451644278094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/6971338451644278094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/2010_09_01_archive.html#6971338451644278094' title=''/><author><name>huiqi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15832054247192460645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nr_BIXpjqJI/TJ9UvaY_C6I/AAAAAAAAAEE/0N2Eg3BhkZM/s72-c/2010-09-26+16.00.35.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3733207025995680894.post-5549321917242685968</id><published>2009-11-23T21:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T22:08:20.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Let's see, today is the start of my work shadowing at CDAC. So, I left my house quite early, well, but it so happens to be the rush hour where everyone is rushing to work and everything is rush rush rush. I had a hard time squeezing into the MRT. =.= So, I was still late, in fact, thirty minutes late. When I got there, the whole place was like deserted. Amazing. And I had thought I had come on a Sunday morning. Anyways, I managed to find my way to the office, through the help of a cleaning auntie. Well, if you see someone loitering around the place, whether they are cute or not, you are bound to get suspicious right. ;D So, I got there, safe and sound on the first day. Well, next is the allocated work we were told  to do. Adminstrative work, where we are supposed to process the application forms of students applying for tuition. So, naturally, we spent the entire day sorting out the forms. =.= It's not so easy. It requires the utmost concentration and focus, the eye for all the minor details that might be slipped out, which of course, I don't think I have any of these qualities. And of course, we have to call those who did not fill in the application forms correctly. That's when I realised that my chinese has gotten suckier than ever. =.= I REALLY hate the phonecall part. I can't even translate the things properly and I was like " Eh, I don't know". Plus the people asked so many questions that I can't answer, I was like so tempted to tell them "Sorry, can you just answer my questions, and don't ask any questions." Nice. If CDAC receives a call complaining of poor phone services, I guess I won't be so surprised. It's a mundane job, I guess adminstrative work isn't exactly my field. I can't stand being stuck in the air-con office processing forms, handling calls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3733207025995680894-5549321917242685968?l=little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/feeds/5549321917242685968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3733207025995680894&amp;postID=5549321917242685968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/5549321917242685968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/5549321917242685968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html#5549321917242685968' title=''/><author><name>huiqi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15832054247192460645</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-3733207025995680894.post-7169384658999122193</id><published>2009-10-29T20:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T21:04:46.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Well, know what we did today? Guess  a million times, you wouldn't even get it right. Today is the day we get in touch with our artistic side. We did something called the "Rangoli". It's an indian art where the Indians used it to. letsee, welcome the goddess of wealth and ward off evil. Seen those colourful designs on the floor before? Yup, and so today we are doing it. First, we started off with individual work where we got our own design each and then we put some coloured rice and sand onto the design we chose. Well, I took a really, pretty design. and guess what, I couldn't get anything onto the paper. ;D but I got my fingers coloured with the fine sand. So I gave up, you know, well, beginners should start with a really simple one right, I chose a really simple design and start getting to work. Then I poured too much rice out, and then I make another mess by mixing some coloured rice with another colour. So I spent most of the time separating the coloured rice from one another. I am not joking about it. =.= somehow, after this, I feel more like a chicken pecking at rice grains rather than an artist. well, we got groupwork, which wasn't bad since it was a group. so I just flattened and spread out the rice. :D then after that we played with the candles. ooh, I saw Noella dipping the petals in the candle, then the wax hardens onto the petals. So pretty, and it looks fun, so I followed suit,. Whoots, like those Meiji biscuits, you dipped the stick biscuit into the strawberry cream. haha. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3733207025995680894-7169384658999122193?l=little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/feeds/7169384658999122193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3733207025995680894&amp;postID=7169384658999122193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/7169384658999122193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/7169384658999122193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/2009_10_01_archive.html#7169384658999122193' title=''/><author><name>huiqi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15832054247192460645</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-3733207025995680894.post-3019462745483742554</id><published>2009-10-28T22:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T22:30:06.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I know I haven't been updating my blog properly, I have been pretty busy. Yarh, very busy. very very busy, extremely busy. Anyways, my promotion papers are finally over. Wait, it has been over for a long time. I even got the results back already. =.= ooops. Anyways, I think I did pretty decent enough. I passed all my H2 subjects, scrapping pass with an E. I passed my general paper too, and I got a sub-pass for my H1 chemistry. Not bad. I have been studying, yarh, really. *nods head vigorously*, But well, the main point today is my complain. Well, apparently, I had CIP  on the 25 and 26 october I think. It was a saturday and sunday. nevermind. so my attention was caught by a decent looking guy. *fangirl screams* wow. really. so today, according to Zhiyu, his picture was on facebook. you know, like I don't have a facebook account. =.= if anybody dares to laugh, I will skewer that person. SOO, in my excitement, I actually went and create a facebook account. HAHAHAHA... =.= and i just wasted my time. apparently on closer look, he wasn't that good looking that I actually thought him to be. I think when I went for my CIP, I was really deprived of food and sleep and adequate rest plus my spectacles must be outdated, my degree must have went up and I don't know what else, maybe a bit deprived of good-looking guys too. Should I laugh at myself for making such a mistake, or should I wail because my taste just went down? yarh, and at this point, somebody, *clears throat* has to say the ultimate statement. well, apparently, some girl has to tell me she dreamt of talking to her eyecandy, then alot of things happen, then she dreamt of me [let me quote her]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"riding a mini tricycle that a three year old ride". wow. I think I gonna roll on the floor and cry soon. Really. tricycle of all things. =.= a bicycle sounds cooler. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3733207025995680894-3019462745483742554?l=little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/feeds/3019462745483742554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3733207025995680894&amp;postID=3019462745483742554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/3019462745483742554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/3019462745483742554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/2009_10_01_archive.html#3019462745483742554' title=''/><author><name>huiqi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15832054247192460645</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-3733207025995680894.post-8887818215510929245</id><published>2009-02-27T21:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T21:45:35.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;know what's the day today? :D yesh, finally, i can get a breather again. whew, the weekend is here again for me to rest my battered and bruised mind. Oo, i sound like i just came back from a war. well, but i am darn sure war is not as tiring as school. for some reason, i see my homework piling up to be a mountain. ._. it just keeps coming in. i need more than twenty-four hours now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;AND, i lost my ez-link card. ._. i am so careless. i have been leaving my things all over the choa chu kang area. at the rate i am going, maybe tomorrow, i gonna drop my head right in the middle of the road and i won't even know i lost my head. darn, i need to be more careful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;great, i am just too tired to blog. huiqi is so lazy, tsk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3733207025995680894-8887818215510929245?l=little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/feeds/8887818215510929245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3733207025995680894&amp;postID=8887818215510929245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/8887818215510929245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/8887818215510929245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/2009_02_01_archive.html#8887818215510929245' title=''/><author><name>huiqi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15832054247192460645</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-3733207025995680894.post-8289248175686606500</id><published>2009-02-20T20:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T21:27:06.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;finally, it's friday!! And the long-awaited weekend is finally coming. :D i am so tired, actually, by the time wednesday was here, i was already half-dead, and even though i went to sleep like as early as like 9+pm, i could barely open my eyes when my alarm sounded. =.= i need to find some energy booster. hmm, maybe chocolates might help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;actually, nothing happened much during the week, except the fact i got crazy over the rally 3D game in my phone. i finally managed to unlock another car. and now i am going to unlock the last car. :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;*yawns*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3733207025995680894-8289248175686606500?l=little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/feeds/8289248175686606500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3733207025995680894&amp;postID=8289248175686606500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/8289248175686606500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/8289248175686606500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/2009_02_01_archive.html#8289248175686606500' title=''/><author><name>huiqi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15832054247192460645</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-3733207025995680894.post-9084310865868484644</id><published>2009-02-16T19:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T19:37:06.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;yay =.= i am finally starting to link people to my blog, like finally. sorry it took such a looong time, but yarh, can you believe it. I just learnt how to link blogs today!! X) wow, right. actually, it just happens that i am lazy. three names, not bad for a start. =.= i don't know who else to link to, so i shall just leave it at that for the time being. anyways, i feel such a sense of achievement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;i was dismissed at 12.30pm today!!! hurry up people, turn green with envy. since my parents were not working today, and i reached home so early, i decided to go out with them, AND, it turns out to be my BIGGEST mistake. apparently, they wanted to buy a new car, [that is something they have been considering like since last year, please take note of that] and naturally, i assumed  that they had already decided to buy the car. but no, i had to spend three hours plus close to four at the place while they decide whether to buy or not. they did, in the end, of course. =.= it is a super ugly car. no, correction: the colour of the car is totally awful, disgusting to the point that i wanted to burst into tears on the spot and get down on my knees and asked my parents to buy a nicer car. well, it's either GOLD, or purplish blue[nearing that colour] mixed in gray. =.= they chose the second colour. and i hate it. when the car comes, i swear i will take the keys of that car and go for a spin in the middle of the night and crash that car somewhere. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3733207025995680894-9084310865868484644?l=little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/feeds/9084310865868484644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3733207025995680894&amp;postID=9084310865868484644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/9084310865868484644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/9084310865868484644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/2009_02_01_archive.html#9084310865868484644' title=''/><author><name>huiqi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15832054247192460645</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-3733207025995680894.post-419523699461051793</id><published>2009-02-14T19:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T20:12:06.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;time to update my blog. =.= well, letsee, wow, valentines's day. *draws circles on the floor* why am i home so early today? poor me. tsk tsk. X) haha, went to play pool with sally today. and i just realised my skills got very rusty after a long break from that sport. =.= i got very lucky with the black and white balls. both keep going in, but not the coloured balls. wow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;anyways, i had so much fun this week in school. WOWEE. orientation. SO FUN. i totally enjoyed the three-day orientation. =.= i only took part in the dance, but when it came to the games, *poof*  i didn't run away actually, but it so happens that everytime when there is games, i got so overly-excited and then i got a stomachache. so i took one hour in the toilet doing what i am supposed to do, then realised i got stuck, and i took another three to four hours trying to get out. and when i managed to free myself, the games were already over. AWWW, i was so sad. so i got no mood to join into the songs and cheers. i went to a corner and start drawing circles. so there goes the three-day orientation. aww, *sob* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3733207025995680894-419523699461051793?l=little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/feeds/419523699461051793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3733207025995680894&amp;postID=419523699461051793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/419523699461051793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/419523699461051793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/2009_02_01_archive.html#419523699461051793' title=''/><author><name>huiqi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15832054247192460645</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-3733207025995680894.post-6298429419670596088</id><published>2009-02-01T22:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T22:44:01.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nr_BIXpjqJI/SYWv_rpYcZI/AAAAAAAAAD0/oM8EyEZ79zs/s1600-h/Image100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297834045254168978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nr_BIXpjqJI/SYWv_rpYcZI/AAAAAAAAAD0/oM8EyEZ79zs/s320/Image100.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;hmm, went to celebrate my sister's birthday today. it was an early celebration. yup, anyways, i took my sister out to choose her birthday cake. =.=, we went round and round lot 1 , searching for the perfect cake for her, well, maybe its the few variety of cakes they have in lot one, letsee, four leaves, bengawan solo, prima deli and that polar shop, oh no, maybe it's just that my sister is picky. finally, i draggged her out to the bakery shop located near the mrt station, and she settled with the chocolate fudge cake. right, and guess what she got for her birthday, yup, that orange thing. well, *looks guiltily* that thing is sitting on my lap now. haha X) i wanted to a smaller version of that since last year, but well, looking at all the tragic endings of all my small soft toys, =.= [somehow, i always managed to drop them all over the streets] i decided that i should not buy any smaller dolls. note to self: i should stop obsessing with orange things.  *hands doll over back to sister* :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;whoots, incredible tales is starting. freky freaky freaky :D wow, today's one is real freaky. =.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3733207025995680894-6298429419670596088?l=little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/feeds/6298429419670596088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3733207025995680894&amp;postID=6298429419670596088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/6298429419670596088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/6298429419670596088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/2009_02_01_archive.html#6298429419670596088' title=''/><author><name>huiqi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15832054247192460645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nr_BIXpjqJI/SYWv_rpYcZI/AAAAAAAAAD0/oM8EyEZ79zs/s72-c/Image100.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3733207025995680894.post-4607588656057466113</id><published>2009-01-31T21:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T21:21:40.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nr_BIXpjqJI/SYRO9lCwMnI/AAAAAAAAADs/5rUMjtL9QzU/s1600-h/Image056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297445881517191794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nr_BIXpjqJI/SYRO9lCwMnI/AAAAAAAAADs/5rUMjtL9QzU/s320/Image056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;here are the pictures of the cows taken :D see how cute they are. yup, i included a picture of my sister, cos she is born in the year of the cow. [note the resemblance between her and her "siblings" X) ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nr_BIXpjqJI/SYRO9u81rMI/AAAAAAAAADk/lT1YMmGl3UU/s1600-h/Image097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297445884176739522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nr_BIXpjqJI/SYRO9u81rMI/AAAAAAAAADk/lT1YMmGl3UU/s320/Image097.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nr_BIXpjqJI/SYRO9emK_UI/AAAAAAAAADc/rRJUAr4oFzU/s1600-h/Image096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297445879786700098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nr_BIXpjqJI/SYRO9emK_UI/AAAAAAAAADc/rRJUAr4oFzU/s320/Image096.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nr_BIXpjqJI/SYRO9SS6kGI/AAAAAAAAADU/CuW8U5cw0zQ/s1600-h/Image095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297445876484706402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nr_BIXpjqJI/SYRO9SS6kGI/AAAAAAAAADU/CuW8U5cw0zQ/s320/Image095.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nr_BIXpjqJI/SYRO9ddL41I/AAAAAAAAADM/38UaQJDEHBk/s1600-h/Image094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297445879480574802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nr_BIXpjqJI/SYRO9ddL41I/AAAAAAAAADM/38UaQJDEHBk/s320/Image094.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3733207025995680894-4607588656057466113?l=little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/feeds/4607588656057466113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3733207025995680894&amp;postID=4607588656057466113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/4607588656057466113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/4607588656057466113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#4607588656057466113' title=''/><author><name>huiqi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15832054247192460645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nr_BIXpjqJI/SYRO9lCwMnI/AAAAAAAAADs/5rUMjtL9QzU/s72-c/Image056.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3733207025995680894.post-2856675670079059673</id><published>2009-01-26T21:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T22:30:25.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR TO EVERYONE!! :D first day of the chinese new year. letsee, i went out today, =.= went to some temple to pray. i didn't pray, but i just went there to see because they have some real life cows there. there was one really big one there. Oo and surprisingly, i could see all the bones jutting out of their body. =.= hmm, are they supposed to be like that? anyways, i took some pictures of them, so i am going to put their pictures up later. maybe, if i am hardworking enough to load the pictures up into the computer. =.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;when i reached home, i turned on the television hoping that there will be good shows on this year. apparently, this year is the same as last year and all the previous years. even on chinese new year, they will always put all the same old movies on. how many times i have watched the same old movies during chinese new year, even i can't remember. it's the same old stephen chow movies that was filmed probably when i was not even borned. =.= maybe i should just resign to my fate and go rent a couple of movies to watch instead. :D let me focus on some happier things instead. apparently, my parents were rather influenced by a old movie showing, don't need to guess, the whole story revolves around mahjong. and "poof" suddenly the mahjong set that was stuffed in some corner of the house eating dust appeared on the table. sorry peeps, i am going off to learn mahjong already. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3733207025995680894-2856675670079059673?l=little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/feeds/2856675670079059673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3733207025995680894&amp;postID=2856675670079059673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/2856675670079059673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/2856675670079059673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#2856675670079059673' title=''/><author><name>huiqi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15832054247192460645</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-3733207025995680894.post-3656383306263948655</id><published>2009-01-25T22:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T22:48:40.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;second post of the year. :D on chinese new year's eve. well, i went to my grandma's house to eat lunch today. after i came home, i immediately fell asleep. =.= i slept till evening time, by then, my relatives came over and well, they were all eating steamboat already. Oo aww man, they never waited for me, darn. nah, scratch that, the truth is i didnt want to eat with them. =.= don't ask me why, i am a nice girl and therefore i shall not say bad things about them even though they really suck. :D so i ended up eating instant noodles instead. =.= but i wanna eat steamboat...well, actually, i just want to throw food into that big-electric-dunno-what-is-that-thing and watch it cook and bubble. just like a witch making a potion. heehee *cackles* and imagine what the soup will taste like if you throw everything inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;anyways, apparently today was not a really good day for some people because, well, while we were preparing to go to my grandma's house, there were shouting voices coming out from some flat below ours. it was pretty loud, and it seems that we can see all the drama going on through our window. =.= and they didn't close the window when they quarreled. so i get to watch a free show. :] but nah, it's boring. just a group of people quarrelling, and i was hoping to see a real-life drama, like say, the guy really lost his temper and grab a chopper in a fit of uncontrolled anger and start hacking people or maybe since the window of their house is open, the woman decided to jump. =.= well, that's something to look forward to for tomorrow. X) darn, and i am supposed to say auspicious things during chinese new year. =.= nevermind, there is always next year, i will try to say something nice next year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3733207025995680894-3656383306263948655?l=little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/feeds/3656383306263948655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3733207025995680894&amp;postID=3656383306263948655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/3656383306263948655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/3656383306263948655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#3656383306263948655' title=''/><author><name>huiqi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15832054247192460645</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-3733207025995680894.post-8407576965603748750</id><published>2009-01-24T20:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T21:08:55.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;wowee, 2009 is here again, that's fast. new year in school, it wasn't bad. the kairos programme was pretty slack. i mean when there is talks in the morning, isn't that wonderful? motivational talks like every morning, wow, i feel so motivated to do well. of course, there are academic lessons in the afternoon, well, at least my days in school was not spend in vain closing my eyes and visualizing a beach or doing reflection, reflections and more reflections. come to think of it, retaining is not so bad after all. =.= self-consolation? maybe. other than the dismay of having to re-learn my literature texts, darn, i wanted to do othello and dunno-what's the other-text-called so badly, it sounded fun. but well, this year, our literature texts would be about relationships, modern women and maybe modern men, so yeah, it didn't sound so bad. :] the rest of the subjects were pretty much the same, economics, mathematics which are mostly based on memorising, understanding and practice. well, as long as i pull up my socks this year *looks at my socks* poor socks... anyways, i guess i can fare better. Oo *prays* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;ANYWAYS, chinese new year is coming. geez, i haven't bought any new year clothes this year. :X yesh, apparently, my parents decided that i was spending a hell lot of money so well, =.= dun blame me if i wear my keller shirt and pe shorts to go visiting. :D yesh, and i am so wearing my dad's slippers there too, forget about my shoes, i am going casual. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3733207025995680894-8407576965603748750?l=little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/feeds/8407576965603748750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3733207025995680894&amp;postID=8407576965603748750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/8407576965603748750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/8407576965603748750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#8407576965603748750' title=''/><author><name>huiqi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15832054247192460645</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-3733207025995680894.post-7749269593567790615</id><published>2008-10-15T16:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T20:53:19.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;oops, haven't come to update my blog for a long time. promos finally over, i mean, its over a loooooooong time ago. but yesh, i am lazy. =.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;ah, cool, i see some messages in my tagboard. i suddenly miss my pae class very much. X) haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;anyways, after the exams ended, =.= hmm, there is still the mother tongue A levels this year, 30 October. three hours of paper straight. after so many mock papers, i am suppose to get used to it but well, its still pretty draining. i can't wait for it to be over. then there comes project work. X) pretty much ok i suppose Oo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;*yawns*  i am so looking towards the holidays~ i wanna relax and chill, lying down on the white sand in a sunny beach, the wind gently carassing my face, listening to the waves hitting the shores while drinking an ice-cold lemonade and say "ahh, that's life!" but unfortunately, i am still stuck in a stuffy classroom, lying down on the table and listening to the teachers droning on and on, and i only got my ice-mountain mineral water with me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;"sigh, that's life..." *shakes head and continue to draw circles on the floor*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;i want a pair of roller blades!! OO [blah, and i need to save up my own money for pair]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3733207025995680894-7749269593567790615?l=little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/feeds/7749269593567790615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3733207025995680894&amp;postID=7749269593567790615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/7749269593567790615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/7749269593567790615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html#7749269593567790615' title=''/><author><name>huiqi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15832054247192460645</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-3733207025995680894.post-640606437571938392</id><published>2008-10-08T12:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T12:42:43.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;whoops, time is 12.27pm, and i am still in school. Oo it's CT period now and since my project work group finished our written report, i am rotting in the computer lab. =.= yesh, exams are over. there goes my results. er-hem, boring day. =.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3733207025995680894-640606437571938392?l=little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/feeds/640606437571938392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3733207025995680894&amp;postID=640606437571938392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/640606437571938392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/640606437571938392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html#640606437571938392' title=''/><author><name>huiqi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15832054247192460645</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-3733207025995680894.post-4936877152560544484</id><published>2008-09-02T17:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T18:06:32.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;whoops! cheers people, it's the holidays now. lets *er-hem* STUDY HARD!! anyways, i went back school today for chemistry lesson and [such perfect timing] the dark clouds are looming overhead and then it started to rain. =.= well, of course initially, it was not such a big deal but the rain got heavier. so i took out my umbrella. yes, i suddenly think that my umbrella is soooooo cute. =.= the thing that is supposed to shelter me turned upwards at a breeze. thanks, if i catch a cold tomorrow, we all know what to blame. i suppose a umbrella is supposed to shield us from the rain and bad weather, i wonder why when they make the umbrellas, they forgot to consider that the wind will blow them upwards. =.= thanks, my chances of getting striked by lightning are increased too. wow, if i wanted to get striked by lightning, i know where to stand, no need to make umbrellas that looked like lightning rods. *grumbles* enough of umbrellas, i should thank my mama and papa that i am home alive after a journey with a lightning rod. =.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3733207025995680894-4936877152560544484?l=little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/feeds/4936877152560544484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3733207025995680894&amp;postID=4936877152560544484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/4936877152560544484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/4936877152560544484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/2008_09_01_archive.html#4936877152560544484' title=''/><author><name>huiqi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15832054247192460645</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-3733207025995680894.post-2516187639280794311</id><published>2008-08-20T16:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T16:52:22.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;*yawns* yes, i am bloggingn through the school computer now. :X i just finished the project work powerpoint presentation; chapter 4 with 14 slides. one picture per slide with no elaboration. X) so cooooool, not. =.= &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;anyways, since library closes at 5pm, and letssee, *looks at time* 4.49pm. O.O &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;i cannot think of anything to say now, unless, anyone wants me to give a daily report at school? ahh. yes. got to go. O.O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3733207025995680894-2516187639280794311?l=little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/feeds/2516187639280794311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3733207025995680894&amp;postID=2516187639280794311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/2516187639280794311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/2516187639280794311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/2008_08_01_archive.html#2516187639280794311' title=''/><author><name>huiqi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15832054247192460645</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-3733207025995680894.post-1651336785661800825</id><published>2008-08-16T22:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T23:13:40.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;yeeeps, *looks at blog* so dead. *sighs*, nevermind.yeah, today i want to blog about polyclinics. yes, and the reason. i don't know. lets just call it 'POLYCLINICS for DUMMIES'. =.= because i went to polyclinic on yarh, that monday with the blogpost, lets see, 1 august i think, and i was so lost. i think all the people at the pharmacy will know me soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;yes, when you reached a polyclinic, if you walk in, please go straight to this machine to get your queue number. please do not walk straight into the pharmacy and demand for a MC. *coughs* after moments of awkwardness, i managed to get myself registered to see the doctor. yes, when in the polyclinic, it is highly recommended that you bring along things to do, like newspapers or magazines to read. yes, waiting time can be very LOOOOOOOOONG. =.= after you see the doctor, go into the pharmacy. before you rush to get the MC stamped, you need to collect another QUEUE NUMBER to collect your medicine. =.= yes, that place is an overly orderly place, to the fact that it became so complicated. =.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;on 10 August, for some CIP project, i need to sell lollipops along orchard area. =.= two dollars for a lollipop? and i realised orchard is where you can find the poorest people in Singapore. no kidding. sure, orchard there would have shops such as Louis Vuitton and who knows whatever branded goods shop, but the people there just cannot take out a two dollar note from their purse and wallets. don't tell me that everyone's hands at that time actually got cramps or muscle aches and everything and thus they cannot move their hands. too coincidental, or maybe at that day, orchard was actually empty, and the people there are not humans, and that i am hallucinating and talking to thin air in the empty streets of orchard. possible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;enough of rewinding to the past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;well, today was jiali's birthday. so me and cheryl actually met up in bukit panjang plaza to get the pictures printed. then we went to macdonald's there to do the pasting of the pictures in the scrapbook. Oo we were planning to spring a surprise on her. yup, we got her a strawberry cake [cos it is PINK!] :D haha. many things cropped up along the way. like when we were trying to hail a taxi. cos the first taxi looked rather expensive, like limousine whatever thingy, we actually skipped it and went to the second taxi which is COMFORT. Oo then the driver told us to take the first taxi instead. =.= and so we took the first taxi and that taxi driver spend the whole trip boasting how his cab is cheaper by 10 CENTS, wow. i am so...happy, cos i get to save 10 CENTS today. anyways, =.= we stopped at far east plaza. yarh, jiali actually jumped when cheryl called her name. X) so, we sang the birthday song, cut the birthday cake. yarh, =.= this is beginning to sound so boring and narrative. nevermind, maybe i shall stop here. *coughs* yes i am lazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3733207025995680894-1651336785661800825?l=little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/feeds/1651336785661800825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3733207025995680894&amp;postID=1651336785661800825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/1651336785661800825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/1651336785661800825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/2008_08_01_archive.html#1651336785661800825' title=''/><author><name>huiqi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15832054247192460645</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-3733207025995680894.post-2732708892199570732</id><published>2008-08-04T08:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T08:39:03.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;ok, yes, why am i posting a post so early in the morning, and on a monday morning somemore? no points for the right answer, i skipped school today, cos i *er-hem* not feeling well.*goes get a MC* anyways, even though i did not go to school today, does not mean i will be slacking at home. *yawns* yes, i am getting up at the usual time. hmm, if i am at school now, i would be having chinese lessons. oh well..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;lets turn the clock back a bit and go back to Saturday, which is 2 August. yarh, cos Saturday was the Pioneer heartbeat project and i went for it, as in i volunteered for it. i was allocated to stall 8, and the stall was supposed to sell cards, notebooks, keychains and handphone straps. well, i met up with zhiyu and when we reached there, most of the people were already there, setting up their stalls. so we got down to work, and yarh, i am so proud of the stall, cos it looked really nice. :] but not many people from the public really bought anything from our stall. they look look, messed the table up and left. :X ok, i shall stop complaining about it, and we came up with a few advertising strategies, that is to walk around to give something to the public to let them know about our stall, that did not really worked out, people just walked past us. =.= we are invisible to them. *emo* then we decided to write on a large piece of paper and walk around in it. =.= i suppose most people just do not know how to read...then at 1pm, our shift ended. we went around to look for a place to eat, yarh, in the end, we settled in KFC. finish eating, then take bus go back school for CCA. then go home. *tired*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;slept in late on sunday, wake up, stone, eat, headache, sleep, wake up, eat, use the computer for a while, sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;MONDAY!!! refer to the top again. X)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3733207025995680894-2732708892199570732?l=little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/feeds/2732708892199570732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3733207025995680894&amp;postID=2732708892199570732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/2732708892199570732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/2732708892199570732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/2008_08_01_archive.html#2732708892199570732' title=''/><author><name>huiqi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15832054247192460645</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-3733207025995680894.post-6480171440518157902</id><published>2008-07-01T19:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T19:56:11.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;hmm, examinations are like finally over. whew, every night i have been sweating over the papers i screwed up during the exams. today was my last paper, literature, the unseen and 'pride and prejudice' paper. yup, don't ask me how it was. i just got two words in response to that, and that is KILL ME. =.= anyways, i promise, i swear, i will work harder for my studies. but of course, before i die of work overload, i need a break. a SHORT break. :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;coming back, after the last paper, sally and i thought that we could go back school and eat. i really really miss the food there. :X .so, we used the excuse that we are coming back to get our testimonials and certificates as an excuse, hoping that we will be allowed in. however, it was not to be the case. hey, plans can backfire at times right. =.=. the security guard told us to head straight to the general office, don't roam about, collect our testimonials and stuff and then leave. =.=. okay, well, we were tempted to do so, but the many of the teachers there had already left the school, so really no point going back to find the teachers, but at least let me eat first. =.= so we went into the general office, requesting for the things. yup, turns out that they had actually send the letters telling students to collect the certificates today. yup, but we received our certificates earlier. hmm, :] well, i guess i can't complain much about my testimonial. then we ate our lunch at a food court near swiss, and we went to lavender. i wanted to go concourse and get something. =.= apparently, it was closed for renovation, so we made one wasted trip there. after walking aimlessly there for some time, we headed back to lot 1 to eat, again. haha. X) what a fine thing to end the day with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;pray hard that at the very least, i won't flunk my exams that badly. :X don't let me get chased out by my parents. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3733207025995680894-6480171440518157902?l=little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/feeds/6480171440518157902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3733207025995680894&amp;postID=6480171440518157902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/6480171440518157902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/6480171440518157902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#6480171440518157902' title=''/><author><name>huiqi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15832054247192460645</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-3733207025995680894.post-243224907753929830</id><published>2008-06-15T20:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T21:45:11.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;okay, yesterday, i went to jurong point with sally, renuka and vicky. haha, whoots! i haven't see renuka and vicky for such a long time,i miss them so much. anyways, we went to jurong point to catch a movie, we decided to watch 'kungfu Panda' , however, well, after watching a trailer of the 'happening', which i felt was rather interesting. so we ended up watching 'happening'. yup. haha, okay, so the movie was pretty really, okay. i mean the mass suicide part, which is really, wow. there were many people jumping off the building one by one. haha.bungee jumping!! some were pretty gross, like there was one part where this guy just switch on a tractor i think, and then he lied on the ground and let the tractor run over him. *blood spurting* instant human juice, undiluted. haha =.= some were scary, like this old woman, she hit herself against the door, and looked so gruesome, then she throw her whole head against the glass window, the window broke of cos, but =.=really, aaaahhhhhhhhahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;lesson learn from the movie, DO NOT GO NEAR THE PLANTS, BEWARE!! haha X)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;yup, i watch 'charlie and the chocolate factory' on channel 5. haha X) really, the movie is really going to be my favourite soon. yup, five children walking into the the factory. one greedy pig, one spoilt brat, one overly-competitive chewy gum fanatic, one technology freak and charlie. yup, the movie was really funny. X) when that glutton got stuck in a pipe, then the small =.= erm, small human started singing. haha, then the chewy gum girl started to turn violet and swell like a ...blueberry!!! my favourite *slurps* the juice is delicious, haha X) and the spoilt brat ended up in the garbage chute. what can i say, don't chase the squirrels? X) the techno guy, he became so small. soo cuute. =.= yup, then he ended up being stretched. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3733207025995680894-243224907753929830?l=little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/feeds/243224907753929830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3733207025995680894&amp;postID=243224907753929830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/243224907753929830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/243224907753929830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/2008_06_01_archive.html#243224907753929830' title=''/><author><name>huiqi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15832054247192460645</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-3733207025995680894.post-4976069700362760192</id><published>2008-06-10T21:04:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T22:05:32.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;okies, so today threatened to be another boring day at home. unfortunately, =.= i was rudely awakened by my neighbour and sister. my neighbour had come to our house, requesting for help in her work, and for your information, she had come asking my sister, but for some reason, =.= they had to ask me instead. yarh, imagine waking up early in the afternoon, like 12+pm. =.= okies, yarh, so it was a torture. so from 12+ to 2+pm, we went through her science questions. =.= i can feel my patience wearing out at times, when she kept standing up and walking away, while i had to go without my breakfast and lunch and churn out the answers for her. yup, i reprimanded her a few times. =.= sorry, but a hungry person is never a good-tempered person. well, that's not all. =.= in the end, they wanted to play badminton. and since there is no other adult to supervise them, i found myself becoming the babysitter. =.= they gather their racquets and everything and off we go, towards the badminton court. and halfway through, my neighbour felt thirsty, so we went back home. =.= here is the ironic part, she took a 100 plus can drink out, but she don't want drink. instead when we go to 7-11, she want me buy for her a drink. *er-hem* =.= okay, SPEAKING OF 7-11, SERIOUSLY, THOSE TWO CAN REALLY.. =.= we went to the big gulp corner, we took a cup out and press for the drink. =.= then, they tried to put cover on the cup, while leaving it at the machine there. =.= so they accidentally push the whatever that thingy is, and the liquid keep flowing out onto the cup. =.= the cashier laughed when she saw that ok, lucky she was nice enough to provide tissue paper. =.= i will never let those two near the big gulp again. ok, =.= i didn't leave them there to embarass themselves, i tried to take that cup away from that machine, but..haha, =.= i accidentally push that thing also, haha, then the liquid also flow out... *er-hem* haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;anyways, we went back to play badminton, yarh, halfway, my sister's slippers broke. =.= yarh, troublesome..tsk tsk =.= ok, so to shut her up [she kept complaining non-stop] =.= i let her wear my shoes. no need to ask me what i wore home. =.= i walked bare-footed. really those two. =.= anyways, after babysitting two terrors,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;BABYSITTING SERVICE AVAILABLE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;ANYONE WANTS? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;JOKING!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;haha X)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;MR AND MRS LOW ARE PISSING ME OFF :[ BLAH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I DON'T EXPECT THEM TO GIVE ME ENCOURAGEMENT FOR WHAT I AM DOING, BUT THE COMMENTS THEY GIVE ARE &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; EVEN CONSTRUCTIVE AT ALL, SO WHY NOT JUST &lt;strong&gt;SHUT UP&lt;/strong&gt;. WHAT I WANT TO DO IN MY FREE TIME IS &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; THEIR PROBLEM ANYWAYS, &lt;strong&gt;NOT LIKE I SMOKE OR TAKE DRUGS, I DON'T DO ILLEGAL STUFF&lt;/strong&gt;, SO WHY THE HECK SHOULD THEY CARE ANYWAYS. TSK, ASK SO MANY QUESTIONS, &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; LIKE THEY WILL &lt;strong&gt;UNDERSTAND&lt;/strong&gt; EVEN IF I EXPLAIN TO THEM A &lt;strong&gt;MILLION&lt;/strong&gt; TIMES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;OH, DON'T ASK ME TO TALK TO THEM, I JUST BLEW UP AT THEM A FEW MOMENTS AGO. =.= REALLY, and i found out i really got a loud voice. Oo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3733207025995680894-4976069700362760192?l=little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/feeds/4976069700362760192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3733207025995680894&amp;postID=4976069700362760192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/4976069700362760192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/4976069700362760192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/2008_06_01_archive.html#4976069700362760192' title=''/><author><name>huiqi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15832054247192460645</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-3733207025995680894.post-1902901482578172454</id><published>2008-06-07T22:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T23:28:31.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;YESSSSS!!!! i went to yew tee today!!! FINALLY!!!! haha, you would be asking what has yew tee has to offer right? no need to guess any longer, the main attraction there is the...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DONUTS!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;haha X), thats right, DONUTS~ delicious donuts. haha, okay, anyways, i bought 6 donuts. then sally and I went around yew tee neighbourhood to find tables to eat our donuts. yarh, we saw only chairs. and so, i came to a few conclusions that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;1) when they build the place, they forgot about tables, and only build chairs there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;2) they do not need tables, which is really wow, amazing to me. X)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;anyways, we managed to FINALLY found a table and, =.= the table was really clean. really, i mean it. the table was really clean, like no one used it before. =.= &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;anyways, we ate our donuts. we managed to finish 4 donuts. X) then we started to study. and, then we found ourselves debating on how to complete a square. =.= haha. it was funny because we were really in different frequencies. time to tune back. X)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3733207025995680894-1902901482578172454?l=little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/feeds/1902901482578172454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3733207025995680894&amp;postID=1902901482578172454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/1902901482578172454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/1902901482578172454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/2008_06_01_archive.html#1902901482578172454' title=''/><author><name>huiqi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15832054247192460645</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-3733207025995680894.post-6122353190250468126</id><published>2008-06-01T20:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T21:15:13.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;=.=, letsee, i just came back from a literature camp yesterday, and yarh, i feel like sharing my experiences with everyone, because basically, it was such an enriching camp and i learnt so much that i just had to share it with everyone. on friday, yarh, after my economics lesson, i rushed back home. see, even before the literature camp starts, i already learning about the importance of time. okay, so my camp stuff was half packed, i mean, i actually shoved a soft toy in the previous night, but apparently it was not a good idea, so out went the soft toy from my bag. it was responsible for the bulk of my bag anyways, *sob* yarh, and i kind of got this crazy idea that i gonna cycle to school with the big luggage and everything. cycle. =.= yarh, and i met sally near her house. yarh, i am so sorry that i made her went a big round to reach the school, all because of the bicycle. and the poor bicycle had to bump down a flight of stairs. the pedal went a bit, erm.. =.= on top of that, my lugage kept falling off, so, maybe it wasn't a good idea after all. anyways, we reached school, so, well, anyways, lets get straight to the camp. X)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;well, we had a briefing, and then we went on the us to the botanic garden. hmm, i love the smell of the grass, the flowers and plus the concrete. wow, that's nature in singapore. truly wonderful and marvellous, i felt so refreshed there. =.= okay, sorry, thats a bit sarcastic, i mean i was HUNGRY at that time. i brought along POCKY, well. that did not help much. well, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;LESSON 1: i learnt that i should always bring food with me wherever i go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;anyways, it started to rain pretty heavily, so we had to go back school, well, cos the rain was too big, =.= i just said that right, yarh, and so we can't continue, so then we headed back to school. =.= does it make any sense? then we got some poetry reading, we write some petry about the nature. so me and aisyah came up with a poem together, it goes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;birds chirping, flowers bloomimg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;the sun shines brightly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;then the dark clouds came&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;lightning flashed across the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;rain started to pour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;what a marvellous sight at botanics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;well, something like that, i can't exactly remember the lines. well, isnt it such a, a =.= sweet poem that totally sums everything at the botanic garden?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;LESSON 2: writing poetry in LT2 works wonders.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;after that poetry reading is my favourite programme, no prize for guessing cos it's so easy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;DINNER!!!!!! X)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;LESSON 3: everything tastes good when you are hungry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;well then, it was nightwalk. =.= only a few stations were scary. or rather intimidating, cos it's not like those horror stuff. just plain intimidated, yup, and we had to eat bread topped with chilli. anyways, we had to walk around the school and asked who is the murderer of Plath. our group got first. :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;LESSON 4: bread topped with chilli isn't bad after all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;then lights out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;LESSON 5: sling bag is a good pillow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;yup, wake up, =.= then whoots!!! BREAKFAST!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;then we had cartoon drawing lesson. I LEARNT HOW TO DRAW SPONGEBOB SQUAREPANTS!!!! X)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;then we got a talk about film-making. hmm, :] not bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;home sweet home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;LESSON 6: there is no place like home. i miss my bed. X)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3733207025995680894-6122353190250468126?l=little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/feeds/6122353190250468126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3733207025995680894&amp;postID=6122353190250468126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/6122353190250468126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/6122353190250468126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/2008_06_01_archive.html#6122353190250468126' title=''/><author><name>huiqi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15832054247192460645</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-3733207025995680894.post-8483505768308295309</id><published>2008-05-12T20:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T21:09:21.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;=.= like wow, look at my blog, it is in a state of hibernation now. it can't be helped. =X cos number one, life in junior college is really, phew, =.= draining, i mean, you can't expect anything less from a junior college right, in terms of the academic area, it is such a rigorous or should i say vigorous, =.= whatever, anyways curriculum. yarh, what am i saying anyways now? Oo whatever, no, i am not complaining. =X, i am stating a fact. the second reason would be *drumrolls* i am just to lazy to update. =.= yarh, since i got nothing insightful to say anyways, then i should not say anything at all. Oo, oh then what am i doing here? =.= well, basically nothing much, i just HAPPENED to remember my blog all of a sudden =.= and i realised how pathetic it became. =.= and so i decided -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;i am going to post something, something at least, even its a few words to er-hem, make it look alive. =.= even if its rubbish, nonsensical things, i don't really care much. i am still proud of my blog. =.= *er-hem*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;let's see, what should i talk about? hmm, life in junior college? nah, it would just get me started ranting again like a mad person, not that i am a very sane person, but well, =.= if i start ranting, i don't think i will ever stop. X) complaining and grumbling is part of my character anyways, i have to admit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;ahh, well, anyways anyways =.= hmm, i feel very opressed by society now, yarh, i think my self is being suppressed in school, my self = slacker, so in school, this slacker self has to be suppressed. =.= cos demand for homework has increased sharply, therefore, to meet the demand, producer [ me] has to produce more homework, i mean do my homework, to meet the demands of the consumer, er, i mean teachers, yarh, teachers. =.= cost of producing a piece of work is high nowadays =.= to find the self, may i suggest that you differentiate the individual, you have to find the second derivative of the self, to find the maximum and the minimum. the maximum = optimistic pessimist, the minimum = pessimistic optimist. =.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;enough of crapping =.= *bows and exits*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3733207025995680894-8483505768308295309?l=little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/feeds/8483505768308295309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3733207025995680894&amp;postID=8483505768308295309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/8483505768308295309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/8483505768308295309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#8483505768308295309' title=''/><author><name>huiqi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15832054247192460645</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-3733207025995680894.post-1844096890464989680</id><published>2008-04-14T21:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T22:01:06.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;=.= my blog looked so dead now, i have not been updating it very frequently. T.T so sad. yup, let me try to recall what happened during this few days. yarh, school is starting to drain me out more and more. :[ i am getting insufficient sleep, and loads of homework. =.= my memory is getting better and better, i finished some of my work but i keep forgetting to hand up. =.= i done my general paper reflections which i was supposed to hand up a loooong time ago, it is still somewhere in my file, my project work preliminary idea draft also. =.= yup, anyways, last saturday, 12 April 2008. i had amazing race!! :] yarh, we got to report to school by 0730am =.= tired tired. yarh, the race started in school, we were supposed to finish a number of tasks in school before we were allowed to proceed on. yarh, we were supposed to count the number of tables and chairs in the canteen, and we had to complete a sudoku. our next stop was the chinese garden. =.= we kind of got lost. then we got to find a flag, then come up with some dance before we were alllowed to continue. =.= clementi stadium, it started to rain halfway, so the game stopped. yarh, we waited at the stadium for a looong time. =.= finally, the rain became smaller. then we went to, hmm, botanic gardens i think. =.= that was the best. we got lost. yarh, our all-girls group have fantastic sense of direction. X) then, since we exceeded the time, we had to stop and go to the old market to have our lunch. =.= yarh, then we went to the URA building.[needless to say, we got lost again] =.= we got chased out by the security guard cos that place is closing. =.= nice right, and then we went onto the narcotics bureau or whatever you call it, yarh we got lost for awhile before we found our way there. then we went to vivocity. =.= we ran, or sprinted inside vivo. =.= i am never going back vivo again. haha X) yarh, then the last location was west coast. =.= lost. =.= yarh, then end of game, then go home sleep. =.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;today =.= first day of school, yarh, i left my brain and soul at home. =.= i can't even think properly. =.= i failed my first chinese composition. :[ i failed my economics test also. :[ i don't know. =.= waaaah. blah tired tired tired tired tired tired. :[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3733207025995680894-1844096890464989680?l=little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/feeds/1844096890464989680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3733207025995680894&amp;postID=1844096890464989680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/1844096890464989680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/1844096890464989680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#1844096890464989680' title=''/><author><name>huiqi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15832054247192460645</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-3733207025995680894.post-1088177170885299185</id><published>2008-04-03T20:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T22:21:12.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;well, the second last day of the weekdays already. =.= yarh, i am trying to comfort myself. haha X) anyways, econmics lecture was up first. =.= the lecturer went too fast though, all my notes were half-copied. =.= yarh, i need to learn to copy faster already. yup, then it is project work. =.= pretty slack, then break, then mother tongue. =.= then general paper then i got a break again. since our mathematics teacher not here today, we joined with the other half of the class. =.= the teacher so strict. yarh, then school ended, then we went pizza hut to eat. X) yum~ haha. PIZZA PIZZA.. =.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3733207025995680894-1088177170885299185?l=little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/feeds/1088177170885299185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3733207025995680894&amp;postID=1088177170885299185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/1088177170885299185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/1088177170885299185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#1088177170885299185' title=''/><author><name>huiqi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15832054247192460645</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-3733207025995680894.post-8047778148841915991</id><published>2008-04-02T19:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T21:39:00.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;tuesday 1 april 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;it's april's fool day today! X) haha, yarh, even so, things are just as peaceful as ever. =.=, so there is nothing to comment about. yarh, i learnt how to do implicit differentiation already. whoots~ X) i felt so proud of myself. then, after school, me, cheryl, jiali and zhiyu stayed back to do the general paper poster project. X) yarh, the poster turned out to be so nice. all our efforts are worth it. :] yarh, of course, cos i sacrificed my school shirt for that poster. i splashed red paint and so many tiny drops of the red paint ended up on my shirt. Oo and it really looked like blood. yarh, i looked like i just went to murder someone and the blood got splashed onto my shirt. X) yarh, basically, that's about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;wednesday 2 april 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;school started with economics lecture today. =.= i am going to salute the teacher soon. the way he talks makes my head sway. =.= yarh, and there were quite a few students wearing a red sash around. they are the people going for student counsel's elections. X) yarh, anyways, after economics was PE. =.= speaking of PE, blah, i feel so embarrassed, so &lt;em&gt;paiseh. &lt;/em&gt;=.= cos i thought stephanie still inside toilet [ sorry, i admit that i am partially blind] then i go tell the teacher. =.= yarh, then the teacher was like 'stephanie is already here'. =.= i really don't know what to say, so very embarassed. =.= nevermind, forget it, i shall keep my mouth shut next time. haha X)yarh, my legs were already hurting so bad that i can't even walk down the stairs properly, then today, we did relays. =.= my leg felt so much better now. really, they are in a great shape, cos they fell out and i went to preserve them nicely. =.= anyways, then i got chemistry lecture. *yawns* i tried to stay awake. =.= at least i stayed awake. yarh, then it was civic tutor time, and then that discipline teacher came in and told me to change back into my uniform cos i was wearing my PE shirt. =.= yarh, i bet he will be catching me every wednesday, or he can always give me an one hour break instead of a thirty-minute break, so that i have time to change and to eat. =.= yarh, and i didn't even manage to eat. after CT was the house briefing, =.= i was so hungry by that time. =.= HUNGRY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;yarh, then we went cafe eat. i had baked potato and waffle with ice-cream. yum X) then after that is my CCA, chinese orchestra. =.= i got a zhongruan, a 4-string instrument that resembles a guitar. yarh, then we were taught the basics, but still i was so bored. =.= yarh. :] the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;you are still important to me. :] no matter what happens. our memories are still deeply embedded in my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;an irreplacable friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3733207025995680894-8047778148841915991?l=little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/feeds/8047778148841915991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3733207025995680894&amp;postID=8047778148841915991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/8047778148841915991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/8047778148841915991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#8047778148841915991' title=''/><author><name>huiqi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15832054247192460645</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-3733207025995680894.post-8693246684382290121</id><published>2008-03-31T19:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T21:45:31.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;=.= so pissed off today, basically, nothing went well today. in the morning, some girl walked into the mud and accidentally kicked some of the mud onto my leg. =.= yarh, and the mud looked like shit, so i looked like i just waddled out from a pool of shit. [i don't mean to be so crude, but i am kind of really pissed off] anyways, nothing much happened in school. i had a mathematics test on differentiation, yarh, i just got a free egg to bring home to cook. =.= yarh, and then it was literature. forget it, i won't comment about it. =.= blah. yarh. i dropped my PE shirt on my way home. =.= argh. T.T i don't want blog already. =.= so tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3733207025995680894-8693246684382290121?l=little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/feeds/8693246684382290121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3733207025995680894&amp;postID=8693246684382290121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/8693246684382290121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/8693246684382290121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#8693246684382290121' title=''/><author><name>huiqi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15832054247192460645</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-3733207025995680894.post-7926024828986755788</id><published>2008-03-21T20:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T21:31:17.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;today, since it is a public holiday, i went to watch sky of love!!! whoots~ yarh, i went with sally to watch. since the movie is only exclusive to cathay, we went to cineleisure to watch. then i saw nasri. Oo yarh, it seems he is working somewhere in takashimaya[did i spell it correctly] =.= yarh, anyways, back to my movie, X) it seems that the tickets were sold out when we got there. yarh, we were so disappointed. i was really really reeeeeally looking forward to that show. :[ yarh, but somehow, =.= there were two empty seats. but the two empty seats were right smacked at the front. it was the first row. well, since we were so looking forward to that show, we bought the tickets. :] yarh, and so we went to KFC to buy food. =.= [although we are not allowed to do that] X) i bought coleslaw. =.= then we went into the cinema. yarh, then the movie started. whoots~ X) the movie was very touching, and funny. =.= i LAUGHED throughout the movie. it really is a good movie, ok, yarh, girls, you should go there for the male lead. X) guys, since you guys cannot look at guys, then the female lead also very chio. X) really. haha X) anyways, the plot is really pretty typical, the usual tragic drama, where the male lead gets some terminal illness, the female lead got raped and then blah blah blah. yarh, i were to say what is so unique about the movie, i would say that the actors were really good. it was like so realistic, it felt so real. the music came at the right time, and that really add to the atmosphere. yarh, there was one part when the male lead, hiro, broke down and cried. =.= it was really funny. he suddenly turned away, and make some coughing noise, and i thought he was coughing blood or something, Oo, and then it turned out that he was in fact crying. haha X) [=.= ok, i try not to be a sadist] yarh, but, ok, the movie was touching. i saw some people crying. =.= and HE DIED, i mean, that male lead died. OMG, it was so sad. i don't want him to die. why, i also don't know why. =.= cos he is a great guy. he is so protective, so caring for the female lead. [it's hard to find guys like him] =.= and they had to let him die. =.= &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;haruma is so cute!! X) yarh, shuai, cool X) yarh, and he is one of the reason that i want to watch the movie. X)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;haruma haruma haruma haruma haruma haruma haruma haruma haruma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;haha X) i must be mad already. yarh, ok, like i say, the movie is great, not just that the male lead is handsome[althought that contributes a huge factor] X) ok, jokes aside, it is definitely recommended to those who love romance, or just want to laugh at other people's pain of losing a love one. =.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3733207025995680894-7926024828986755788?l=little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/feeds/7926024828986755788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3733207025995680894&amp;postID=7926024828986755788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/7926024828986755788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/7926024828986755788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#7926024828986755788' title=''/><author><name>huiqi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15832054247192460645</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-3733207025995680894.post-4806652090966668400</id><published>2008-03-20T19:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T20:28:17.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;wednesday, 19 march 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;yarh, since i forgot [or maybe just plain laziness] to blog yesterday, then i shall try to recall what happened yesterday. Oo school kicked off with a economics lecture. yarh, it was absolutely entertaining. [get the sarcasm?] =.= i love lectures, but the lecturer is really trying to make me sleep. after the lecture, i sleepwalked out of the lecture room to the PE lesson. for our PE lesson, we ran our 2.4km. =.= to put it simply, we ran six rounds around the stadium. i ran for like the first three rounds, then i walked. i was so tired. =.= then i chiong at the last round. 17.46seconds. i think. =.= not bad, considering the fact that i haven't been running for a long time. i should start training now. X) after PE, we had a 30 minutes break. then it was my chemistry lecture. =.= chemistry lesson was...simply enlightening. really, i could practically see the atoms and molecules, yarh, perhaps i fell asleep again. =.= finally finally finally chemistry ended. then we had our CT lesson. our class was supposed to come out with a class vission, class motto, class values, class cheer, class logo, [ i forgot what is the last one] anyways, it does not concern me, cos we [sheena,stephanie,jiali,zhiyu and me] did the class logo. X) yarh, it turned out pretty nice, and i am proud of it. then we had house briefing. i am in the owens house. =.= yarh, and it was on the amazing race.yarh, it sounded pretty fun, so i joined. X) yarh, basically, that's what happened yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;today, thursday, 20 March 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;school started with economics lecture as well. =.= we sung the national anthemn in the lecture room cos it was raining, and the J2s had their common test in the hall. =.= it was so weird, cos i was standing directly in front of the teachers. anyways, the lecturer was the same as yesterday so there is really no need for me to comment on the lectures. X) then we had general paper. yarh, then break. then we had mother tongue. =.= right, lets move onto happier topics. X) then it was general paper again, we went to the computer lab. yarh.then i had one and half hour break. then we had mathematics. Oo yarh, the mathematics teacher is really interesting. X) serious. he amuses me alot. haha yarh, that's all also for today. nothing much happened at home anyway, except that i managed to persuade my sister to hand the computer rights to me. X)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3733207025995680894-4806652090966668400?l=little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/feeds/4806652090966668400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3733207025995680894&amp;postID=4806652090966668400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/4806652090966668400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/4806652090966668400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#4806652090966668400' title=''/><author><name>huiqi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15832054247192460645</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-3733207025995680894.post-2456730165986413440</id><published>2008-03-18T21:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T21:52:11.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;today, *yawns* as usual, i went to school. tired tired. =.= then as usual, lessons started. first lesson was chinese, we did a bit of introduction. yarh, the teacher was like telling us that it would be best if we put sunblock while out in the sun. =.= i bet she is the spokesperson for sunblock.. =.= anyways, i don't really care now. then we had literature. we learnt about poetry, i nearly fell asleep. the teacher was really good. i mean, good in curing insomnia. X) yarh, then we had a break, according to my memory which seems to be failing me. =.= then project work. we alreay got splitted into groups. sheena, farah and spencer are in the same group as me. =.= then we got mathematics. boring. i forgot to buy the notes. then school ended, we got this photo-taking session. =.= the pictures are taken individually. no comments about the skills of the photographer. X) then, i stayed in school for a while, i tried to do my work, my math. =.=. forget it, i shall try asking the teachers. yarh, then go home. so tired. =.= i going to sleep. =.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3733207025995680894-2456730165986413440?l=little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/feeds/2456730165986413440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3733207025995680894&amp;postID=2456730165986413440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/2456730165986413440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/2456730165986413440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#2456730165986413440' title=''/><author><name>huiqi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15832054247192460645</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-3733207025995680894.post-5883669221228657045</id><published>2008-03-14T20:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T20:53:24.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;today is sally's birthday. X) seventeen already, haha :] so i met renuka at our 188 bustop, and we met sally on the way. since the birthday girl decided that we should go bowling today, we took the bus to CDANS there to bowl. X) yarh, hey it was fun. we all improved. X) we played two rounds of bowling, then we went to the cafe outside the swimming pool, we chit chatted for a while, took a few pictures before we decided to walk toward the MRT. our secondary school is just opposite CDANS, so i took a picture of our DEAREST swiss cottage secondary school, using my NEWEST nokia 5610 phone. X) haha anyways, we walked and walked and walked and came across this fruit shop, actuallly, to be precise, a durian stall. Oo somehow, the craving for durian just kicked in, and before i even realised it, we found ourselves eating durians. Oo a very fantastic way to celebrate a birthday. X) haha yarh, we sat under the void deck. after we finished the durians, we walked towards the MRT station. it was so funny in the MRT. it was so crowded, and we were trying not to talk [cos we just eaten durians and you know, i don't really need to elaborate] X) and then we were laughing, and some people were looking at us. =.= yarh, then we went home. that's about it. X)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3733207025995680894-5883669221228657045?l=little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/feeds/5883669221228657045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3733207025995680894&amp;postID=5883669221228657045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/5883669221228657045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/5883669221228657045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#5883669221228657045' title=''/><author><name>huiqi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15832054247192460645</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-3733207025995680894.post-5602563224295432774</id><published>2008-03-12T19:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T22:41:47.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;whoots~ tuesday 11 march 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;i finally got a new phone!! :] nokia 5610~ blue colour.i bought it at westmall. so happy~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;i went out to study. =.= i got to go, no time to blog, so...haha........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3733207025995680894-5602563224295432774?l=little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/feeds/5602563224295432774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3733207025995680894&amp;postID=5602563224295432774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/5602563224295432774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/5602563224295432774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#5602563224295432774' title=''/><author><name>huiqi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15832054247192460645</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-3733207025995680894.post-8914209212301111640</id><published>2008-03-10T19:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T22:04:04.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;ok, on sunday 9 March 2008. it was the MI 08A07 class gathering! :] i met pavit, amirah, and hannah at the somerset MRT at 9.40am. then pavit's dad drove us there. we had the last pit in the east coast park. =.= i won't comment on that. X) then, we put mats there, and we waited. yarh, we wanted to get a shelter, but apparently all the shelters nearby were taken up. =.= so we ate ice-cream while waiting. hannah and i went down to the beach to keep ourselves occupied. then we saw this weird looking creature, it looked very disgusting. it was like a giant cockroach, it was overturned, yarh and then this guy came and turned it right up again. it got washed back to the sea. =.= the weather was fantastic, it rained and stopped, then rained again, then stopped. i gave up trying to hide into a shelter, and i ate another ice-cream X) we spent a long time trying to start a fire. yarh, halfway, it started to rain again, very heavily. =.= we had to leave the charcoal there and run into the shelter. after a while, the rained stopped and we started trying to start a fire again. Oo, we managed to get a fire started, under a bit of advice from the people at the barbeque pit beside us. they gave us a bit of charcoal to use too. Oo then finally, the barbeque was on. :] i was so hungry. i helped skewer the chicken onto the skewers. X) it was a good attempt for first-timers. i love the marshmallows, really, they were the best. X) MARSHMALLOWS~ then, it started to rain AGAIN =.= then after a while the rained stopped. yarh, i stayed back to help clear up the place. :] i reached home at 1245am. =.= so tired. my parents were waiting for me. Oo my handphone battery was flat. yarh, got a bit of scolding from my mum, or maybe she nagged. =.= i don't know. i was partially deaf when i reached home. X) took a bath immediately and waited for my hair to dry. then i went to sleep. whew~ so today, i did not went for the chemistry lesson, i overslept, nah, actually, i did not even bother to set the alarm. X) so then i went to watch a movie. the leap years. X) nice movie~ really, touching. tired, i shall blog next time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3733207025995680894-8914209212301111640?l=little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/feeds/8914209212301111640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3733207025995680894&amp;postID=8914209212301111640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/8914209212301111640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/8914209212301111640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#8914209212301111640' title=''/><author><name>huiqi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15832054247192460645</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-3733207025995680894.post-3426143995973324275</id><published>2008-03-07T22:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T22:33:41.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;friday, today was the last day of term 1. we got civics tutor in the first period. it is like character developement in secondary school, we[ the class] settled some adminstration things, like chossing the class manager, assistant class manager, blah blah blah. i did not volunteer for anything. :] we got our timetable. =.= lets not talk about the timetable and make me depressed. X) lets move on to happier things. then it was literature lecture, but somehow, the literature teacher got held up, so literature lecture was cancelled. so from a thirty-minute break, it got extended to an hour long break. X) then after the break, i got chemistry lecture. i did not bought the notes, [ but i was not the only one], so in the end, the teacher told us to go to the bookshop to purchase the notes. =.= yarh, like i would understand better with the notes, i see no difference. X) since i got nothing to do, and i have to wait for one hour before i can leave school, i went ahead and crashed the general paper lecture. :] it was the same thing repeated, but i supposed i still learnt something. then after school, sally and i went to watch a movie. X) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;whoots~ its L CHANGE THE WORLD!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;the movie was great, it was really thumbs up. it was hilarous, funny. L was so funny!! and cute X)  it was basically some baddies trying to cleanse the world using some virus, and L had to come and stop them. the thing is that L only got 23 days to stop them as he had wrote his own name into the deathbook. L behaved like some sort of paedophile. =.= i mean, he looked like it but i know he was trying to protect the children. :] it was funny to see L trying to babysit the children, especially when he first saw the little boy. then the girl came into the picture.  X) the girl started to cry at one point, then the little boy ran up to the girl, and they both started crying. L's expression was priceless. X) kawaii~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;seriously, i think, jokes aside, this movie really showed a sensitive side to L. :] waaah~ =.= forget about the movie, let me just say how cute L is. X) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;yarh, the way L sits on his chair, the way he eats, the way he ignored the professor when the professor [whatever his name, i forgot =.=] scolded him for bringing the infected girl around. yarh, L just ignored him and eat. X) and, L TRIED TO STAND UP STRAIGHT?! i can never forget that scene. i can hear his bones cracking at his first attempt. X) cute!!!!! =.= whoots~~ X) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;-junior L reporting. X)   [ L huiqi]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;heehee~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3733207025995680894-3426143995973324275?l=little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/feeds/3426143995973324275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3733207025995680894&amp;postID=3426143995973324275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/3426143995973324275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/3426143995973324275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#3426143995973324275' title=''/><author><name>huiqi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15832054247192460645</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-3733207025995680894.post-749657467972778304</id><published>2008-03-04T22:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T22:22:29.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;tuesday!! :] i skipped physical education and went to crash general paper lecture instead. X) i listened to the same old stuff again, but i still listened attentively, 100 % concentration. X) then i had three whole hours of break, in which i used up like the first hour to queue up for the graphic calculator. it was a pretty long queue or either that i have no patience in waiting. whoots~ so happy that i got my graphic calculator. it costs one hundred and ninety five bucks. Oo, i got the silver edition one. X) yarh, =.= and i still need to buy the school PE shirt, the school polo tee, and the electronic dictionary. my parents will be so delighted to know i am helping them invest their money. =.= let's forget the fact that i want to watch a movie, no wait, i mean moviessss . =.= then after the loooong break, there was chinese lecture. yarh, i wanted to skip that too, but you see, i am a hardworking girl. X) so i attended the one hour and thirty minutes long lecture. then it was mathematics lecture. differentiation. Oo, after that lecture, i was semi-consciuous due to information overload. X) then yarh, basically that is about it, nothing much happened at home. =.= my dear mum pasted money on the ceiling in our house. =.=, four pieces of five dollars and one piece od ten dollar. =.= she did this, according to my dad, to persuade us to try to jump to reach the ceiling. =.= [my parents believe that if one jumps more, he/she will grow taller, which i do not see a logic to it.] =.= but it was pretty amusing to see your ceiling pasted with money, seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;leave the memories broken on the floor, it is not worth piecing it back anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;nothing can be the same anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3733207025995680894-749657467972778304?l=little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/feeds/749657467972778304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3733207025995680894&amp;postID=749657467972778304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/749657467972778304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/749657467972778304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#749657467972778304' title=''/><author><name>huiqi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15832054247192460645</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-3733207025995680894.post-4059994532683887570</id><published>2008-03-03T20:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T21:11:18.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;today is TIE-DAY!!! X) we are supposed to wear tie today. yarh, so proud of the tie. :] i don't know why i so excited over the tie, but at least it gives me a reason to look forward to school. =.= let' see, the first lecture was project work. it was in the multi-purpose room three [MPR3]. the lecture was fine. then i had an hour break, then econmics lecture. =.= i forgot to bring my econmics notes. the lecturer went too fast, so i could not finish copying the notes, but i manage to take down most of the notes anyway. :] then it was chemistry lecture. =.= i skipped that lecture. hey, i did not spend the one hour away idly, i tried to tune my head frequency with the chemistry lecturer so that i can understand what he is saying. sadly, till now, i don't think i can not manage to catch a single atom on what he is trying to say. =.= then my nose got very high again, it wants to run a marathon. =.= then it was literature lecture. blah blah blah, nothing much in literature lecture, and then a break before we had another round of literature lecture, but we got like a mini test. =.= i can't seem to understand the poem, call me dense, call me slow, i just cannot get the poet's message. =.= my nose still running now. this is what you call good stamina. =.= someday, seriously, my nose will really dropped. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;yarh, tomorrow will be a better day. :] i will be getting my own graphic calculator soon!!! whoots~~ so excited. X)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;gray painted the sky, you painted a portion of my heart black, slowly , you engulfed it totally in darkness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;you gave me hope before you sent me into eternal despair. you gave me warmth before you sent me to a cold palace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;:[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3733207025995680894-4059994532683887570?l=little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/feeds/4059994532683887570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3733207025995680894&amp;postID=4059994532683887570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/4059994532683887570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/4059994532683887570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#4059994532683887570' title=''/><author><name>huiqi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15832054247192460645</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-3733207025995680894.post-7295614241419776156</id><published>2008-02-29T19:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T22:49:18.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;friday! whew, finally, i was practically drowning in lectures. =.= just one week passed and i am totally drained out. i skipped PE today. then it was literature, we learnt about the definition of drama, the different types of drama. =.= the teacher went so fast that my hand nearly break when i copied the notes. then i had chemistry lecture, it was so...i don't know how to describe it, but i nearly fell asleep during that one hour. it was fantastic, i was 'stoning' when we are supposed to do some questions. i started at the paper blankly, i did not even realise that a teacher was standing behind me. =.= when i realised that, he nearly gave me a heart attack. my lectures ended at 1130, but school officially ended at 1230, so i went to crash general paper lecture. =.= even though it was the same thing i attended, but it is still more interesting than the chemistry lecture. waaaaay more interesting. X) then, school ended, we tried to go out of school, but we were not allowed. =.= all because there is cross-country later. and that teacher who stopped us was the teacher who nearly sent my heart jumping out of my mouth during chemistry. blah. so we went to the sanctuary there. i put my bag on a chair and went to change into my PE attire, so when i came back, my seat is taken. they so nicely take the chair that i put my bag on, when there is actually another empty chair. are these people blind, or do their eyes grow at their feet? in any case, it is so rude to anyhow put my stuff around. seriously, go get a pair of spectacles if you need it, or do these people think that my bag is sooo nice that they just have to exhibit it on the table? thanks, of cos my bag is nice, i was the one who chose it. =.= yarh, then we went to the cafe, i don't want to comment. there were plenty of high-pitch or high frequency sound there. =.= no, i am not complaining, in fact, i think the noise is simply marvellous.i think it shows the enthusiasm in the school. *sincere* =.= i don't like quiet places much, &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;though i do not fancy disco-like places too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;then it was cross-country, i ran out of school, then i walked. =.= cross country is fun, i totally enjoyed myself. the path that we are supposed to run is so straight, so even that if you do not look properly, you run the risk of tripping or even rolling into the drain.=.=  then when cross country over, go home. the end :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3733207025995680894-7295614241419776156?l=little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/feeds/7295614241419776156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3733207025995680894&amp;postID=7295614241419776156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/7295614241419776156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/7295614241419776156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#7295614241419776156' title=''/><author><name>huiqi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15832054247192460645</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-3733207025995680894.post-2811779901331388406</id><published>2008-02-27T21:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T22:39:19.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;wednesday! another day in pioneer junior college, another day of lectures lectures lectures. =.= i had *tries hard to remember* mathematics lecture first, then general paper. then i got only thirty minutes of break. i swallowed my noodles. =.= then chinese lecture, the teachers introduced their CCAs. =.= none to my liking anyways, so i don't care. then economics lecture, nothing much happened. then, i went for bowling trial. X) i used the 8pound ball, it was heavy. the ball kept going towards the drain. =.=. seems like the ball has a certain attraction towards the drain. but it was fun. so yarh, basically that is what happened today. =.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3733207025995680894-2811779901331388406?l=little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/feeds/2811779901331388406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3733207025995680894&amp;postID=2811779901331388406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/2811779901331388406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/2811779901331388406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#2811779901331388406' title=''/><author><name>huiqi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15832054247192460645</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-3733207025995680894.post-6611217310540819511</id><published>2008-02-26T21:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T22:09:17.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;today, let's see what happened today. =X nothing much. it rained in the early morning so the ground was wet, so i could not use my bike. i took the LRT instead. :] [i never loved public transport] =.=  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;choir auditions are compulsory for all J1s. =.= i went for it today. haha, [that makes it the third time] X) world record. then we had literature. yarh, i think the literature texts are very interesting. :] lazy blog already. X)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3733207025995680894-6611217310540819511?l=little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/feeds/6611217310540819511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3733207025995680894&amp;postID=6611217310540819511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/6611217310540819511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/6611217310540819511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#6611217310540819511' title=''/><author><name>huiqi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15832054247192460645</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-3733207025995680894.post-8859430138900675456</id><published>2008-02-20T22:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T23:11:54.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;*sighs* first day in pioneer junior college. my parents insist on sending me to school, felt like a baby :[ not that i don't want them to come, but i want to be a bit more independent. OG3, Alpha. =X whole day was speech by principal, and briefings by all the head of departments of the various subjecs. mother tongue, science, general paper, project work, mathemnatics, humanities. =.= i nearly said something vulgar. it was not my fault, they made us sit on the floor for a long period of time, my whole body is aching, speech is boring and i am very tired. it did not help that my nose suddenly got very high, and started running. i can't do the cheer properly. try holding a handful of tissue in your hands and clap. you will get what i mean. =.= my nose did stop. BUT then i got a stomachache, =.= no, i don't need the toilet. it just hurts. =.= which is worse? runny nose or stomachache? blah. it is just not my day. :[ and i broke my spectacles. =.= cool right. i think so too. trouble never comes alone. =.= think it was better at home? =.= had a bad quarrel with my sister. =.= so fed up with her already, i am already in a mad mood, can't she be nice and just let me a little today? =.= i need to buy a few jokebooks for myself soon. and i am hungry??!! =.= freak...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3733207025995680894-8859430138900675456?l=little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/feeds/8859430138900675456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3733207025995680894&amp;postID=8859430138900675456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/8859430138900675456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/8859430138900675456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#8859430138900675456' title=''/><author><name>huiqi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15832054247192460645</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-3733207025995680894.post-2789928084754122255</id><published>2008-02-19T21:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T21:24:52.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;=.= don't feel like posting anything today. well, lets recap yesterday..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Monday, 18 February 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;last day in Millennia. Oo felt abit..hmm..dunno how to describe also. haha, nevermind then. i took lots of pictures, but my computer never upload all the pictures in my camera. =.= so pissed off and fed up. but the day went eventless also, we played soccer during physical education. =.= it was fun [to be a spectator]. i have to admit, i have no talent in chasing after a ball that is rolling on the floor. after P.E, it was geography lesson. some people were playing cards, and the rest just slack in the classroom. basically, it was just slacking time yesterday, so really nothing much to say. naomi, nicholas, pavit, zhiyong, adrian and me went to westmall for lunch. we went popular for a while, and then to the library for a while. then we went home. :] yarh, thanks, zhiyong for the gift. it was really, omg, LAVI!!!! haha.. X)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;today, 19 February 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;=.= last day to enjoy before i die of overwork in a junior college. yarh, i got into PIONEER JC. =.= i got a sms this morning from the MOE. not sure if i am suppose to be happy, don't feel happy though. Oo sally and i went to catch a movie, X) we were like the only ones laughing in the theatre. =.=, well, the movie was funny, we were supposed to laugh, or we would not be doing the movie justice..haha X)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;then we me up with vicky, went to this fashion cos she needed to buy a skirt, then go lot 1 eat, and chatted for a while, before heading to the library. then we went home. =.= &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;tell me a way to forget you now. you just do not understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3733207025995680894-2789928084754122255?l=little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/feeds/2789928084754122255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3733207025995680894&amp;postID=2789928084754122255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/2789928084754122255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/2789928084754122255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#2789928084754122255' title=''/><author><name>huiqi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15832054247192460645</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-3733207025995680894.post-238896626252353914</id><published>2008-02-15T20:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T22:08:10.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;a day after valentine, things pretty much went back to normal today. X) as usual, i crawled out of my bed unwillingly. =X i was so tired. then i went to school, then morning assembly, and the IRP[interpersonal reading programme], a more sophisticated way to refer to SILENT READING. =.= we took pictures with our home tutor instead. then after the silent reading, school lesson officially starts. we had literature, and we watched the rest of the movie, Vacancy. =.= i think i was freaked out more by the screaming, cos when the baddie appear suddenly, i was looking away. =.= [ i not scared actually, ok] X) then we took pictures with the literature teacher. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;can someone follow me into the bathroom now? X)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;then we had geography lesson, we did not do anything, and we were dismissed early for break. i wasn't hungry, so i did not eat anything during the break. after the break was mother tongue classes. we went through the chinese compositions. =.= we were supposed to give marks to five chinese compositions. i gave 18 marks when in actual fact, it was actually 5 marks to a composition. then we listened to a few songs, one of them is jay chou song!!!! X) whoots~~ qian-li-zhi-wai. awesome!!! then got lin junjie's song, cao cao then cannot remember the other song. =.= then school ended.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;after that, played a bit of basketball with sarah, adrian, pavit and zhiyong. Oo zhiyong is good, but show X) haha, it was pretty funny to see sarah trying to snatch the ball from pavit. adrian threw the ball then nobody catch. Oo  haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;then meet sally and vicky to have a nice chit chat session. yarh, i could be an actor after today X) sally and me were using our fantastic imagination again. we talk about very interesting things. X) haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3733207025995680894-238896626252353914?l=little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/feeds/238896626252353914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3733207025995680894&amp;postID=238896626252353914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/238896626252353914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/238896626252353914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#238896626252353914' title=''/><author><name>huiqi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15832054247192460645</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-3733207025995680894.post-1668178365696289564</id><published>2008-02-14T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T22:08:50.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nr_BIXpjqJI/R7RLXsjhNdI/AAAAAAAAAB8/vxPZKynKcus/s1600-h/photopics+146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166837542970013138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nr_BIXpjqJI/R7RLXsjhNdI/AAAAAAAAAB8/vxPZKynKcus/s320/photopics+146.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nr_BIXpjqJI/R7RLYMjhNeI/AAAAAAAAACE/1klXHp5KpQI/s1600-h/photopics+143.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166837551559947746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nr_BIXpjqJI/R7RLYMjhNeI/AAAAAAAAACE/1klXHp5KpQI/s320/photopics+143.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3733207025995680894-1668178365696289564?l=little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/feeds/1668178365696289564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3733207025995680894&amp;postID=1668178365696289564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/1668178365696289564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/1668178365696289564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#1668178365696289564' title=''/><author><name>huiqi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15832054247192460645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nr_BIXpjqJI/R7RLXsjhNdI/AAAAAAAAAB8/vxPZKynKcus/s72-c/photopics+146.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3733207025995680894.post-8570849601673697337</id><published>2008-02-14T22:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T22:04:53.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nr_BIXpjqJI/R7RKJMjhNbI/AAAAAAAAABs/L890SpjrNsk/s1600-h/photopics+141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166836194350282162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nr_BIXpjqJI/R7RKJMjhNbI/AAAAAAAAABs/L890SpjrNsk/s320/photopics+141.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nr_BIXpjqJI/R7RKJsjhNcI/AAAAAAAAAB0/YoHVSwIMoms/s1600-h/photopics+151.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;sally's doggie X)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3733207025995680894-8570849601673697337?l=little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/feeds/8570849601673697337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3733207025995680894&amp;postID=8570849601673697337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/8570849601673697337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/8570849601673697337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#8570849601673697337' title=''/><author><name>huiqi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15832054247192460645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nr_BIXpjqJI/R7RKJMjhNbI/AAAAAAAAABs/L890SpjrNsk/s72-c/photopics+141.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3733207025995680894.post-650331883705361415</id><published>2008-02-14T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T21:58:49.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nr_BIXpjqJI/R7RIy8jhNZI/AAAAAAAAABc/bCgHpe1wAVY/s1600-h/photopics+144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166834712586565010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nr_BIXpjqJI/R7RIy8jhNZI/AAAAAAAAABc/bCgHpe1wAVY/s320/photopics+144.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nr_BIXpjqJI/R7RIz8jhNaI/AAAAAAAAABk/9JHjpHg-nHc/s1600-h/photopics+145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166834729766434210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nr_BIXpjqJI/R7RIz8jhNaI/AAAAAAAAABk/9JHjpHg-nHc/s320/photopics+145.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;renuka's flowers X)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3733207025995680894-650331883705361415?l=little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/feeds/650331883705361415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3733207025995680894&amp;postID=650331883705361415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/650331883705361415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/650331883705361415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#650331883705361415' title=''/><author><name>huiqi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15832054247192460645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nr_BIXpjqJI/R7RIy8jhNZI/AAAAAAAAABc/bCgHpe1wAVY/s72-c/photopics+144.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3733207025995680894.post-3422591097984616631</id><published>2008-02-14T21:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T21:50:51.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nr_BIXpjqJI/R7RGwMjhNYI/AAAAAAAAABU/8FqNcR4rlQo/s1600-h/photopics+142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166832466318669186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nr_BIXpjqJI/R7RGwMjhNYI/AAAAAAAAABU/8FqNcR4rlQo/s320/photopics+142.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;shariffah's lollipop[?not sure if it is called lollipop Oo]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3733207025995680894-3422591097984616631?l=little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/feeds/3422591097984616631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3733207025995680894&amp;postID=3422591097984616631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/3422591097984616631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/3422591097984616631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#3422591097984616631' title=''/><author><name>huiqi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15832054247192460645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nr_BIXpjqJI/R7RGwMjhNYI/AAAAAAAAABU/8FqNcR4rlQo/s72-c/photopics+142.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3733207025995680894.post-2820319756651390449</id><published>2008-02-14T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T21:46:40.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nr_BIXpjqJI/R7RF3MjhNWI/AAAAAAAAABE/pj5UYG08uFY/s1600-h/photopics+153.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166831487066125666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nr_BIXpjqJI/R7RF3MjhNWI/AAAAAAAAABE/pj5UYG08uFY/s320/photopics+153.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nr_BIXpjqJI/R7RF4MjhNXI/AAAAAAAAABM/bXs9XOAR8eI/s1600-h/photopics+152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166831504245994866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nr_BIXpjqJI/R7RF4MjhNXI/AAAAAAAAABM/bXs9XOAR8eI/s320/photopics+152.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;hannah's cupcakes X)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3733207025995680894-2820319756651390449?l=little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/feeds/2820319756651390449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3733207025995680894&amp;postID=2820319756651390449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/2820319756651390449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/2820319756651390449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#2820319756651390449' title=''/><author><name>huiqi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15832054247192460645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nr_BIXpjqJI/R7RF3MjhNWI/AAAAAAAAABE/pj5UYG08uFY/s72-c/photopics+153.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3733207025995680894.post-5848827872066149532</id><published>2008-02-14T20:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T21:37:25.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;today is valentine's day!! :] i overslept for a few minutes today, but i still made it to school early. X) hannah baked muffins [or was it cupcakes?] for the whole class!! X) whoots~~ and she wrote a note for each of us, it was very thoughtful. the muffin/cupcake looked so nice, i could not bear to eat it. Oo sharrifah gave sweets, hmm, something that looks like lollipop. =.= why do people have to give nice things, cos i can't bear to eat any of them?! X) haha..for me, i made some flowers myself and bought a box of ferrero rocher to give to the class. naomi gave ferrero also. X) zati gave sweets. X) we played games during lesson today, for literature, we played taboo. winners get to have chocolates. Oo then for mathematics, we played games too, and for general paper, we watched a movie. the movie was boring at times. then school ends. =.= then go westmall eat lunch, i ate chicken rice. then met up with sally and renuka at lot 1 go pasta mania eat again. =.= i ate a 10-inch hawaiian pizza, which i could not finish, only left one slice only. X) [i need to exercise soon] =.= really. i gave renuka towel cakes =.= small towels that folded to look like cakes. X) n sally a tigger puppet. X) i got a flower from renuka =3 aww~~ it is so nice, i really like it, and a doggie from sally. X) it resembles the doggie that i lost like last month. cool, i gonna keep the doggie somewhere safe so that it will not run away. X) i lazy post pics.. =.= who says valentine is only for lovers? X)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i still miss you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3733207025995680894-5848827872066149532?l=little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/feeds/5848827872066149532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3733207025995680894&amp;postID=5848827872066149532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/5848827872066149532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/5848827872066149532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#5848827872066149532' title=''/><author><name>huiqi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15832054247192460645</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-3733207025995680894.post-4755365546929776097</id><published>2008-02-13T22:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T22:25:56.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;wednesday, nothing much happened today too.. =.= mother tongue was the first lesson. we had a mini competition about =.= hmm..are they called proverbs or what, i don't know, [i don't care too] =.= then break...then mathematics, go there slack, yarh, =.= it was proven that i am really a retard. then general paper, the teacher talked, i 'stone' ..then dismissed, i go.. =.= aiyah, i lazy blog...nothing exciting to blog about anyway. X) haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i want to hear your voice again, know that you are doing fine. that would be the best valentine present i would receive, to tell me that you are moving on great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3733207025995680894-4755365546929776097?l=little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/feeds/4755365546929776097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3733207025995680894&amp;postID=4755365546929776097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/4755365546929776097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/4755365546929776097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#4755365546929776097' title=''/><author><name>huiqi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15832054247192460645</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-3733207025995680894.post-7018408110000241755</id><published>2008-02-12T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T20:57:15.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;today,Oo lets see, first period is mathematics, and we learnt fractions. =.= proper and improper. interesting lesson. then is break, two whole periods of break~ X) then literature, we watched a movie. =.= vacancy is the movie's name or something like that, and i gonna freak out soon...then geography, we went through the geography test he gave us yesterday. =.= practically everything i wrote are wrong?!  then school dismissed~ i went home today X) then sleep...=.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;stay away!!! =X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3733207025995680894-7018408110000241755?l=little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/feeds/7018408110000241755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3733207025995680894&amp;postID=7018408110000241755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/7018408110000241755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/7018408110000241755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#7018408110000241755' title=''/><author><name>huiqi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15832054247192460645</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-3733207025995680894.post-1466754021405269345</id><published>2008-02-11T18:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T21:19:22.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;aiyee~ the first day on a brand new week, or is it the second? Oo is sunday the first day of a new week or what? =.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;anyways anyways, it is still the first day of a new week in school.we did not have any flag-raising ceremony today, cos they had the morning assembly earlier. common tests for the pre-U 2s and 3s started X) [it doesn not concern me anyway] =.= &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;as usual, we had physical education. we were supposed to run two rounds as usual, but i only ran one round before i walked the second. [my leg feels better now, i don't walk with a limp anymore Oo] then we had geography lesson, and we had a surprise test. =.= and i thought the teacher was joking until he handed out the paper. but it was an open book test, so yarh, but i still cannot understand. =.= i am not taking geography anymore, seriously. then a break, i ate spaghetti, it was very filling. Oo then is the home tutor period, which we did nothing. i borrowed amirah's book to read, but romance novels are never my type of books to read. =X then the day in school is finally over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;=.= then go westmall with adrian, pavit and zhiyong, then adrian, pavit and me watch chang jiang 7 hao, a movie directed by stephen chow. it is really funny, and that cj7 is soooooo cuuuuute!!! X) can stretch, can pull, can turn, woah!!! it is so flexible =3 even when it got squashed, it can return to its original shape. Oo COOL!!!! but it is also quite touching, quite, =.= .. cuuute!!!!! aww~~ X) then after the movie go home..haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3733207025995680894-1466754021405269345?l=little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/feeds/1466754021405269345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3733207025995680894&amp;postID=1466754021405269345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/1466754021405269345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/1466754021405269345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#1466754021405269345' title=''/><author><name>huiqi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15832054247192460645</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-3733207025995680894.post-6847416813269226678</id><published>2008-02-10T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T21:13:52.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;=.= i think i did something to my right leg, i am limping already. it hurts.. Oo hmm..maybe i should go see a doctor or something then bandage my leg or wheelchair, just give me a wheelchair!!! X) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;anyway, today is another boring day. nothing good showing on the television, nothing exciting is happening, it is like stagnant water =.= [then breed mosquitoes..]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;i accidentally ate expired biscuits today, yarh, i should have known better, the cream was like black?! i spat the whole thing out when my sister told me the expiry date. =.= eewk, yarh, i think i gonna get severe food poisoning soon, serious. i am too young to die!!!!! X) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;then tomorrow have to go back school...i don't want!!! i want to stay at home and...and.. =.= sleep, then wake up, then rot Oo then..then...=.= i don't know~~ on second thought, maybe i would just go to school, then at least half of my day is planned for me already Oo waaah!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;valentine is coming, where are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3733207025995680894-6847416813269226678?l=little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/feeds/6847416813269226678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3733207025995680894&amp;postID=6847416813269226678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/6847416813269226678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733207025995680894/posts/default/6847416813269226678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-devil-escaped.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#6847416813269226678' title=''/><author><name>huiqi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15832054247192460645</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>
