<?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-8015275</id><updated>2011-08-09T04:25:38.256+08:00</updated><category term='Nothing in this world is IMPOSSIBLE coz  the word IMPOSSIBLE itself spells I M POSSIBLE'/><title type='text'>eWay|seeit_`</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Celine Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490398580851335430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>111</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015275.post-8058055103199200558</id><published>2007-06-14T11:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T12:00:04.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random :|</title><content type='html'>woke up to this msg on my phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" the potato chips exploded in the plane! OMG!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the scene sounded so comical i burst loud laughing. Just imagine you are on a quiet trip back to the sunny island and all of a sudden, u hear the explosion of 4 gigantic bags of potato chips all together. Yes, FOUR gigantic bags of potato chips. Imagine the malu-ness you'd face in that enclosed space. You cant run, you cant hide, that is unless you decided to jump of the plane la.. Just pray that the plane crew will not charge my bro as a  potential terrorist. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haix the price of buying potato chips for your sis ( shakes head) LMAO!&lt;br /&gt;i shall eat the potato chips with much gratitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing much happened in the hols. just afew of the 'fated-to meet-e-'GAY' ' incidents.&lt;br /&gt;ya la i think too much but then, i still think its damn Xie and of course, damn Qiao!&lt;br /&gt;LOL! chap liao im becoming more shallow than ever but not as shallow as the people with initials of S.C.Y.R and G. L. Z. N.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its weird talking to myself, so shall end here. BYE :&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015275-8058055103199200558?l=stoppoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/feeds/8058055103199200558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015275&amp;postID=8058055103199200558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/8058055103199200558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/8058055103199200558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/2007/06/random.html' title='Random :|'/><author><name>Celine Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490398580851335430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8015275.post-2996123705381454610</id><published>2007-04-27T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T04:30:12.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOL!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pJYfRb7l7hU/RjIU8p30dqI/AAAAAAAAAAc/mMxlwN0IfVw/s1600-h/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058128363755173538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pJYfRb7l7hU/RjIU8p30dqI/AAAAAAAAAAc/mMxlwN0IfVw/s320/Untitled-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &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 bro did this and sent it to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i didnt know the men in my family had hidden korean identities. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015275-2996123705381454610?l=stoppoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/feeds/2996123705381454610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015275&amp;postID=2996123705381454610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/2996123705381454610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/2996123705381454610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/2007/04/lol.html' title='LOL!!!'/><author><name>Celine Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490398580851335430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_pJYfRb7l7hU/RjIU8p30dqI/AAAAAAAAAAc/mMxlwN0IfVw/s72-c/Untitled-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015275.post-705426063822995700</id><published>2007-04-14T19:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T04:30:12.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pJYfRb7l7hU/RiC8Z2Q6j4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/qVyCezwvTbQ/s1600-h/f6541601kq5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053245934158909314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pJYfRb7l7hU/RiC8Z2Q6j4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/qVyCezwvTbQ/s320/f6541601kq5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yes, i want to be the cat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015275-705426063822995700?l=stoppoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/feeds/705426063822995700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015275&amp;postID=705426063822995700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/705426063822995700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/705426063822995700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/2007/04/yes-i-want-to-be-cat.html' title=''/><author><name>Celine Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490398580851335430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_pJYfRb7l7hU/RiC8Z2Q6j4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/qVyCezwvTbQ/s72-c/f6541601kq5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015275.post-5257287283204933125</id><published>2007-03-31T10:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T10:33:33.175+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nothing in this world is IMPOSSIBLE coz  the word IMPOSSIBLE itself spells I M POSSIBLE'/><title type='text'>tsk tsk.</title><content type='html'>4th month into jc2 life and im starting to feel e stress. i ought to. every teacher is starting to stress on e word Alevels again. Major exams really worries me. i rmbed working hard for Os yet i still broke down on results day.given the greater chunks of infor i have to remember, im scared that history will repeat itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate the terms teachers use on us. Yes, we're a self motivated class that is EXTREMELY guai. teachers see us as healthy competitors, yet all i see is extreme compeition-fearing of studying less than others, ppl gasping n gloating in silent about your failure without a word of comfort.it sounds all so familiar in the 'real world' but im already experiencing it in school. all i want is to achieve MY best yet all i feel is im turning into a unwilling competitor in this 'competition'. Haiz this has got to be e ultimate hellish 2yrs for me. i have the word SHAGGED pasted on my face. 4months of stress has accumulated massive eyebags, that wont even fade if i have slept well the night before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes school is killing me. But on a lighter note. feasting my eyes on candies during lectures are....... just purely sinful. LOL. GYA POWER!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015275-5257287283204933125?l=stoppoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/feeds/5257287283204933125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015275&amp;postID=5257287283204933125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/5257287283204933125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/5257287283204933125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/2007/03/tsk-tsk.html' title='tsk tsk.'/><author><name>Celine Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490398580851335430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8015275.post-6872622682809704083</id><published>2007-03-23T18:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T19:02:30.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny DHL ad.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rrQGNAmDDWU" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;if u're slow like me: The girl kissed the DHL guy cause she wanted The Kiss to be delivered to her bf. Ya...u get the picture..lol&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015275-6872622682809704083?l=stoppoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/feeds/6872622682809704083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015275&amp;postID=6872622682809704083' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/6872622682809704083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/6872622682809704083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/2007/03/funny-dhl-ad.html' title='Funny DHL ad.'/><author><name>Celine Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490398580851335430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015275.post-117282667047230445</id><published>2007-03-02T16:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T17:22:55.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zhuan Shu Tian Shi, The Definition of Guardian Angels.</title><content type='html'>Pa asked me what i want for b-day cum results.&lt;br /&gt;Dont know should say anot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT CAN I GET A SONY T-10 CAMERA?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even though i dont use cameras much and considering that i only used my old Casio camera for only...eh less than 10 times. LOL. Haiz, nvm la better dont waste money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This yr, my wishes wont be unrealistic anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I just want to see Pa and 'Me Me' quarrel less and to appreciate one another again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read iWeekly that day &amp;amp; i learnt that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Zhuan Shu Tian Shi ( Guardian Angel ) ensures that we will never ever feel lost in this cruel world.&lt;br /&gt;They pick you up when you're down, keep you motivated in life and shares your pride and joys.&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, they'd never leave u standing alone in your darkness moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Zhuan Shu Tian Shi need not necessarily be a lover or partner.&lt;br /&gt;They may be in a form of families or friends.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, everyone may have more than one Zhuan Shu Tian Shi-s watching over them.&lt;br /&gt;Even though i may have much lesser Zhuan Shu Tian Shi-s as compared to others.&lt;br /&gt;I truly appreciate the very few that have been watching over me all this while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( i dont have to name them ba, lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing what i type, im quite touched by me. So those very few i mentioned, you BETTER be touched upon seeing what i typed too. you BETTER BE...otherwise..haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay la, the-not-very-gd-in-expressing-herself Celine must leave le. WOO!~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015275-117282667047230445?l=stoppoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/feeds/117282667047230445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015275&amp;postID=117282667047230445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/117282667047230445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/117282667047230445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/2007/03/zhuan-shu-tian-shi-definition-of.html' title='Zhuan Shu Tian Shi, The Definition of Guardian Angels.'/><author><name>Celine Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490398580851335430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8015275.post-116981395361184090</id><published>2007-01-26T19:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T20:19:13.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emo Weather</title><content type='html'>Okay fine..we still tried to jio flh at the airport. We rushed to the airport immediately after Sarah was released. Everything seems fine till we reached the airport. We couldnt find their flight no. on the arrival list. So we went back and forth between the 2 terminals and still, there were no sights of screaming ppl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we decided to pluck up our courage and ask the information counter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah: eh can we check on flight BR225? cause it did not appear on the arrival screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staff 1: ohhhhh....u want to see farenheit right?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us: *instant Malu-ness looms over us, somemore we wearing uniforms-.-*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staff 2: They change to celsius already~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us: ....*we thought she was refering to the change of flight, we didnt really get the joke then*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staff 1: They left already! So many ppl screaming la! 3 came and left together and one came&lt;br /&gt;earlier on Royal Brunei. ( Damn it, it was obvious who sat on Royal Brunei la!!! and we actually missed it &gt;.&lt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staff 2 : So..u want mine or her autograph instead? *laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us: *laughs really awkwardly and left with a shagged heart. *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it kind of spoilt our day. after that went to mentoring and we saw this damn cute cum shuai mentee called Shawn. liao we're such paedophiles.lol. we even took sneaky pictures of him la. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2361/523/1600/910656/Children"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2361/523/320/339056/Children%27s%20Home%20003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2361/523/1600/489307/Children"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2361/523/1600/489307/Children"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015275-116981395361184090?l=stoppoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/feeds/116981395361184090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015275&amp;postID=116981395361184090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/116981395361184090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/116981395361184090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/2007/01/emo-weather.html' title='Emo Weather'/><author><name>Celine Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490398580851335430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8015275.post-116972526581065340</id><published>2007-01-25T19:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T19:41:07.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah</title><content type='html'>lessons are still as boring as ever but company's getting better i suppose? Though i think that our thinking are different, im glad we still make the efforts to compromise one another's flaws. i cant believe they said my actions are damn big &amp; im just like a living-walking joke. ( that all sounds so familiar, LOL!). Means they think im not shu-nue. first time i hear ppl say that about me-.- But still my suaning skills can nv defeat theirs. Besides kana suan-ed, i even get REAL slaps on the face for like at least 2times per wk. i've never really been hit before, till now-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever it is, i just hopes that it gets better by the day.&lt;br /&gt;but of course, i miss my good friends almost..daily. I miss Sarah n Gina's nonsense the most. I miss it when we have recess together. When i see some bo liao stuff and make comments that my new friends dont understand, i bet both of them would get the point. I miss the Mo-Qi between friends. Sometimes when i get very high over something, i cant share it cause my friends will just give me the weird look. But with them, we all get high at the same time. LOL. really hope to catch up with them soon, especially Gina since i seldom see her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;flh's coming tml noon. Given sarah n my timetable for fridays, it &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;seems&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; possible for us to go to Changi airport by 1pm since our school is considerably near the airport. we'd do anything just to catch just a glimpse of THE Wuzun, even if it means 1 second. LOL, okay kua zhang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But since we took up mentoring kids last friday, we were having a dilemma if we should pang say the kids to jio ppl that dont even know our existence. In the end, we still decided to be moral- to go for mentoring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're so caring.&lt;br /&gt;we're so kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, fake~~&lt;br /&gt;...the real reason why we decided not to go Changi is cause sarah's friend said we wont be able to reach there on time. Other than that, we strongly believe we would be squashed like crap by their throngs of harder-core fans. _.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn it. so near yet so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015275-116972526581065340?l=stoppoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/feeds/116972526581065340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015275&amp;postID=116972526581065340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/116972526581065340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/116972526581065340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/2007/01/blah.html' title='Blah'/><author><name>Celine Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490398580851335430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8015275.post-116704564497325640</id><published>2006-12-25T19:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T19:20:44.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>it's christmas today, yet it certainly doesnt feel like it. My family doesnt celebrate the annual festival that i love the most. so wasted...anyway, went out with my family and we ate mango dessert, pepper rice &amp; ya kun. lol. afterwhich bro and i bought elva hsiao's and fish leong's album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this happened a few days ago which i thought was rather funny in my context:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while watching my bro play Final Fantasy, i fell asleep on the other couch. So i had this weird dream that i was hanging out with my friends in a lively tunnel. It was then that i saw this group of ppl walking past me. It was ella. ya, The Ella. afterwhich, i saw Fahrenheit at the last of the rows walking past me. I approached jiro and ask, " ke yi he wo pai zhang zao mah?". of course he obliged to it. then i lean close to him like near the chest to take the pics. I was so happy in my dreams. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but when i woke up, i know why my dream had me leaning close his chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was because i was leaning hard against the inclined portion of my sofa-.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015275-116704564497325640?l=stoppoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/feeds/116704564497325640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015275&amp;postID=116704564497325640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/116704564497325640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/116704564497325640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/2006/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>Celine Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490398580851335430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8015275.post-116623507204216606</id><published>2006-12-16T09:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T17:27:28.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post- Hong Kong Trip</title><content type='html'>I'm back from Hong Kong!!! Lol. What can i say. Its really a place of dining &amp; SHOPPING. We couldnt &amp;amp; didnt even wanted to stop walking even though i felt my fat legs were about to explode. Had lots of fun shopping at branded Outlet shops that sold their original products ( they were excess stocks ) at HALF PRICE. yup. so Espirit ranged from SG$ 10+ to 100 plus the most. Levi's was at SG$ 50-80. Nike products such as Shoes were like SG$60-100, even Nike Box bags cost only about SG$30, that's like 20-30 bucks cheaper than in Sg. Of course, i'd wont let this opportunities pass by me. So i spent about Sg$500 there. that's just my belongings alone. lol. Parents had to reduce to paying with visa. Thank Goodness my aunt gave me $100 at the &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;airport. LOL. Hong Kong's food are like..LA LA LA LA LA~~~ too nice. It's beyond description. The people there were generally friendly, especially the elderly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pictures and description time!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Day 1&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached the HK airport at noon. So we went to check-in first. BEHOLD~~ what sarah said was indeed true. Even the hotel staff were shuai. 2 of them were in grey suits helping us to check in. Plus they had super nicely styled hair. But didnt take their pics, it would be too freaky of me to do that right?! lol. I must remain Shu Nue what...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The room was really small. So we were given a free upgrade to a bigger room. ( LMAO, my shu nue-ness worked. LMAO, jk ) It was so much bigger. It had it's own lounge couch and even 2 Tv sets. so cosy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time every thing was settled, we ate our very first HK meal.. WANTON MEE!!! so nice. Dont even be deceive by it's plain look. It was so nice i ate at this shop thrice over my 5days there. The shop uncle even laughed at us when we came back. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2361/523/1600/68289/Hong%20Kong%20045.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2361/523/320/480675/Hong%20Kong%20045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2361/523/1600/932332/Hong%20Kong%20045.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;after which, we went for.. Night Market Shopping at Ladies' Market. Bought 2 bags for SG$ 20+. Bought 2 watches. My parent's ulterior motive of going there was of course to get fake rolex, but sadly the stall vendors said there were Patrol Police tonight, so they cant sell it. The market was really vibrant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;After that, we were just walking about aimlessly and all the shops looked so damn appealing. Found this crazy shoe shop that sold really nice shoes ( the kind u find at Orchard Far East ). But..guess what was the price of the shoes there.. The most ex-ones cost SG$30, which are boots. Rainie-Shoes ( Round Headed Flats ) cost......SG$ 5 to 6 bucks. WAU LAU EH!!!! where to find this in SG!?! so i die die had to try them on. they looked so nice i can sell them in Sg for 30 bucks or more. But sadly, the shoes i wanted didnt had my size. Damn it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2361/523/1600/994005/Hong%20Kong%20072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2361/523/320/826383/Hong%20Kong%20072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2361/523/1600/833785/Hong%20Kong%20074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2361/523/320/743227/Hong%20Kong%20074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dessert time after that. Xu Liu Shan is doing so well in Hk unlike Sg having closed down its only stall in Orchard. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2361/523/1600/971234/Hong%20Kong%20075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2361/523/320/437155/Hong%20Kong%20075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2361/523/1600/89153/Hong%20Kong%20075.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;cant believe it was only Day 1.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Day 2&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We went on our half day tour around HK. The tour guide looked like Quan Yi Feng. but not as chio la :x we went to the Peak...went on a Clark Quay like boat. went to a temple. Saw Jackie Chan's Mansion on 'The Rich People's' hill. Ate really nice dim-sum. Viewed boring jewellery.Went shopping again where i bought a addidas box-bag.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2361/523/1600/922889/Hong%20Kong%20082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2361/523/320/194715/Hong%20Kong%20082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2361/523/1600/762319/Hong%20Kong%20097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2361/523/320/1150/Hong%20Kong%20097.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2361/523/1600/731615/Hong%20Kong%20117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2361/523/320/942992/Hong%20Kong%20117.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;the largest purple crystal cave in the World.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Disgusting looking yet damn nice chocolate Egg waffle kind of thing.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2361/523/1600/664488/Hong%20Kong%20118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2361/523/320/675722/Hong%20Kong%20118.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;At night, we went to Stanley Market. It was just exactly the same as Ladies' Street but less exciting " :/ but i still bought a 2 dollar bracelet. Parents finally found their fake Rolex &amp; Patek Philip..but 50bucks for fakes? i still think it's not worth it. While buying the watches, we had to hide around behind the stalls cause of the fear of patrolling police, i felt quite guilty while my parents just hecked care. LOL.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Day 3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On the 3rd Day, we went to Macau for a day! it was really boring. The tour guide was an obvious SPG, si bei bitch to Asians. Go suck up to ang mo-s for all i care. I was just listening to my iPod while she crap about Macau's history cause i didnt want to listen to her act- American slang. Disgusting. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But her disgusting-ness didnt spoilt the beautiful appearance of the Old Cathedrals, Yellow Church and Largo De Senago. I thought i was in Europe for the moment. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2361/523/1600/145114/Hong%20Kong%20089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2361/523/320/663888/Hong%20Kong%20089.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;plus my mum had her mini-adventure at Largo Sen. too. Lmao. Apparently she was really urgent for the loo but the macdonalds's toilet was packed. So she followed my dad's advice to go into this restuarant's loo. Guess what? when she was pee-ing halfway, her heard sounds of a gate closing. She came out of the loo and...she was stuck as the shop had closed and locked her in. LOL! imagine her stress. she made calls but to no avail ( wonder y she didnt call pa -.- ). luckily she saw this red button and pressed it, so the gates open and she squeeze out of it. She slipped away from the security walking past too. LOL!! so was alittle pissed cum worried when she took so long. The bitch tour-guide just walked away with the rest of the tour without my mum. Luckily we told her and she waited with us without a word and of course, with a black face of hers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2361/523/1600/376053/Hong%20Kong%20058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2361/523/320/544315/Hong%20Kong%20058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After finishing the tour, we went off on our own. We landed in some kind of Theme Park that has yet to open. It had ' active' volcanoes, Ancient Tibet Houses, China Palaces, Rome buildings, American styled houses, Europe kind of row houses. It was like wonderland. So damn nice.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2361/523/1600/773457/Hong%20Kong%20063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2361/523/320/684797/Hong%20Kong%20063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2361/523/1600/509875/Hong%20Kong%20059.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2361/523/1600/509875/Hong%20Kong%20059.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2361/523/1600/509875/Hong%20Kong%20059.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2361/523/1600/509875/Hong%20Kong%20059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2361/523/320/425874/Hong%20Kong%20059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2361/523/1600/135050/Hong%20Kong%20065.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;part of the theme park&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2361/523/1600/135050/Hong%20Kong%20065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2361/523/320/260111/Hong%20Kong%20065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2361/523/1600/135050/Hong%20Kong%20065.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2361/523/1600/135050/Hong%20Kong%20065.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Rome Replicate; even the sky is nice -.-&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2361/523/1600/549744/Hong%20Kong%20068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2361/523/320/537152/Hong%20Kong%20068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my fav pic of the trip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Day 4&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We went to Dai Yu Shan. it was a place that had the world's biggest buddha statue. We climbed all the way up to the statue after reaching the hill by cable car. So damn tiring. But we saw Anita Mui's tomb right in the heart of the Statue. She had so many fan mail and bouquets of flower. liao.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2361/523/1600/859101/Hong%20Kong%20009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2361/523/320/475527/Hong%20Kong%20009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2361/523/1600/556742/Hong%20Kong%20027.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2361/523/1600/556742/Hong%20Kong%20027.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2361/523/1600/556742/Hong%20Kong%20027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2361/523/320/45959/Hong%20Kong%20027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and that's the weird spot that ancient China Kings used to speak to the Gods. it's directly facing the buddha for your infor. So we couldnt resist trying it out. My family and i along with this other group of friendly strangers all stood on the spot, taking turns. All u gotta do is to shout out anything word, be it Ami-Tor-For or Hello or even hallejujah infront of Buddha, there will be a mysterious echo coming from beneath the ground and around u. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;BEHOLD!!!~~ it really worked for some. for dad &amp; i, we didnt hear anything but my mum did. She said it was like so holy. LMAO. the stranger uncle said maybe my heart is damn black that's why i cant hear buddha's call. -.- but i guess i wasnt loud enough or just didnt hear hard enough. But its weird though, only shouting at that particular spot gives u echo. Other areas around it does not work.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2361/523/1600/532229/Hong%20Kong%20015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2361/523/320/244960/Hong%20Kong%20015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'd be damn for asking mum to do that. lol&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;back to the MTR and it was back to sinful Outlet shopping again. LOL. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;at night was going to the Avenue of Stars to enjoy the light show. wanted to take Tony Leung's handprint but this group of irritating ppl are standing DIRECTLY above his handprint. Pissed off.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2361/523/1600/655394/Hong%20Kong%20044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2361/523/320/593491/Hong%20Kong%20044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2361/523/1600/64984/Hong%20Kong%20029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2361/523/320/367148/Hong%20Kong%20029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Day 5&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Went to some temple that's really popular with the old. Dad told me the wishes i make there would come true..so i made my wishes immediately afterwhich. LOL. cant tell u what wishes i made though~~~ LMAO.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We went to Qiu Qian there too. but all the 4 Qians we got were..bad ones. So we torn them &amp; threw them away. -.-&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2361/523/1600/156213/Hong%20Kong%20025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2361/523/320/155705/Hong%20Kong%20025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the weird uncle in yellow cap that kept walking infront of the cam when we wanted to take a pic. LOL. so damn funny even the guy whom helped us take the pic burst out laughing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;mine was something like ( direct translation , dont mind LOL ) : &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The view before u is beautiful. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;yet as u enjoy the view before u , u hear a phoneix's pitiful cry&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Leave &amp; purchase your home ticket immediately.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so chim i dont understand it. dad said it was asking me to stop dreaming and return to reality. LOL. that's pretty true i guess.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hk's damn fun.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's the end of my very long entry. lol&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015275-116623507204216606?l=stoppoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/feeds/116623507204216606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015275&amp;postID=116623507204216606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/116623507204216606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/116623507204216606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/2006/12/post-hong-kong-trip.html' title='Post- Hong Kong Trip'/><author><name>Celine Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490398580851335430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8015275.post-116522093527907532</id><published>2006-12-04T16:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T16:45:34.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wu Chun Flash</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2361/523/320/865764/CV6G3581.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the perfect + cuteness . Beat THAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the below-s are just specially uploaded for Gina &amp; Sarah:&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;dont faint..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2361/523/320/50651/CV6G3518.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2361/523/320/927592/CV6G3529.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;both of u high le ba? LMAO&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015275-116522093527907532?l=stoppoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/feeds/116522093527907532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015275&amp;postID=116522093527907532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/116522093527907532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/116522093527907532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/2006/12/wu-chun-flash.html' title='Wu Chun Flash'/><author><name>Celine Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490398580851335430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8015275.post-116489571906191566</id><published>2006-11-30T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T22:10:38.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OK7_Ieg4pEY"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OK7_Ieg4pEY&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funny shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015275-116489571906191566?l=stoppoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/feeds/116489571906191566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015275&amp;postID=116489571906191566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/116489571906191566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/116489571906191566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/2006/11/httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>Celine Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490398580851335430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8015275.post-116488700250220884</id><published>2006-11-30T19:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T19:47:20.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FUNNY!</title><content type='html'>was having a interesting conversation with Gina.&lt;br /&gt;not very fang bian to say out what the contents were, but it was something about cheesy lines and freaky guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; this line totally made me laugh like hell. i shall note that and save it as Draft in my phone. Den next time can send to someone special and send him laughing. LMAO&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.:Insanely Sane.: =i like it better when it hurts.= says:&lt;br /&gt;your eyes give off a luminescent sparkle that touches the strings of the heart of fate and before I knew it, you have reached into the purgatory of my soul and have decided to lodged yourself unto my body from which i am unable to let go. be still my beating heart... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;so celine, shall you travel into the deepest blue oceans and be my 8th world wonder. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i cant imagine future tourists paying US$ 10043502533 just to take a tour around my museum, learning &amp; studying about my history, spreading my life story &amp; having my very own larger-than-life statue craved out of marble. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that's..whacked. LOL. im the 8th Wonder of the World. LMAO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015275-116488700250220884?l=stoppoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/feeds/116488700250220884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015275&amp;postID=116488700250220884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/116488700250220884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/116488700250220884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/2006/11/funny.html' title='FUNNY!'/><author><name>Celine Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490398580851335430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8015275.post-116339890226318713</id><published>2006-11-13T13:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T14:21:42.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Terrorizing!</title><content type='html'>this guy is seriously wacked. he's a self proclaimed MOST HANDSOME MAN in SINGAPORE + USA. ehh hello? what happened to Leung Chao Wei, Tay Ping Hui, Louis Khoo ,etc. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stevenlim.net"&gt;www.stevenlim.net&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's really the ultimate guy that should diminish from this entire Earth.&lt;br /&gt;But wau liew ehh his website made me laughed like crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he even provides childcare + enrichment programmes to families with kids. Liao! who would even want to leave their kids in ur hands la! teaching them to strip-dance ha?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Funny Quotes from his web&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" **Please ensure that your kid is in good health condition, because Steven Lim is very health conscious**"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In year 2006, all our dreams will be realized.  Let us turn dreams into reality!"&lt;br /&gt;                                                        Steven Lim (model)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Application to be my girlfriend/stead now open!(see below videos for more info)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wa Liew eh..wth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; who the hell would buy a shirt with his face + his "exclusive" signature?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus he's a sickening horny bastard. ARGHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go see la. it's really damn qian bian.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015275-116339890226318713?l=stoppoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/feeds/116339890226318713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015275&amp;postID=116339890226318713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/116339890226318713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/116339890226318713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/2006/11/terrorizing.html' title='Terrorizing!'/><author><name>Celine Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490398580851335430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8015275.post-116254314911592028</id><published>2006-11-03T15:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T16:44:29.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-sulks-</title><content type='html'>im one emo. person lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sulks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but nvm, hopefully i'd move away this pms mood soon cause BRO's COMING BACK NEXT THURS!!! WOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I foresee bags of Thai Chili flavoured + Barbaque Potato Chips from Aussie dancing in front of me. WOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It means that i wont be that lonely at home anymore. WOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It means more laughter in the family. WOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It means more suaning. WOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It means more crazy antics from the Chans. WOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It means more family outings. WOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It means more smelly clothes from Bro who is well known for wearing his army wear for an entire week without washing. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are the notorious 2 whom should get awards for acting Guai in front of relatives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got dragged by him BY THE LEGs, HANGING UPSIDE DOWN to the second floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He dared me to drink a whole bottle of ketchup without a prize ( which i did cause i was still a dumb kid then)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We jumped from the upper deck of our double-decker bed to another bed. Thinking it was fun when it was dangerous. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We closed the sliding doors &amp; tried to fill the balcony with water, hoping it will turn into a swimming pool -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He slapped me when my parents didnt even lift a finger on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We laugh at our didnt-bother-to-shave aunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He bullies me into slaving for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He borrows &amp;amp; most of the time, doesnt return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He used to be really...Plump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I style his stiff hair to look like Jay Chou's -.- (failed mission)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We off the toilet lights &amp;amp; hold on to the toilet doors tight when either of us is using the toilet at night, to scare the shit out of ourselves-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We scream like 'Ki Siao' when watching horror films at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We + Dad dashed through traffic lights at crazy speeds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We used to do very 'hiong' tickles on one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We mock one another ruthlessly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We make crazy lame jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the naughty list really goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but hell, he ate maggi mee + bread for months in Aust so as to save enough money to buy aka. treat me to the most expensive tickets for Jay Chou Concert for 2 consecutive years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he brought me out with his friends as little sister though it may mean embarrassing himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he told my late-grandma he'd beat up anyone whom bullies me ( i seriously doubt if my granny's telling me nothing but the truth-.-?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he buys my favourite food for me cum family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he...damn im stuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family is seriously different without this Wacko. It always becomes a whole lot quieter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've realised that siblings are &lt;strong&gt;Really&lt;/strong&gt; important.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015275-116254314911592028?l=stoppoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/feeds/116254314911592028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015275&amp;postID=116254314911592028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/116254314911592028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/116254314911592028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/2006/11/sulks.html' title='-sulks-'/><author><name>Celine Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490398580851335430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8015275.post-116140003844591668</id><published>2006-10-21T10:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T11:07:18.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All Better Now..For Now That Is...</title><content type='html'>Hmm...getting along better with my friend, Jia Li.&lt;br /&gt;Noticed that she can crap a whole lot, surprisingly.&lt;br /&gt;She looks damn guai but in fact she's way more evil and naughtier than i am. Goodness, her before and after sch transformation is totally unbelievable.&lt;br /&gt;Totally spent the whole wk suaning one another non-stop. Just cause of 2 Victory-actions that i did and she starting calling me Act-Korean ._. ( Damn, too much of calling Sarah that &amp; Karma's coming for me. LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, the violent-ness in us made spoilt my precious 2yr old Nike bottle! T.T instead of having water come out of the nozzle when i squeeze it, Water comes out from the sides!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So im going to get a new one with Gina now..lol.&lt;br /&gt;Becoming a spendthrift. Die ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i rode a record of 10km of bike today plus 30 dumb-bell lifts. LOL. EXERCISE EXERCISE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay..time to prepare liao, bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015275-116140003844591668?l=stoppoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/feeds/116140003844591668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015275&amp;postID=116140003844591668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/116140003844591668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/116140003844591668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/2006/10/all-better-nowfor-now-that-is.html' title='All Better Now..For Now That Is...'/><author><name>Celine Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490398580851335430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8015275.post-116079813649340412</id><published>2006-10-14T11:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T11:55:36.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shua Da Pai</title><content type='html'>To my aunts, im always seen as a "big-shot" aka someone who likes to "Shua Da Pai" just because i do not entertain them by joining them for outings with them. They see me as a "Qian Jing Xiao Jie" who never takes buses or mrts cause they think that im ferried to any destinations i want to go to. I hate it when they say this straight in my face. It pisses me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the thing is, Why should i torment myself by plastering my face with fake smiles when im out with them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015275-116079813649340412?l=stoppoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/feeds/116079813649340412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015275&amp;postID=116079813649340412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/116079813649340412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/116079813649340412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/2006/10/shua-da-pai.html' title='Shua Da Pai'/><author><name>Celine Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490398580851335430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8015275.post-116020019934550956</id><published>2006-10-07T13:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T13:49:59.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Outing with Bastard Kuan and Ching :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Lol, promo's over and i finally have some time with myself and my friends! I just want to enjoy myself thorough till Wednesday when i get back all my results. Liao, stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway was supposed to go out with Sarah on friday but her mum didnt allow cause of her Paper 1 on Monday. So i got really bored ytd that i started stalking my dog and taking pics of her. Its tough to take her pics la! she kept turning away when i tried to snap her pic using my phone *okay, most probably cause my phone's slow*, so i ended up with blurred images. My lure to get her stare at the camera - Dog biscuits. LOL. so THERE...finally-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2361/523/1600/Memories-0024.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="182" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2361/523/320/Memories-0024.jpg" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2361/523/1600/Memories-0025.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" height="195" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2361/523/320/Memories-0025.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;my mum calls her siao gao ._.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Almost right after uploading the pics ytd, Kw called cause he didnt wanna go home right after exams. So we went out off to cityhall first cause scheming Cs was uncontactable at that moment for SOME APARRENT REASON *which we found out why later*. LMAO. tsk tsk.&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;While on the trip to cityhall, Kw and i already started planning what to eat later. Kao, we're really fatties on eating spree. In the end we landed in Genki Sushi which really sucked cause of the variety, left after he ate 3 Plates of sushi. Lol, 3plates. And right after walking out of Genki Sushi, we walked into Secret Recipe to eat cakes while waiting for Cs to reply. When we ordered, KW MADE THE BIGGEST JOKE OUT OF HIMSELF. LOL&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;waitress: may i take your orders?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;kw: eh can i have &lt;strong&gt;1 gelato with ice-cream&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;waitress: ....sorry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;kw: 1&lt;strong&gt; gelato with ice-cream.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;waitress:....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;kw: OH OH, eh brownie with ice-cream. &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 swear the waitress hum chio-ed for his stupidity.&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;Finally Cs called and it turned out that he Zhong Se Qing You!!! so after walking from marina sq to candy empire to suntec and back to marina sq again, we decided to burst his bubble. LMAO. Knowing that he was in the shop with some1, we purposely went into same shop and acted like we Pong Qiao met him. LOL. bet he damn tulan.&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;We crapped at Mac and tio-suan by them till damn jialat! lol. Trigonal Pyrimidal is me, Cs is the Nucleophilc Substitution, Kw is the Octahedral, LOL, all of them had to do with our body shape. After crapping at Macs and buying Glenn's present, we went for Chomp Chomp! Ate barbaqued sting ray and kang kor with rice. I ended up being damn broke after the whole day ended with 2 bucks left in my wallet. Lol, die then monday how to go out again!&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;October is seriously e month that i go broke inside out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015275-116020019934550956?l=stoppoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/feeds/116020019934550956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015275&amp;postID=116020019934550956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/116020019934550956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/116020019934550956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/2006/10/outing-with-bastard-kuan-and-ching.html' title='Outing with Bastard Kuan and Ching :)'/><author><name>Celine Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490398580851335430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8015275.post-115608159434378984</id><published>2006-08-20T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T21:46:34.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clique</title><content type='html'>Went out with them yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Damn. Time flies so quickly when im with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2361/523/320/DSC00336.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that problem was solved. im glad &lt;em&gt;they&lt;/em&gt; made the effort to explain through a touching email. LOL. (its still in my inbox :p)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015275-115608159434378984?l=stoppoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/feeds/115608159434378984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015275&amp;postID=115608159434378984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/115608159434378984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/115608159434378984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/2006/08/clique.html' title='Clique'/><author><name>Celine Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490398580851335430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8015275.post-115504250802558567</id><published>2006-08-08T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T21:10:00.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;They were the ones that made me look forward to the weekends. They brought me tremendous joy and laughter during the most emotionally taxing year of my secondary school life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;As the 2005 ended, we made the effort to keep in touch, &amp; all of a sudden it was down to only afew that bothered to do so. Suddenly, outings became a chore, it became a drag. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;I was the last to got hold of the msg cause Sarah was concerned that i'd take it too hard. But i was filled with hurt, anger &amp;amp; disappointment all mixed up as one. I think i was choking a little when sarah told me on the bus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;If this brought so much boredom to you, why only bring this matter up after so many outings? If you said so earlier, i wont have to waste so much SMSes &amp; effort into trying to gather everyone. I dont give a damn to who said " &lt;strong&gt;It's Time To Move On.",&lt;/strong&gt; it's just you, it's selfish-ness. Why continued to join the past boring outings then? Just an act of kindness or just to give us some face? Does Moving On means to erase old friends away from your life? &lt;strong&gt;So as you Move On, we are no longer worthy of your time?&lt;/strong&gt; Is that it? If it is, then well done on decepting me on the concept of Good Friends for the past year or so. Get this clear: I just wanted to ensure that friendships were kept going by organising outings, not just for my company just because im bored in school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;Nothing pisses me as much as this &amp;amp; its stupidity that i placed you all as my first priority, no matter what situation i'm in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;" im scared that when i try to get u all out, u'd think it's fan."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;" wont de la, u think too much, do we look like the kind that forgets old friends?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;" ya, u look like."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;So i was right about that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015275-115504250802558567?l=stoppoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/feeds/115504250802558567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015275&amp;postID=115504250802558567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/115504250802558567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/115504250802558567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/2006/08/they-were-ones-that-made-me-look.html' title=''/><author><name>Celine Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490398580851335430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8015275.post-114913086579986316</id><published>2006-06-01T10:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T11:01:05.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>_|_</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;havent been blogging for the longestttttttttttttttttttt time but i guess no one reads it anyway. So, who cares?!&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;school's boring. this particular sch is the boring-est sch i've ever been to and the people are just about the same. I just hope to get over and done with with this school! Let's see...how many of them are in my msn list..One, Two, Three, Four. 4! and all of them are from my PW group so we added one another just in case we needed to contact one another. WOW. 4 compared to my sr list. HA. joke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RANDOM&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;sometimes it just doesnt pay to be nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'd give up anything in the world for them, but how about the other way round?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;i wonder if they'd do the same for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;sometimes i feel silly to give so much to them and not ask for anything in return.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;but sometimes, human nature and self-fishness just gets whole of the better of them,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;and i'd have to forgive &amp; forget all over again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015275-114913086579986316?l=stoppoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114913086579986316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015275&amp;postID=114913086579986316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/114913086579986316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/114913086579986316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/2006/06/blog-post.html' title='_|_'/><author><name>Celine Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490398580851335430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8015275.post-114230569466144797</id><published>2006-03-14T10:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T11:08:14.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fcuked up donater.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;after reading this post, u'd think that im a cheapo bird but never mind, im just damn pissed off by this. &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;okay it started with this: I was waiting for those 2 late bast**ds to arrive at Orchard Mrt and just as i was busy swaying to the groove of Rain and fiddling with my phone,this bespectacled teenager approached me. He didnt even tell me which organisation he was from. SPAM!&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;Him: Hi would u just give me 5mins of your time?&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;Me: Ehh Okay *&lt;em&gt;considering it was a good way to kill time&lt;/em&gt;*&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;Him: Right. Do you have a maid?&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;Me: No. *&lt;em&gt;There was doubt in his eyes. im so sure there was. But i seriously dont have one anymore&lt;/em&gt;*&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;Him: Never mind. *&lt;em&gt;and he continues to blah at some maid abuse stuff which i was half listening to&lt;/em&gt;*...and you do know that air tickets required to send maids back cost alot. So would u just donate &lt;em&gt;ANY &lt;/em&gt;sum you want? Be it &lt;em&gt;30cents or otherwise&lt;/em&gt;.&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;Me: Ehh Okay. *&lt;em&gt;proceeds to dig for a dollar from my wallet&lt;/em&gt;*&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;Him: You're not serious on giving me 30cents, are you? *&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:fh@%!@#$KDFJ"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;fh@%!@#$KDFJ&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; bastard you said any amount right?!*&lt;/em&gt;&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;Me: ...*&lt;em&gt;digs for 2 dollar note&lt;/em&gt;*&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;Him: Ehh i have change for money.&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;Me: *&lt;em&gt;takes out 5bucks for 3 bucks change&lt;/em&gt;*&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;Him: EHhh...our minimum donation is 5bucks. *&lt;em&gt; YOU FKS;FHS! YOU SAID 30CENTS OR OTHER AMOUNT IS GOOD ENOUGH*&lt;/em&gt;&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;Me: F- off. *&lt;em&gt;okay joking, i just dismissed him politely&lt;/em&gt;*&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;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Some donater he is! i felt like stuffing all my coins into his eyes, nostrils and a**. &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;Before u start calling me a niao kia, i can assure you that i have place my money in better use by donating to this scout boy who came knocking at my door on Sunday. He had no grumbles when i handed him a stack of coins from my wallet and he even helped count the sum for me when i got him to, so that i could write it down on his donation card.&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;im such a good samaritan :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015275-114230569466144797?l=stoppoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114230569466144797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015275&amp;postID=114230569466144797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/114230569466144797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/114230569466144797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/2006/03/fcuked-up-donater.html' title='fcuked up donater.'/><author><name>Celine Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490398580851335430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8015275.post-114199074288016746</id><published>2006-03-10T19:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T19:39:02.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Crashers-SRJC-ians</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i think many would be grumbling or may even be on the verge of splurting vulgarities for saying this:&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;SRJC is a great college. &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;Sure, i still rmbed the day when i got my PAE posting results. I was so devastated that i had gotten into this college. I had my fair share of grumbles, frowning and unhappiness during the first day of orientation, but i started to notice that most SRJC-ians are very warm and friendly ppl. I barely remembered that i was new to the college on orientation day2 cause i fell so in place in this JC, i fell like i've been there for months. Orientation there was wonderful. &lt;em&gt;Athens Gamma&lt;/em&gt; was wonderful. it was also during this get-to-know-ppl-better game with OG that i started to make friends with HuiZhen. I had rmbed the names of all the girls but hers. LOL. nevertheless, we had become pals after that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Just when i had gotten used to my OG, orientation had ended and CGs would begin. I was in 1S04. Had  fun with them cause everyone was pretty outspoken. From those horrendous PE lessons to nonsensical chinese debate which my group lost so badly cause we didnt even now how to counter-attack our opponents( we just laughed at ourselves all the way), i remember them all so clearly. Not forgetting Civic Period where we would try to persuade Mr Jeremy Ow into letting us change bio lessons into 2 more additional civic periods and allowing us to snack during bio lessons. Mr Ow had made so much efforts into getting to know everyone of us, he would try to sit with our CG during breaks and recesses. Nice people get bullied easily, so we didnt spare him either into treating us numerous meals. LOL. heard that his latest treat at Mahattan last week caused him 160++. Talk about teachers like that. 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;Soon enough, Olevel results were out and so were the JAE posting results. Most of us left and had moved on to other college and Polys...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;but i'd never forget those memories that i had in SRJC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015275-114199074288016746?l=stoppoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114199074288016746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015275&amp;postID=114199074288016746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/114199074288016746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/114199074288016746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/2006/03/crashers-srjc-ians.html' title='The Crashers-SRJC-ians'/><author><name>Celine Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490398580851335430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8015275.post-114148330729951364</id><published>2006-03-04T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T23:39:27.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>17th Birthday-Splendid Day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today is 4th of March. Today is my special day. Today's my 17th birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wa ha...what a splendid day i had. I left the house at 11am to meet the Zhens at our usual place, sure enough, there were late-comers like...LOL okay dont mention names since im in a happy mood throughout the day. I miss all of them so much cause i feel like im myself when im with them. I dont have to be someone that im not, i could shout and splurt all the vulgarities in the world without feeling weird. Yes, u heard me: &lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;D&lt;/strong&gt;o &lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;peak &lt;strong&gt;V&lt;/strong&gt;ulgarities. Surprise, surprise! -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, by about 1215, everyone has arrived and we tried taking the very first train. BUT! it was so damn packed that only Kahming, Minqi and Kuanwei managed to squeeze it.Damn, the next moment we were running towards the nearest door that had fewer ppl.EVERY DOOR WAS PACkED LA! then we heard the Di-Di-Di door signals..it was too late to get into the train. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL, met them at toa payoh AGAIN and we had Fish and Chips at The Mahattan in Plaza Sg. I had a really hard time forcing the fried stuff down my throat, not that it wasnt nice, it was just that im damn full from my breakfast. Blah x3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After eating, we had intentions to watch Big Momma2, but damn, the tickets were selling fast and we had to go to GV at marina square. LIAO and we had to queue for so damn long and be told that there were only FRONT row seats. waste our time queuing leh! &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;Ehh..then we walked aimlessly in Marina Square. Sarah, Gina and I just kept singing "Mr Rain-Hmm~" along the way. i lost count at how many times we had sang that 3 words. LOL. hilarious. Thank goodness we stopped at this Japanese resturant where Kw and i had superb Japanese riceballs with green tea ice cream and red bean paste. Yup, only the 2 out of 6 of us ate while the rest Pai Pose. So ridiculous we were that the waitress had doubts with our order and even tried to offer us 6 spoons for 1 tiny dessert. 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;We got bored of MS and walked to Esplanade. Esplanade is like dead. There is absolutely nothing for teenages to do there. So we had our small chats at some sitting corner like how we used to in secondary school life. I wish time could just pause for that moment cause i know i wont be seeing them so often again..but that's not going to happen. We were damn shagged on our way home..like practically dead. One by one, each one of us left the trains. Really hope to see them soon.&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;My many thanks : &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;Gina- LA LA LA...6 years of friendship and counting so dont forget me when u go off to poly! I'd miss those les-actions you do to me and those crazy jokes of yours. My life will never be Yellow again without you around. LOL.Thanks for buying that 35buck gift of mine, i'd be loving it.&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;Sarah- My primary school bully turned good friend. Haha. Happy that i will still be seeing you in the next 2 yrs. Though we'll be in different classes, make the effort to hang out during recess and breaks hor! I love the story plots we always make..like u said:" Dreaming Is FREE!" Thanks for the Present, im sure i'd love it.&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;Minqi- I'd miss those hugs u give, the lame jokes and comments u make that no one laughs at. The Theories of Ow Minqi. LMAO. Thanks for offering to carry my presents!&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;Kahming- Seldom talk to you during outings but hope we would do so during the future outings! Dont so style can anot?!?!!? Thanks for offering to carry my presents too!&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;ChingSheng- Brother, or should i say ZA BOR! always have great chats with u through Msn, we simply crap about everything under the sun hor?! Dont tu-lan la, Sr has good teachers and im sure your appeals would be successful. Hang out soon, dont ps us again and thanks for coming down to MS just to pass me the present!&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;Kuanwei- JIE MEI! KAO BEI AH! lol. our typical example for B-type guys. Thank goodness you're nice to us most of the time, other than occasionally abusing us by pushing us really hard without any reasons-..- Thanks for offering to carry my presents the entire day without me having to ask! Lol.&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;Glenn- Our Gao Ren! haix..seldom see u nowadays. must go out with us again hor!&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;&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;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Its Corny but- Life will never be the same without every single one of you. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015275-114148330729951364?l=stoppoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114148330729951364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015275&amp;postID=114148330729951364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/114148330729951364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/114148330729951364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/2006/03/17th-birthday-splendid-day.html' title='17th Birthday-Splendid Day.'/><author><name>Celine Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490398580851335430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8015275.post-114137985671302740</id><published>2006-03-03T17:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T18:00:51.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RAWR</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;Man...i feel like a shit. Im really worried about my piano examination results. I might have screwed it AGAIN for the 2nd time. What made me felt worse was that the ang mo examiner was throwing these relatively easy scales to me la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang Mo Examiner: ' Would you like to start with the scales or pieces first?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: ' Scales, please." *have to speak perfect English mah*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang Mo Examiner : ' Alright, We'd begin with a C Major."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: *la la la la! wan lan easy sia.* -It was THIS very moment that my fingers slipped from the keys&lt;it&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;...from then on i screwed the rest the exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i played my pieces. I SLIPPED AGAIN! Kao, i wonder if i had butter smeared onto my sick fingers la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my sight-reading came..by that time, i was almost 100% certain the ang mo was pissed off with my piano skills. Never will my piano teacher call me her best sight reading student again..haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, Ang mo examiner moved on to play a few short pieces and i had to answer qns after that, which included singing by the way. Hope i dont flunk this too though im very super duperly sure that i didnt make it for my singing part. LOL. fine, i cant sing for nuts.&lt;br /&gt;During the last part of my aural, where he had to play a short piece of music and i had to describe it. I think i was so indulged in his playing that i didnt pay much attention to its details properly and so there i was, crapping to this musical-educated professional whom comes from Britain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can just imagine him saying this after i left the room..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*shakes head in dismay*&lt;br /&gt;"This Candidate is Crap. There, i shall just torture and deprive her of 2 or 3 points to passing Grade 8"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015275-114137985671302740?l=stoppoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114137985671302740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015275&amp;postID=114137985671302740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/114137985671302740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/114137985671302740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/2006/03/rawr_03.html' title='RAWR'/><author><name>Celine Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490398580851335430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8015275.post-113998428934689040</id><published>2006-02-15T13:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T14:18:09.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;been a long time since i've blogged. I'm just too lazy too...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;nothing has happened much these past days cause i spent them rotting at home and watching horror and gruesome movies-ALONE. Not that i wanted to be so lonesome, it was cause i had my personal reasons. It just wasnt fang bian to go out these few days, wa-ha. But anyway, accompanied my brother to buy valentines' gifts for joreen. as much as i appreciate those lovely red flowers, i felt so &gt;.&lt;. &lt;&lt;&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;ya la, my blog is boring but its for me to read one mah! so let me continue with my nonsensical crap. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;Been chatting to a friend lately, and i was told some shocking news that i didnt expect to be coming out from her/his mouth. I was utterly shocked + surprised. Wow, i didnt know that cause everyone of us looked fine in another's presence. i was so very taken abacked by that that i didnt know how to reply her/him. but never mind, i'd not take sides but just be a listener. Since when friends have problems,i'm e one whom would be comforting them by making my presence known or just by typing a few encouraging sentences to them even though my situations may be hell lot more complicated than theirs sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;i really wonder when will it'd be my turn to be heard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015275-113998428934689040?l=stoppoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/feeds/113998428934689040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015275&amp;postID=113998428934689040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/113998428934689040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/113998428934689040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/2006/02/random.html' title='random'/><author><name>Celine Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490398580851335430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8015275.post-113721297224052051</id><published>2006-01-14T12:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T12:30:58.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="&lt;a href=" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param value="http://www.youtube.com/v/geR2N7pDkr8" name="movie"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/geR2N7pDkr8" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;'&gt;http://www.youtube.com/v/geR2N7pDkr8"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed&lt;/a&gt; src="&lt;a href="&lt;object" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param value="http://www.youtube.com/v/geR2N7pDkr8" name="movie"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/geR2N7pDkr8" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;'&gt;http://www.youtube.com/v/geR2N7pDkr8&lt;/a&gt;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;came across this in YouTube. this little boy is so damn slick in his dance moves...just look at the way he glides around the house..CUTE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/8015275-113721297224052051?l=stoppoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/feeds/113721297224052051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015275&amp;postID=113721297224052051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/113721297224052051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/113721297224052051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/2006/01/param-namemovie-valueembed-srca.html' title=''/><author><name>Celine Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490398580851335430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8015275.post-113514732354760019</id><published>2005-12-21T14:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T14:42:03.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/39/4091/640/IMG_0290.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/39/4091/200/IMG_0290.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my favourite pic from my trip to tasmania..LOL. We were at honey bee farm then...there's my mum and bro. LOL&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015275-113514732354760019?l=stoppoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/feeds/113514732354760019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015275&amp;postID=113514732354760019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/113514732354760019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/113514732354760019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-favourite-pic-from-my-trip-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Celine Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490398580851335430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8015275.post-113438549753085721</id><published>2005-12-12T18:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T19:04:57.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>slpy~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;watch chicken little with gina, cs and glenn today. it was nice n very amusing. We didnt do much except to eat at BK after that...just when home straight. Surprisingly, none of us talked much on the MRT trip. In fact, we didnt even talk. Everyone was quite shagged. Tired.&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;It must be karma from all that laughing at ppl cause im down with a slight flu + sore throat...sian.Making me feel sicky, slpy, tired.&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;must start packing for Tassy soon..its the first time im dreading holiday trips once over again. Have to take plane for 4times in total during this entire trip. Most probably my motion sickness will act upon me again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015275-113438549753085721?l=stoppoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/feeds/113438549753085721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015275&amp;postID=113438549753085721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/113438549753085721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/113438549753085721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/2005/12/slpy.html' title='slpy~'/><author><name>Celine Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490398580851335430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8015275.post-113362008329330096</id><published>2005-12-03T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T22:28:04.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>title-less</title><content type='html'>you dont have to flaunt your prizes infront of others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most importantly, you dont have to give those &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;faces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its just so irritating to see that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015275-113362008329330096?l=stoppoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/feeds/113362008329330096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015275&amp;postID=113362008329330096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/113362008329330096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/113362008329330096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/2005/12/title-less.html' title='title-less'/><author><name>Celine Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490398580851335430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8015275.post-113361910216643065</id><published>2005-12-03T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T22:11:43.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>40-min-haircut!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;had a super long haircut yesterday. the hairdresser took about 40minutes(minus waiting for my turn)..maybe cause he went from layer to layer. i nearly fell aslp on tt leather armchair -.-&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;btw, i was actually secretly wishing that maly looking guy was the one whom would cut my locks. LOL. why? cause he look really good..wa-ha realistic. after much waiting, he finally waved for me to come over to sit down. WA HA. man..he looks so good. BUT...when he opened his mouth &amp; said:" SO, HOW DO U WANT TO CUT YOUR HAIR?"...in a g*yish voice. KAO! i really sian diao. then as he cut my hair, he went on to make awkward conversations with me..the customer-hairdresser kind. &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;*conver. in chinese*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;CONVERSATION #1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;him: " you're in sec what ah?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;me: " eh...sec 4"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;him: "...sch starting meh? cut so early.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;me : " havent la..just very hot"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;me+ him :"..........."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;CONVERSATION #2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;him: " you watch tong xing yuan anot?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;me: " ehh..sometimes la."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;him: "very long &amp; naggy right?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;me: " okay la."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;me+him: "......."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;CONVERSATION #3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;me: "are you chinese?..."(since he looks malay-eurasian; n speaking chinese to me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;him: " yes..my dad is mixed &amp; so is my mum. so chu la jiu shi wo lor.Out of 10ppl whom meets or see me, 10 of them would be asking me that same qns. but there's so many malays and indians whom can speak chinese now..if not, they can learn...right?"&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;but i wonder why he sighed and looked abit sad when we had conversation #3. what for sigh when u look so good man!!!...but its really time to toughen the voice. LOL. no offence. &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;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;*i think dad can hold a record for the-most-frequent-nose-digger-&amp;amp;-still-going-strong guiness records...ITS DRIVING ME NUTS.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015275-113361910216643065?l=stoppoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/feeds/113361910216643065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015275&amp;postID=113361910216643065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/113361910216643065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/113361910216643065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/2005/12/40-min-haircut.html' title='40-min-haircut!'/><author><name>Celine Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490398580851335430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8015275.post-113341414377973296</id><published>2005-12-01T12:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T13:15:43.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the episode of the class chalet~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ehhh..yesterday was indeed a fruitful day cause i was out playing with my class..class chalet you see..but still, everyone of us split into our our comfort groups &amp; tried to make full use of the day ahead of us ytd.&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;actually, we were walking about downtown east countless of times...couldnt rmb much except for one part tt sarah's shoe sole was falling apart. LOL. 2time liao..time to buy good shoes/slippers arh. proceeded to World of Sports to get her elle slippers..shall not elaborate with the rest. hmm..then we went on to rent bikes to ride near the beach..it was so fun but most of the time i was lagging behind them.lol.Halfway through the ride, we stopped by the beach to draw &amp; write some really lame stuff on the sandy beach..funny! wished i could upload the pics..but the messages were rather sensitive. LOL! so i guess the only way for u to view it is through our phones. WA-HA! Next,we stopped several times &amp; rode our walk through road connectors to...somewhere with lots of kid facilities. only gina tried the flying-monkey thing cause i think she was the only one that was light enough to sit on that. Next, we went on swings..&amp;amp; i found out that i couldnt swing myself very well :/ suddenly, the skies started to darken &amp; we decided to ride full-speed back to the chalet..it was then that we noticed we still had an hour in front of us before its time for us to return our bikes. so,we decided to go for another round of bike riding but this time, it was another route. And we met the rest of the guys playing football + alicia &amp;amp; steph as audience. got bored within minutes, thus being KAY KIANGS (smartie-pants), we went for ANOTHER round. the darkening skies didnt seem to bother us as we rode on, with sarah &amp; i leading..next we came up with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Initial B (biking)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;as we rode.. so Sarah &amp; I&lt;em&gt; DRIFTED&lt;/em&gt; away from Cs, Gina &amp;amp; minqi (btw, minqi rides really quickly with ease..im starting to think tt she's from China)&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; we were so caught up with our own ridiculous game that we went so far from the rest. Soon, we lost them and it started to pour REALLY HEAVILY. the raindrops practically blurred our vision &amp; the raindrops made my eyes BURNT as we tried to ride to shelter. Thank goodness that neither sarah nor i was injured as we rode on the slippery grounds. finally, we reached shelter &amp;amp; were drenched from top-to-bottom.&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;we returned our bikes &amp; decided to go back to the chalet to dry ourselves under the fan. soon, night came &amp;amp; everyone was back in the chalet..watched some of them played da-di in the room &amp; had such a good laugh in there. Shoban seemed to be our centre of attraction cause he was so damn comical..first it was the &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Harry Potter &amp;amp; The Goblet Of Shoban&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. 2nd was that he had broke his spects in half earlier &amp; he had so much difficulty look at the pile of cards..everytime it was his turn, his right spect would just slip from his nose and be half dangling on his ears. This happened umpteen times &amp;amp; everytime it did, we laughed non-stop. &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;after the girls showered, i still had some time to hang out before it was time for me to go. Sarah &amp; Evan were the first 2 to offer to send me off followed by Gina + Minqi. Since the girls were sending me off liao, told evan it wasnt necessary..BTW, thanks Evan for being such a gentlemen &amp;amp; good sport( spot?) for that! totally forgot to thank you for that ytd. &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;fun day. im still awaiting for the movie trip with the Zhens..hopefully it would be tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015275-113341414377973296?l=stoppoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/feeds/113341414377973296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015275&amp;postID=113341414377973296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/113341414377973296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/113341414377973296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/2005/12/episode-of-class-chalet.html' title='the episode of the class chalet~'/><author><name>Celine Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490398580851335430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8015275.post-113315306787324205</id><published>2005-11-28T12:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T12:33:41.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jio me out, someone, anybody.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;there, i changed my blogskin cause the background ting-ting-ting* sound was sickening after sometime. &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;hmmm..grad dinner was boring but hey, what's there to dread about when we have tons of eye candies to look at. yup, eye candies. LOL. hints hints. i cant type it here or i'd be so damn busted by others. im still having withdrawal symptoms from that though (yes, even after 2days). But anyway, i won a diary during the lucky draw segment and it was awkward to walk up the stage considering that i cant walk very well on heels..crap. but guess what? i left the diary on the table cause i didnt want it. btw, the diary had words DELL imprinted on its front page. yup, the comp company DELL. how can our sch be so cheapo to give us leftover diaries that they didnt want?! the food was disappointing as well...guess most of our grad dinner money went to hiring the Live band...&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;im so bored at home tt i think i might start rotting at home. thinking of hanging out at coffeebean...sipping at my peppermint ice blended as i read my 8Days mag. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I AM BORED.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2361/523/1600/yjf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2361/523/320/yjf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shuai&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015275-113315306787324205?l=stoppoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/feeds/113315306787324205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015275&amp;postID=113315306787324205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/113315306787324205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/113315306787324205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/2005/11/jio-me-out-someone-anybody.html' title='jio me out, someone, anybody.'/><author><name>Celine Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490398580851335430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8015275.post-113298245388058101</id><published>2005-11-26T13:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T13:20:53.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hee</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;minutes after i posted my previous post...&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;it started to rain.&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;damn.&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;the hall's gonna be freezing but no one will be bringing their jackets or sweaters. lol! i mean who in the right mind would?! think pretty dresses, skirts etc PLUS nike or addidas windbreakers. WOW. The fashion police would definitely come right for you if anyone does that.&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;im evil, but i cant wait to see what ppl would be wearing tonight. GLAM GLAM SAY!..lol&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;but what im wearing may make ppl think tt im going for work. -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015275-113298245388058101?l=stoppoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/feeds/113298245388058101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015275&amp;postID=113298245388058101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/113298245388058101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/113298245388058101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/2005/11/hee_26.html' title='hee'/><author><name>Celine Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490398580851335430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8015275.post-113298144378698786</id><published>2005-11-26T12:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T13:07:46.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>busy saturday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hmmm..busy day today cause i've gotta go piano later at 3pm..then rush home to change...and go out to meet my friends later to go for graduation dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. graduation dinner. YAWN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope it's worth our money and time after all that hard core shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope it doesnt rain later otherwise we would all be freezing in the hall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hop we arent the ones who are being too casual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAWN. abit stressed over grad dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im gonna ask my parents to buy zi char cause i trust that i wont be full at such functions...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015275-113298144378698786?l=stoppoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/feeds/113298144378698786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015275&amp;postID=113298144378698786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/113298144378698786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/113298144378698786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/2005/11/busy-saturday.html' title='busy saturday.'/><author><name>Celine Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490398580851335430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8015275.post-113287970822481235</id><published>2005-11-25T08:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T08:48:28.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;judging from my momma's sudden change in character this yr, i can tell she's going through menopause. from nice, understanding,smile-at-anything-i-say momma to evil, naggy, frown-everytime-i-look-at-her momma. I HATE THIS.&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 WANT MY MOMMA WITH HER OLD CHARACTER BACK...~&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;imagine having to care for this nag in the future, but i guess i still have to since im her zai bor kia.&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;now sarah, dont worry abt ur momma.since mine is turning evil, urs should be turning into someone lovely and sweet in her Goldeny Years.&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;*damn, can momma stop standing at the door and giving me THAT look when im typing?!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye la. ARGH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015275-113287970822481235?l=stoppoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/feeds/113287970822481235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015275&amp;postID=113287970822481235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/113287970822481235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/113287970822481235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/2005/11/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Celine Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490398580851335430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8015275.post-113240465319464457</id><published>2005-11-19T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T20:50:53.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SPASM GIRL.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;HELLOOOOOOOO!!! noticed that my blog has been dead for quite sometime but exams ended just ytd so it's finally time for everything that i want to do now. WA-HA.&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 to do during this holidays- to wake up at ANY time i want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;                                                                   - to spend time with my beloved couch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;                                                                   - to watch tv till i fall aslp on my beloved couch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;                                                                   - to hang out with friends till i drop dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;                                                                   - to spend time with family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;                                                                   - to watch my beloved tv shows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;                                                                   - to find a part time job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;                                                                   - to go online daily like how i used to in lower sec.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;                                                                   - to bring dog for daily walks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;                                                                   - to wake up to a brand new day without a care in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;                                                                      the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;                                                                   - and the list goes on and on and on......&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;Anyway, i woke up at 7am and was tossing and turning on the bed so much cause i couldnt go back to slp.decided to play comp after i was wide awake till 9.30am that i had to get ready for piano....YAWN.it was only at 12pm that i finally felt freedom cause were meeting zhen family for a shopping trip(which i didnt bring enough money for clothes.lol).&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;proceeded to bugis junction, marina square, walked under citylink just to shop and my leg muscles feels so damn sore now. sarah and i spent much of our time walking aimlessly cause we didnt see anything that we fancied-that was till she saw Ebase that is.lol. so im the only one left that hasnt bought anything for my grad dinner...must start thinking hard on what kind of clothes i wanna buy and wear.hmmm...nvm got fashion consultants to help me on monday like gina and minqi. lol&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;went to board the mrt to head home...DAMN I SHALL JUST CUT THIS SHORT, I CANT STAND IT ANYMORE.&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;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; ARGHHH I SHOULD HAVE DROPPED OF AT BISHAN TO TAKE BUS55!!! cause 2 of my pals met one of the best things that sarah and i have always hoped of. LOL!!! damn damn damn. gina smsed me while i was still chatting to glenn on the mrt. being oblivious...i thought my parents were calling in to nag at me again....i picked up the phone unwillingly but it was gina..what she told me totally made me very ji dong on the mrt. so much so that i had pang say-ed gleen abit.LOL.sorry glenn!!! was talking very loudly and very ji dong that this woman turned at looked at me for a moment. LOL. that best thing sounded so perfect and i could actually imagine how-------- looked liked. P*i*c* c*a*m*n* look alike OKAY?! WAU LAU EHHHHHH. i started calling sarah after that and i could tell she was as high as i was. LOL RIGHT SARAH?! kao nearly died on the bus. but i couldnt care less abt those other passengers on the bus and i bet half of them wanted me to shut up on the bus.LOLOLOLOLLLLLLLL.&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;even after reaching home, i couldnt get the image of my head. I was practically jumping around in my toilet as i bathed. yes..alot with the wet floor and i didnt care abt falling down and hitting my head against the hard toilet bowl then.after jumping abt, i started getting severe silent spasm in the toilet since my parents have just returned home.LOL. wau lau...i could have...stab myself hard in the toilet.LOL. very very dui ah!!!!&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;takes deep breath.&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;&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;&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;&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;&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;&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;&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;&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;&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;&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;&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;&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;&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;&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;&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;&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;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015275-113240465319464457?l=stoppoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/feeds/113240465319464457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015275&amp;postID=113240465319464457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/113240465319464457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/113240465319464457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/2005/11/spasm-girl.html' title='SPASM GIRL.'/><author><name>Celine Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490398580851335430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8015275.post-112747516888800923</id><published>2005-09-23T19:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T19:32:48.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/39/4091/640/HO%20HO%20HO.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/39/4091/200/HO%20HO%20HO.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take2. &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015275-112747516888800923?l=stoppoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/feeds/112747516888800923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015275&amp;postID=112747516888800923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/112747516888800923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/112747516888800923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/2005/09/take2.html' title=''/><author><name>Celine Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490398580851335430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8015275.post-112747495664362740</id><published>2005-09-23T19:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T19:29:16.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/39/4091/640/DISTRACTED%20CLASS.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/39/4091/200/DISTRACTED%20CLASS.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are so distracted. even Mr Tan is. NOTE: only minqi's looking at the camera. LOL                         &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015275-112747495664362740?l=stoppoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/feeds/112747495664362740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015275&amp;postID=112747495664362740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/112747495664362740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/112747495664362740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/2005/09/we-are-so-distracted.html' title=''/><author><name>Celine Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490398580851335430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8015275.post-112747458020234002</id><published>2005-09-23T19:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T19:23:00.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/39/4091/640/distracted.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/39/4091/200/distracted.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone's looking STRAIGHT at the lenses and only me and sarah are so distracted by...LA-LA-LA..(i think)&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015275-112747458020234002?l=stoppoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/feeds/112747458020234002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015275&amp;postID=112747458020234002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/112747458020234002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/112747458020234002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/2005/09/everyones-looking-straight-at-lenses.html' title=''/><author><name>Celine Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490398580851335430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8015275.post-112444823222343760</id><published>2005-08-19T18:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T18:43:52.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/39/4091/640/phpto_img11b.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/39/4091/200/phpto_img11b.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from this&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015275-112444823222343760?l=stoppoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/feeds/112444823222343760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015275&amp;postID=112444823222343760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/112444823222343760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/112444823222343760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/2005/08/from-this_19.html' title=''/><author><name>Celine Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490398580851335430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8015275.post-112444822044586805</id><published>2005-08-19T18:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T19:03:23.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/39/4091/640/uu.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/39/4091/200/uu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;to this.. &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;-stairway to heaven-sung hyun-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015275-112444822044586805?l=stoppoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/feeds/112444822044586805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015275&amp;postID=112444822044586805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/112444822044586805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/112444822044586805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/2005/08/to-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Celine Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490398580851335430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8015275.post-112385616998540654</id><published>2005-08-12T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T22:17:40.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>paranoid</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;well well, it has been a relatively long time since i last blogged. so its time to update once more. or rather...today was a day of trauma as it was the official release of Chinese O level's results. Felt stupid for not checking my name before looking at the results and its making me quite paranoid now with all the WHAT IFS qns emerging from my head.&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;anyway, the school was so draggy and unorganised with the whole thing as compared to other schools such that there was NO signing of confirmation etc...just lining up to look at ur results without the teacher even asking for ur name. wow, as if yu xiao qing knew our names eh?&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;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;but what ever it is...&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;&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;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;im counting my blessings. Thank God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015275-112385616998540654?l=stoppoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/feeds/112385616998540654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015275&amp;postID=112385616998540654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/112385616998540654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/112385616998540654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/2005/08/paranoid.html' title='paranoid'/><author><name>Celine Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490398580851335430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8015275.post-112263815149818614</id><published>2005-07-29T19:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T19:55:51.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;do u have a chair already?&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;eh..yes.&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;opps, sorry.&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;&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;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;sarah dont jealous. AHHAHAHAHAA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015275-112263815149818614?l=stoppoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/feeds/112263815149818614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015275&amp;postID=112263815149818614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/112263815149818614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/112263815149818614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/2005/07/do-u-have-chair-already-eh.html' title=''/><author><name>Celine Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490398580851335430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8015275.post-112159910357526753</id><published>2005-07-17T19:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T19:18:23.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*gasps!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i think i shall blog as i wait for my "auntie" to buy dinner back for my family...&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 was awaken by my dad as usual for my weekly sunday jog at bishan park but i didnt want to wake up...cause i just heard the sky go " Boommmm..." lol..it's going to rain soon!!! But damn...the rain didnt start so i tried to take a longer time to brush up and sit at the toilet bowl for the moment. However, i thought that its just pointless to microwave myself in the toilet.&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;As i walked down the stairs, i actually heard the sound of raindrops tapping on my windows...WHEEEEE!!! rushed to my windows and as i saw my dad about to reach for his shoes, i shouted" XIA YU LEEEEEEE!!!!" ahhahaa.. but nope, i didnt get to slp more, instead i was nudged awake to go for breakfast...&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;came home..read the papers...read my harry potter book...took a 1/2 hour nap and proceed to hit Mr Lawrence Tan's specialty-Physics. *the horror* Finished the textbook in 2hours...did tys in a surprising fast timing with Rain's album booming in my eardrums..&lt;em&gt;Rain rain rain&lt;/em&gt;.&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;3.05pm to be exact, i went out with my dad to hunt down new shoes as both of our shoes are starting to tear at the soles. Walked around in circles in the mall and went from shop to shop to find suitable running shoes...finally bought a pair which i thought was plain in design, but practical. Even managed to choose one black and silver pair for my Dad...bet it was his hippest design that he has ever worn in his life..lol.&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;blah blah blah..the rest is history.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015275-112159910357526753?l=stoppoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/feeds/112159910357526753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015275&amp;postID=112159910357526753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/112159910357526753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/112159910357526753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/2005/07/gasps.html' title='*gasps!'/><author><name>Celine Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490398580851335430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8015275.post-112151998126125197</id><published>2005-07-16T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T21:19:42.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fa-La-La-La</title><content type='html'>okay, i promised that i will blog abt the Initial D movie but i didnt and im still not going to blog abt it still...it was a 3wks' ago story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i'm pretty mad at myself for making the wrong choice today that may result in many people to kick me in the head or ass. Some teacher from SAJC contacted me today and asked me to go for an audition on monday. i braced myself and asked her politely," ehh..but what's the audition about?" " Oh, its a choir audition", she replied. Damn. Choir Again. To think that they wanted me for some piano stuff, instead they want me to La-La-La for them. Crap, dont u ppl know that i cant sing for Nuts?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually told her that i will CONSIDER and get back to her. So she told me that she would send me an email( that im still waiting to receive) to excuse me from school or whatsoever on Monday. Hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hung up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talked to my dad and he was like saying," why in the world would u tell her that you would consider?! Making ppl think that u're big-shot!" Ka-Ba-BOOM. that's when that it really hit me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*crosses my fingers.* If i really manage to get back to her, wish me luck that i will have a voice like ...Charlotte Church and that my auditions would go well and allow me to proceed for my interview...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015275-112151998126125197?l=stoppoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/feeds/112151998126125197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015275&amp;postID=112151998126125197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/112151998126125197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/112151998126125197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/2005/07/fa-la-la-la.html' title='Fa-La-La-La'/><author><name>Celine Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490398580851335430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8015275.post-111945406066420643</id><published>2005-06-22T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T23:27:40.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'He told me that his vision was getting blurry when he drove. That's when I knew he was getting faster'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;watched Initial D's sneak preview just now.&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;shall blog more about it tml!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015275-111945406066420643?l=stoppoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/feeds/111945406066420643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015275&amp;postID=111945406066420643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/111945406066420643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/111945406066420643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/2005/06/he-told-me-that-his-vision-was-getting.html' title=''/><author><name>Celine Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490398580851335430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8015275.post-111942643797114453</id><published>2005-06-22T15:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T15:47:56.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;okay, changed the quote in my blog. lol...it seems better this way.&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;Went to Chinatown with my mum and bro to book air tickets for my bro...luckily it wasnt a drag. Proceeded to eat Clayfish horfun...went to Lido at orchard to eat more again..OKAY not really lido. Just orchard. &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 saw the 200m red carpets. i saw their posters. i saw their fans. &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;but i didnt see them.&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;uh huh its Lido and i saw the set for the evening's red-carpet events. Should have stayed but my mum wont want to. Shagged.&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;anyway, Lau Da smsed me at abt 8plus and asked where i was. obviously i was at home...then he told me he was at Lido. crapped. kept saying that the place is so crowded that he's SO stuck that he has to take EdisonChen and ShawnYue's pictures.&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;it sounds as if he was FORCED to take their pics. LOL. okay..but still i want to kope edison chen &amp;amp; shawn yue's pictures from him!!!&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;especially Shawn Yue. &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;but i also read that Edison is a media-darling in front of all the fans. Regardless if they were Jay's fans or ShawnYue's fans, he smiled and waved at them?! Wau say...&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;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;so right...Dont try to play or treat the Chens( or...Chans) like toilet papers. LOL.&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;&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;&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;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;not funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015275-111942643797114453?l=stoppoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/feeds/111942643797114453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015275&amp;postID=111942643797114453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/111942643797114453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/111942643797114453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/2005/06/okay-changed-quote-in-my-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Celine Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490398580851335430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8015275.post-111909285128393876</id><published>2005-06-18T18:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-18T19:07:32.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>first time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i failed my piano practical external exam!!! oh man. its my first time in...10yrs!! i really cant believe it but neither can i blame anyone for my failure..but i am still really pissed that everytime i'm playing my pieces, she'll be there dozing her head off. But the thought of my ticking her off seems rather inappropriate since she's the teacher and im the student. Hell. i think i seriously need to buck up in a month's time so that i wont have to retake NEXT YEAR. &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;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;watch me shine.&lt;/span&gt; &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;or rather...watch me struggle from &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;rusting.&lt;/span&gt;&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;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ching Sheng, thanks for your gift from paris.  next time when u buy, PLEASE TAKE NOTE WHERE IT WAS MADE!!! haahhaa. i torn the white sticker beneath the timer and i kind of saw the words- Made In China. Hmm...Paris product eh? &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;actually, i have the same thought as Sarah. we both prefer the Shake-Shake thing. LOL. But anyway, at least u bought something for us all.... &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;&lt;strong&gt;I BET KUAN WEI WONT EVEN GIVE US A SINGLE NOUGAT FROM AUSTRALIA!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015275-111909285128393876?l=stoppoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/feeds/111909285128393876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015275&amp;postID=111909285128393876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/111909285128393876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/111909285128393876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/2005/06/first-time.html' title='first time.'/><author><name>Celine Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490398580851335430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8015275.post-111884748451358304</id><published>2005-06-15T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T22:58:04.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;wheeee changed my template and this midi track is so much better than the previous one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;okay..that's what i think. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;btw, i want to change those paragraphs of crap when u enter my blog. So any one pls be kind enough to help think of quotes for me to replace it ya? thanks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;chingsheng's back! oh yes..gifts from &lt;strong&gt;PARIS&lt;/strong&gt; ppl..&lt;strong&gt;PARIS&lt;/strong&gt;. So, i really hope to go to minqi's house on friday so that i can get them...but most probably i wont be allowed to go out. why?! because my dad's overseas and as u see, only my dad has the Stamp-Of-Approval. yes..the rules of my family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;initial D preview in...7days!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015275-111884748451358304?l=stoppoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/feeds/111884748451358304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015275&amp;postID=111884748451358304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/111884748451358304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/111884748451358304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/2005/06/wheeee-changed-my-template-and-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Celine Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490398580851335430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8015275.post-111824877463851087</id><published>2005-06-09T00:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T22:41:21.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yawnnnn</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;okay..its 12.34am now and why am i STILL online. to add on: i havent bathe yet. Yes yes, i know u can smell me from here now. dont have to give that face. lol...lame talking to myself again.&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;anyway, picked up my brother just now and he had this new hair-do. erhhh i should say it looks better than his previous pirated-jay-chou-do. finally, back to &lt;em&gt;tay ping hui&lt;/em&gt; eh. muahhahaa. *slaps mouth* okay, after much waiting, my family and i went to Chomp Chomp to makan till we pop...or rather it was the damn giant sugar cane drink that filled up 3/4 of my stomach. *burp. &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;shall blog some other time cause its getting reallllyyyyyy late. &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;damn i really feel like going ice-skating with lynn.alicia.kuanwei.james.evan.etc tml...&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;&lt;strong&gt;_shall no be moved._&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015275-111824877463851087?l=stoppoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/feeds/111824877463851087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015275&amp;postID=111824877463851087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/111824877463851087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/111824877463851087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/2005/06/yawnnnn.html' title='yawnnnn'/><author><name>Celine Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490398580851335430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8015275.post-111804433200648945</id><published>2005-06-06T15:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T15:52:12.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/39/4091/640/photo2599.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/39/4091/200/photo2599.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B-type Boyfriend. Havent got a chance to watch it so im waiting for the VCD&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015275-111804433200648945?l=stoppoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/feeds/111804433200648945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015275&amp;postID=111804433200648945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/111804433200648945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/111804433200648945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/2005/06/b-type-boyfriend.html' title=''/><author><name>Celine Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490398580851335430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8015275.post-111608123941661128</id><published>2005-05-14T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T22:36:51.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/39/4091/640/chocobanana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/39/4091/200/chocobanana.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Secret Recipe-chocobanana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;i cry eating this... its just so damn good.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015275-111608123941661128?l=stoppoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/feeds/111608123941661128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015275&amp;postID=111608123941661128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/111608123941661128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/111608123941661128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/2005/05/secret-recipe-chocobanana-i-cry-eating.html' title=''/><author><name>Celine Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490398580851335430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8015275.post-111608083792756180</id><published>2005-05-14T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T22:42:02.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;so much to hide,&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 little commented.&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 much to mention,&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 little that is taken to consideration.&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;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;the problem with public blogs is that i cant really speak my mind here with everyone watching.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;im hiding it instead.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015275-111608083792756180?l=stoppoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/feeds/111608083792756180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015275&amp;postID=111608083792756180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/111608083792756180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/111608083792756180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/2005/05/so-much-to-hide-so-little-commented.html' title=''/><author><name>Celine Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490398580851335430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8015275.post-111604327297034661</id><published>2005-05-14T12:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T22:50:14.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;e word chinese Os just keeps ringing in my ears. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i cant stand it anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i want to be sec3 again so as to enjoy my holidays which are just around the corner...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;but the fact is : &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015275-111604327297034661?l=stoppoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/feeds/111604327297034661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015275&amp;postID=111604327297034661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/111604327297034661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/111604327297034661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/2005/05/e-word-chinese-os-just-keeps-ringing.html' title=''/><author><name>Celine Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490398580851335430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8015275.post-111598878768653722</id><published>2005-05-13T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T22:50:42.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>e return of the ah pui</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;EXAMS ARE FINALLY FAR AND AWAY!!!!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;okay for the moment.&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;woke up feeling as if it was saturday or sunday. i sure didnt feel as if i still had to return to school and complete bio paper1. I really hope to do well for bio paper1 since i think i flunk my paper2, i totally regretted not practising the damn structured questions in my 10yr series because i found a whole entire chunk of questions that were from the 10yr series in my paper2. mrs chow is so expected but i just couldnt be bothered. alright, completed my paper1 in like...20-25mins? spent the rest of the half hour checking and looking about. caught greg in some weird circle dance outside and wanted to burst out laughing but i cant. tsk.&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;anyway, we were made to stay back for.. the return of &lt;strong&gt;PHYSICS PAPER&lt;/strong&gt;. crap. he spent a full hour and a half sulking at us and making us worry alot. my results were bad. real bad. C6. woah, almost a fail as u can see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;happy moments&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;my parents are so nice to take leave to company me " celebrate" and so we drove to plaza singapura to have lunch at Secret Recipe!!! I ordered a beef spag.bolognese, mushroom soup and a slice of banana chocolate cake-ate my guts out. the cake was the best ive eaten so yet, so i guess i have found my second comfort food besides ice blended mocha. im such a choco-caffine addict. &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;alright. ate. ate. ate. proceeded to walk about in plaza singapura like lost souls till my dad was standing outside Lee Hwa Jewellery. he looked at my mum and commented," Go in la!" my mum was laughing and i thought he was joking. it has been ages since he bought something for my mum. i could see how delighted my mum was as she admired those...shiny precious stones. In the end she chose a diamond necklace with 4 visible diamonds- Destinee. gosh, even the name sounded so good. i noticed that the male salemen had spent so much time praising the stone and how good it looked on my mum, to think he's a trainee. i bet he spent millions of seconds memorizing those information about the diamonds. but i have to comment he's pretty good. anyway, my dad paid for it and my mum was practically trying to dig the free merchandises out of them though they gave her some microscope thing to look at the cuts on the diamond- as if we're going to spent the entire day staring at the arrow-cuts on the diamonds.&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;gina, sarah and chingsheng are not online. damn. they're still out?! its 9 for goodness sake. i just need someone to talk to hence, therefore im ranting to myself here.&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;chingsheng is such a tyco. or rather he earned it. finally he's awake! O'leh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015275-111598878768653722?l=stoppoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/feeds/111598878768653722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015275&amp;postID=111598878768653722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/111598878768653722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/111598878768653722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/2005/05/e-return-of-ah-pui.html' title='e return of the ah pui'/><author><name>Celine Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490398580851335430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8015275.post-111588300071446044</id><published>2005-05-12T15:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T15:30:00.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>H.O.T.- A Song For Lady</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;H.O.T.- A Song For Lady&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I'm sorry for the scars &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I've given you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Making tears fall down your gentle, white cheeks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Forgive me, Forgive me please.be so frightened if you leave,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Because I love you so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Once, you were not by my side,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;It was too hard and lonely,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;On that rainy dayI stood outside to cry.&lt;br /&gt;I love you, I miss you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I promise to make you so happy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;As much as you've made me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;You'll never get tired or sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Please come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I'm sorry, I'm really sorry,and I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;You don't know how many times &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I've sung this song,and tears form in my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Today, I wanted to see you so much,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I held on tight to your picture with my two hands,fell from your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;And now your crying with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I love you, I miss you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I promise I'll make you so happy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;As much as you've made me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;From now on, you'll never get tired or sad.&lt;br /&gt;You are coming back.I believe in you.&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Once, just please hold on to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;For that one reason, I will never cry again.&lt;br /&gt;This is my final love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I pray that I will never lose you again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015275-111588300071446044?l=stoppoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/feeds/111588300071446044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015275&amp;postID=111588300071446044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/111588300071446044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/111588300071446044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/2005/05/hot-song-for-lady.html' title='H.O.T.- A Song For Lady'/><author><name>Celine Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490398580851335430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8015275.post-111547550090611324</id><published>2005-05-07T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T22:18:21.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>onewkmoretoliberty</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;an indication to show that im still alive and kicking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;another wk of MYE torment to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;shall rant next week when im feeling much happier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;COMING SOON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. - &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Show Me The Way To Liberty&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015275-111547550090611324?l=stoppoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/feeds/111547550090611324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015275&amp;postID=111547550090611324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/111547550090611324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/111547550090611324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/2005/05/onewkmoretoliberty.html' title='onewkmoretoliberty'/><author><name>Celine Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490398580851335430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8015275.post-111423159806532289</id><published>2005-04-23T12:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T12:46:38.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shagged.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;failed my 2.4km. but ive gotten over it since there is minqi, kahming to take the retest with me next term. lol. i'm so damn evil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;anyway, had a great day walking aimlessly at orchard road ytd with Sarah, Gina, ChingSheng &amp; KuanWei. nono..we didnt pon school but was instead released early at about 11am due to Founders' Day. So after lunch, the 5 of us went to Coffee Club at Taka to have some desserts...man, my heart aches at the price i paid for the Ice Mocha Vanilla!!! it cost me about...$8 plus?!!! i regretted drinking so much but i just cant help but be defeated to temptation. hohohohooo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;we just sat there for abt..2hours? talking and crapping about everything, listening to our mp3s at the same time. We can multi-tasks!!!-i think?...okay anyway, while we chatted, i was spending most of my time looking at KuanWei's baked pasta cause it smelled really good. I bet it cost a bomb. lol. of course, the coffee burnt a hole in my pocket and i was unable to get my hands on my cheese pancakes. wasted sia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;mid yrs in a wk's time. what am i still doing here?! even chingsheng the slack-shagged is studying liao lor..im so shit. i dont wish to &lt;em&gt;hug-buddha's-leg&lt;/em&gt; last min..but i dont feel like working on my studies either. i cant be bothered but keep thinking of the chinese Os. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;tension is brewing in my family. my parents keep dishing each other with dirt. i was already worn-out from the late night sch's Founders Day ytd and was wishing to return home to share with them my day out. But no, they had to show me black faces. i didnt really got to enjoy my food cause i was so sick of their wkly pointless arguements that i told my mum in a sarcastic manner that it doesnt really bother me if they just divorce now since both of them cant get along. But obviously, i took the manner to heart and at the mention ' Divorce' made me sniffed and teared as i ate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;whatever it is. currently, im&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt; unfazed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; by the things happening around me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;i find that school is better than returning home cum war grounds. at least i get to laugh and talk it all out with my friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015275-111423159806532289?l=stoppoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/feeds/111423159806532289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015275&amp;postID=111423159806532289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/111423159806532289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/111423159806532289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/2005/04/shagged.html' title='shagged.'/><author><name>Celine Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490398580851335430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8015275.post-111381765173152237</id><published>2005-04-18T17:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T17:47:31.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>weakling-me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;arghhhh my 2.4km run has been &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;draggeddddd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; another day. The reason was just because i was under a dizzy-spell in the morning and felt so nauseous i can just puke on anybody any second. A slight push by anyone can just send me sick in the stomach for more than ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;After my dad dropped me off in school, i ran for the toilet and shut the cubicle, trying to puke; that was if i had anything inside. I couldnt feel anything coming out, the sight of the oil of my cheese and ham floating above the surface of the toilet bowl water made me more nauseous than ever. So i left the toilet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I was trying so hard to swallow my ham-cheese bread after that and figured out i couldnt at all. With Steph talking about dolphin bay, i didnt want to be impolite so i just nodded my head and gave short answers. Opening my mouth slightly may just spill out everything. Finally few of my closer friends came and i told them i wasnt really feeling too good and the fact that im so afraid im going to faint under the sun during morning assembly. called my mum using sarah's phone and to tell u the truth...hearing my mum's voice is so comforting, i wonder why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;picked up my bag and tried to hail for a taxi after that. luckily i hail one really quickly and no doubt i felt so awkward and funny that everyone's entering school gates and im leaving it...hmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;home at last and headed for my blue sofa and laid down. Within minutes, i was facing the white plastic bag and throwing everything out. It feels like heaven to puke. I felt as if i could go back to school immediately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;my mum's offer to take a days' leave made me so touched that i wanted to cry. but i knew that if she were to, her work would definitely pile up tml...* alright im choking now.*  Therefore, i spent the rest of my day slping from 7.45-9.20 and studied for 1hour at noon and slp again from 1pm-3 plus, the time i received jean's sms...&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;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;apology: Jean-for breaking my promise to run with u. fail fail. pass pass.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;special thanks: Meme- for everything.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                           Sarah- for your phone. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                          concern of some others.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;let's hope history will not repeat itself tml again....*prays*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;im such a dread.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015275-111381765173152237?l=stoppoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/feeds/111381765173152237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015275&amp;postID=111381765173152237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/111381765173152237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/111381765173152237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/2005/04/weakling-me.html' title='weakling-me.'/><author><name>Celine Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490398580851335430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8015275.post-111338901871055572</id><published>2005-04-13T18:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T18:46:24.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>im so pissed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;im so pissed im so pissed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;we're changing seats. obviously i'll be somewhere upfront and personal with my teachers. no more talking and chatting and passing msgs in secret.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;WAU LAU EH...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;im inconsiderate people. but you've nv thought of how it ever feels to sit front rows almost EVERY SINGLE YR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;how about that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015275-111338901871055572?l=stoppoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/feeds/111338901871055572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015275&amp;postID=111338901871055572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/111338901871055572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/111338901871055572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/2005/04/im-so-pissed.html' title='im so pissed.'/><author><name>Celine Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490398580851335430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8015275.post-111330710151167495</id><published>2005-04-12T19:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T19:58:21.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn you Oon Su Ping.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;WHAT THE HELL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;did MOE see in you when they first interviewed you on you having your so-called-ambitions to be a "respectable teacher" to mould kids's future?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;after so much hatreth that u've accumulated during ur yrs in KCPSS, you FINALLY said to the damn "silver-plated" choir during one of ur time-wasting choir,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;as quoted from some of her boot-licking choir members&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;" guys in my class have muscles like apples, but in the brain."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;respectable? i dont think so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;moulding our future and characters? why dont u mould your own bloody character first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;reasonable? i rather lick the floors in the canteen toilets sparkling clean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;you know what? I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;SIMPLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;CANT WAIT FOR MOE TO SEE THIS POST. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015275-111330710151167495?l=stoppoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/feeds/111330710151167495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015275&amp;postID=111330710151167495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/111330710151167495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/111330710151167495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/2005/04/damn-you-oon-su-ping.html' title='Damn you Oon Su Ping.'/><author><name>Celine Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490398580851335430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8015275.post-111330568022588261</id><published>2005-04-12T19:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T19:34:40.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sorry evannnnnn...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;oh man..im feeling guilty. really guilty. This isnt the first time today that i stepped on Evan's tail before. im so dead. i made him use the &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ENGLISH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; poster as a loud hailer to greet &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;MS SANTHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. her response? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;"come here, evan."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;everything started out like a joke &amp; it started to turn serious bit by bit, second by second. He unfolded poster and obviously she found out abt the 'a.e.i.o.u.' poster thing. So..she asked him to state reasons why A.E.I.O.U.s are so important in english.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;im so dead. he got stuck and then he was like "actually this is...okay nvm". maybe he wanted to say my name but instead he chose to stuck up for the sake of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Thanks bro. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Smile&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &amp; stop doodling to show me e thumbs up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;why e hell is she taking so much to heart?! ass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015275-111330568022588261?l=stoppoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/feeds/111330568022588261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015275&amp;postID=111330568022588261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/111330568022588261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/111330568022588261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/2005/04/sorry-evannnnnn.html' title='sorry evannnnnn...'/><author><name>Celine Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490398580851335430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8015275.post-111295847871320507</id><published>2005-04-08T18:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-08T19:08:31.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new kid from e block-Benjamin</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;MUAHAHHAHAHA....wkends wkends wkends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;okay. at least a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HELL LOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of things happened today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;There was this new kid in our class, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Benjamin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. He was transfered from Victoria Sec. but we all wondered what happened along the way, we asked the guys and they said the reason is something really really really personal. After much drilling, we went to ask the person himself instead...he said he was expelled but did not proceed further to state the reasons. It was during english lesson that we all forced him to introduce himself and bombarded the poor alvin-look-sound-actions-alike guy abt some stuff like why Kuo Chuan e lousy neighbourhood school. This was the very moment that i noticed sadness and disappointment in his eyes when asked abt why he was expelled- but he nv really did told us the reason. I pity him. though i do not deny the fact that i do laugh at him and alvin sitting side by side and acting like...g... okay i shall not be that bad, since its his first day here with us. rowdy bunch. or so mrs tay nicknamed us. hohoho..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;i hope he'll be able to blend with us..the 4TH "family".&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;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;ANYWAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, hahaa..hohoho...hahahaa..hohohoo...there's something i really should thanks mrs tay about. ya.. ehem.. ya ehem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;one step closer to yandao, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;i say one step closer to you..MAUHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;kick me slap me..i dont care. im in a semi-good mood today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015275-111295847871320507?l=stoppoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/feeds/111295847871320507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015275&amp;postID=111295847871320507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/111295847871320507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/111295847871320507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/2005/04/new-kid-from-e-block-benjamin.html' title='new kid from e block-Benjamin'/><author><name>Celine Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490398580851335430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8015275.post-111287176415212427</id><published>2005-04-07T19:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-07T19:06:34.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/39/4091/640/lol!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/39/4091/200/lol%21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;POWERS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of the " Buddha ".&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;lol..nah. he's not Buddha. but just e lecturer from Singapore Polytechnic that taught us to make cool aspirin during e march holidays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015275-111287176415212427?l=stoppoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/feeds/111287176415212427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015275&amp;postID=111287176415212427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/111287176415212427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/111287176415212427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/2005/04/powers-of-buddha.html' title=''/><author><name>Celine Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490398580851335430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8015275.post-111287061644880140</id><published>2005-04-07T18:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-07T18:52:17.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/39/4091/640/myclasscompanion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/39/4091/200/myclasscompanion.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;`my little white companion in class..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;eh hehhh...took this using gina's phone during english enrichment when we were supposed to be...LISTENING.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015275-111287061644880140?l=stoppoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/feeds/111287061644880140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015275&amp;postID=111287061644880140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/111287061644880140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/111287061644880140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/2005/04/my-little-white-companion-in-class.html' title=''/><author><name>Celine Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490398580851335430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8015275.post-111252439777678801</id><published>2005-04-03T18:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T18:35:15.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>truth pic time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/39/4091/640/truth"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/39/4091/320/truth%2705%21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;portion of truth girls...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;ripped from yiye's imagestation..thanks! :j&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015275-111252439777678801?l=stoppoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/feeds/111252439777678801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015275&amp;postID=111252439777678801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/111252439777678801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/111252439777678801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/2005/04/truth-pic-time.html' title='truth pic time!'/><author><name>Celine Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490398580851335430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8015275.post-111235035168967190</id><published>2005-04-01T17:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T18:17:24.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>flu.thumping head.S T R E S S  O U T.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;finally its the wkends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;my energy level on monday...&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;==&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;===&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;===&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;my energy level on friday.......&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;==&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;i started to develop a damn sore throat ytd and had running nose just today. therefore i guess i couldnt concentrated much in class today. i struggled my way through biology test cause my eyelids were practically abt to close shut any moment.second.thank God its on the first period, otherwise my drowsiness would have got the better of me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;have tons of maths worksheets to complete &amp;amp; every second is a second closer to the Os. chinese Os is 2months from now and i'm barely done. Its not abt a discipline matter, but a matter of having little motivation after going through the wk with tests and assignments packed through out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;im telling you MOE ppl, even when i take a nap, i end up waking up every 15 mins. im stressed by the time frame, the work, the school tests. Parents tell us that what they have gone through in their yrs of education are nv like ours. not better. but worst. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; you mean being able to go home at 1pm and playing marbles are stressful?.. do you mean that a life without CCAs and other organized programmes by schools is draining u in and out?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;my parents nag at me for wasting my time in things i do, etc. tv, com. and the rest. But it never crossed their minds that i just need ONE day to rest. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;papa, sometimes i dont reply to what you're trying to ask or say to me its not cause i hate your presence, its just that im too tired to even care to speak to you by the time ive finished what school work that is needed to be done..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i just ask for a day's rest out of 7 days.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015275-111235035168967190?l=stoppoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/feeds/111235035168967190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015275&amp;postID=111235035168967190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/111235035168967190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/111235035168967190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/2005/04/fluthumping-heads-t-r-e-s-s-o-u-t.html' title='flu.thumping head.S T R E S S  O U T.'/><author><name>Celine Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490398580851335430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8015275.post-111210858893831203</id><published>2005-03-29T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T23:03:08.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sighs.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;im so exhausted from today. the physics test. the entire day out. everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;sports day was more boring than ever, except for the moment when the powerful-worth watching- ex students came back to have a race with the rest of the students still stuck in this cheapo school. i figured out that we'll never ever come to a day where a batch of our students can kick their asses. or rather their muscular legs, thighs, whatever that makes them run...eh..like the &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;WIND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Shoosh!. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;okay. temperature's decreasing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;didnt really enjoyed myself throughly except for the time between 10.30-2pm cause Gina and i practically was walking around j8 aimlessly and stuffing ourselves with CoffeeBean's Ice Blended Mocha and talking crap at KFC abt...okay. Men. Totally from top to bottom. hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;hmm...i think i better save up soon so that i can get some new tops from ebase! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt; need to recharge myself with rest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;so im thinking of skipping Drama Club tml.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&amp; so the pattern of the choir-like-experiences may very well just start again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;night ppl :j&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015275-111210858893831203?l=stoppoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/feeds/111210858893831203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015275&amp;postID=111210858893831203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/111210858893831203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/111210858893831203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/2005/03/sighs.html' title='sighs.'/><author><name>Celine Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490398580851335430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8015275.post-111209451712526732</id><published>2005-03-29T19:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T19:08:37.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Because I Know- &lt;em&gt;Bi-Rain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I don't know what to say or do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;All I hear is blackness &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;If I try to tip-toe I'll still be standing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Things haven't turned out as I had expected How come?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt; What should I do? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;*CHORUS* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I know I can't live alone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;All I know is that I can't live without you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;And so I know the only way that I can live and be happy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;If you're not with me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I can't live! I wanted to see you and ask you why you left &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;When we kissed you were happy too &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I wanted to tell you but the words just wouldn't come out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;How come? What should I do? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;* Repeat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I am lonely when you are in a different place far away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I can't live without you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;You are the one person I need to make me happy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;* Repeat x 2 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;--nosebleeds--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015275-111209451712526732?l=stoppoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/feeds/111209451712526732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015275&amp;postID=111209451712526732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/111209451712526732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/111209451712526732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/2005/03/because-i-know-bi-rain-i-dont-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Celine Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490398580851335430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8015275.post-111114133253930373</id><published>2005-03-18T18:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T18:34:47.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Farts` sorry.stink?.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/39/4091/640/kimhyeseong.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/39/4091/200/kimhyeseong.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;kimhyeseong *foams*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;okay stop looking at this guy...hahahahaa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;feeling rather sick to the stomach today...bet the rest of the ppl who are going to suntec is having so much fun at the foodfair now. But you know, i have my restrictions &amp; curfews; by the time i reach suntec i may have to leave immediately. Won't that be so cartoon?! I'd rather stay at home in this case to mediate, wait, do i?! -.- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;i need to talk to someone. feeling extremely bored. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;wondering abt my past life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;ive learnt to let go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;but why havent you learnt yet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015275-111114133253930373?l=stoppoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/feeds/111114133253930373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015275&amp;postID=111114133253930373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/111114133253930373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/111114133253930373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/2005/03/farts-sorrystink.html' title='Farts` sorry.stink?.'/><author><name>Celine Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490398580851335430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8015275.post-111104044453447554</id><published>2005-03-17T14:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T14:22:31.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monster named Boredom is eating me up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;here i am rotting away..wasting my precious time blogging &amp;amp; jumping to the tune of Angela Zhang's "Cant Quieten Down" hahahaa..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sian.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sian.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sian.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;im missing my class already. badly.`&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015275-111104044453447554?l=stoppoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/feeds/111104044453447554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015275&amp;postID=111104044453447554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/111104044453447554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/111104044453447554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/2005/03/monster-named-boredom-is-eating-me-up.html' title='Monster named Boredom is eating me up'/><author><name>Celine Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490398580851335430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8015275.post-111096185810498836</id><published>2005-03-16T16:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-16T17:17:29.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/39/4091/640/dork.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/39/4091/200/dork.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;hilarious`&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;but i have no idea who this is...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015275-111096185810498836?l=stoppoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/feeds/111096185810498836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015275&amp;postID=111096185810498836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/111096185810498836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/111096185810498836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/2005/03/hilarious-but-i-have-no-idea-who-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Celine Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490398580851335430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8015275.post-111088346280226509</id><published>2005-03-15T18:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T18:48:28.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/39/4091/640/ihnp-324561.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/39/4091/200/ihnp-324561.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;oh god...look at Kevin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;sorry ppl, but im not inside again. ahhaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015275-111088346280226509?l=stoppoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/feeds/111088346280226509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015275&amp;postID=111088346280226509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/111088346280226509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/111088346280226509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/2005/03/oh-god.html' title=''/><author><name>Celine Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490398580851335430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8015275.post-111080084766661433</id><published>2005-03-14T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T19:47:27.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/39/4091/640/haha041.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/39/4091/200/haha041.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aspirinic Love.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015275-111080084766661433?l=stoppoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/feeds/111080084766661433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015275&amp;postID=111080084766661433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/111080084766661433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/111080084766661433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/2005/03/aspirinic-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Celine Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490398580851335430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8015275.post-111080058676114604</id><published>2005-03-14T19:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T22:54:39.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chem trauma~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Its the holidays but i dont feel a slightest hint of the holiday spirits, thanks to our dearest Mrs Gan...she had us engaged in this chemistry excursion stuff. Can you believe that we did 3 experiments in a day and only ONE is interesting; synthesis of aspirin &amp; the rest were practically driving me up the walls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;after the SP trip, i was spending my entire journey back to school sending pics of *ehem* via bluetooth to myself lor..thanks Jr. &amp;amp; stop bloody making things so obvious for us. bless lynn's wound that was inflicted by...the...ice..cream..machine...hahahaa.okay, that's evil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Went for dinner at j8 &amp; some of us split somehow, &amp;amp; i was with Gina, Angel, Shengzhi, HyunJae. was walking walking when we saw the SpongeBob Square Pants show..ahhaha..then we girls were like acting as if we wanted to sit with the kids and view the show...somehow hyun Jae got hyped up and also acted like he really wanted to watch it..gosh...he was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Smiling&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&amp; amused at his own actions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Got back in one...But when i came back from food buying, i noticed that all the bags were moved &amp;amp; i was given the privilege to sit beside *ehem* but decided not to...and let minqi sit instead!...hohoho..but never mind. he's so amusing cause minqi was like trying to push all the fries to him and he said like "no...this is mine..and ur's..." inclusive with actions of hands focusing on e fries of each of their plates. obviously what was the next thing ppl did after dinner?...to whip out their cam phones and started taking pictures with evan helping some of them to take pictures..shy abt it..doesnt look at the lenses nor smile..oblivious to the cameras..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;yum yum yum, done with dinner &amp; everyone moved on to go this neoprint pic stuff..hahahaa.didnt take with them though, but everyone wanted shengzhi &amp;amp; jae to take.Shengzhi is like bo pian..but he just remained standing at Action City to oogle at the soldiers figures...hahahaa...but somehow when lynn managed to drag him in, his face was like.."huh...." &amp; abit sian but still &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Smiling&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;never the less&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Decided to peek at them take the neoprints...!!! he stood behind and kept mumbling and saying..."im dying..im dying..ahh...", " can i leave...im leaving...im dying..."..i was laughing non-stop at him &amp;amp; there were moments where he looked at me and was still&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Smiling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and mumbling "im dying..." so funny. the pics turned out great. hahaha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;fine.i regretted giving up my golden ticket.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015275-111080058676114604?l=stoppoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/feeds/111080058676114604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015275&amp;postID=111080058676114604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/111080058676114604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/111080058676114604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/2005/03/chem-trauma.html' title='chem trauma~'/><author><name>Celine Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490398580851335430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8015275.post-111068916200074218</id><published>2005-03-13T12:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T12:46:47.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/39/4091/640/NVE000021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/39/4091/200/NVE00002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;familiar, if you know what i mean.. :) &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015275-111068916200074218?l=stoppoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/feeds/111068916200074218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015275&amp;postID=111068916200074218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/111068916200074218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/111068916200074218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/2005/03/familiar-if-you-know-what-i-mean.html' title=''/><author><name>Celine Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490398580851335430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8015275.post-111053269503742099</id><published>2005-03-11T17:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-11T17:18:15.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CoffeeBean&amp;TeaLeaf</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ms Santha contradicted herself. i failed my english CA1. I guess i must try and buck up now before its really too late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;anyway, so glad/sad Mrs Tay never come today, so we had abt 3 periods to ourselves. When the gossip club was about to start its sessions, mr eddie lim came in and asked our class to go act in the com. lab as if we were &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;REALLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; listening to what he was telling us, just to film us in action. That's so dumb. Why dont they just sure that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;extra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; cash to build a REAL CAFE in the library &amp; replace the current pasa malam one. lousy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;after school, me, sarah, angel, josh, kelvin, jiarong, kuanwei, chingsheng went to j8 to eat. okay, at first we wanted to lunch at KFC but somehow decided not to cause of the limited seats there, besides there was still evan later. So, we moved on to Cafe Cartel to "eat"...after much didy daleh, we left again *with evan still missing*...hahaha! paisay like shit! But in e end josh treated sarah &amp; i to coffeebean iceblended mocha. 10bucks...felt bad though.hahaha. Okay, THEN we called the rest and went to food junction instead...funny. &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;*evan's STILL missing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;josh's seriously behaving like my dad; asking me to eat up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;sad for josh. That A.guy just ran past him today and he doesnt even know that That is his love rival. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Damn That guy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;im supporting josh though i know its bad to allow him to have a affair behind minqi's back.hahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;i got a feeling he's gonna get her soon.`&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015275-111053269503742099?l=stoppoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/feeds/111053269503742099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015275&amp;postID=111053269503742099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/111053269503742099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/111053269503742099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/2005/03/coffeebeantealeaf.html' title='CoffeeBean&amp;TeaLeaf'/><author><name>Celine Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490398580851335430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8015275.post-111036730643920194</id><published>2005-03-09T19:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T19:24:23.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>editor in the making~`</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;okay, i just got back from school cum KFC today. Dont' ask me anything, but im just so damn worned out now. Waiting for the bus was a killer and so was the squeezing part in the bus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;cutting my crap short for now! &amp; oh, by the way, Ms Santha called me up today to do some oral stuff after complimenting me on my Title for the forum report that we did. Gosh she even wanted me to share &amp;amp; i had SO much difficulty expressing myself...was blushing quite alot. he smiled at me *gina told me* ...im FAINTING!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;" CELINE CAN YOU COME UP HERE?"&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;"err....*oh shit*"&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;" blah blah....i was very impressed with her title...&lt;em&gt;casiNO&lt;/em&gt;? blah blah blah....you have full/great potential of being a editor*looks at me*...you should be getting a scholarship from SPH *hearing  claps and wolf whistles by now*and be a editor~!...good potential of being a EDITOR!"&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;"*blushes madly*"&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;"alright, can you share what you have written with the class?.."&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;" errr...huhhhh..."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;it felt so weird standing infront of the class...&amp;amp; YES Ms Santha, i love blending with the walls!`&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015275-111036730643920194?l=stoppoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/feeds/111036730643920194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015275&amp;postID=111036730643920194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/111036730643920194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/111036730643920194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/2005/03/editor-in-making.html' title='editor in the making~`'/><author><name>Celine Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490398580851335430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8015275.post-110999228247583565</id><published>2005-03-05T11:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T19:13:11.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy belated birthday to...ME!!!`</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;hehhee...was my b-day ytd &amp; i kind of enjoyed myself alot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;i know im bad...but i lied to Mr tan just to pon the 2.4km run. okay...im hearing boooos now. hahaa! spent it talking and crapping with jean, sarah, qian all these. but emaths test was a big major booboo...didnt know how to do loads of them...crap!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;once the bell rang i just felt totally free cause sarah, me, minqi, chingsheng, kevin and kuaiwei were heading for orchard to watch THAT movie..hahaha...but that korean show ive been anticipating so much SUCKED! okay, so we bought the tickets and had an hour or so left &amp;amp; we all decided to go Heerens after eating at Burger Kings' ...Kevin was so cute and we just kept putting nice designed shirts at him, as if he was our model of the day. ahahha! wanted to take his picture with him wearing this blue shirt..but then he refused. how could he?! we just ran late for our movie after so much of that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;*still rmbing the image of me catching Kuanwei &amp;amp; Chingsheng looking at mirrors everywhere they go and spiking up their hair*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;bday presents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;`Debbi Bear from Truth!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;` Perlini Silver bracelet from Lynn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;`Hello Kitty magnet from Evan?!...freako cheapskate freak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;` Free meal from VEGGY RICE UNCLE!!!...so gd rite?...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;` Card with signatures...ehem..ehem...hahaha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;SENG YI CHU KA HAM MI DA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015275-110999228247583565?l=stoppoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/feeds/110999228247583565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015275&amp;postID=110999228247583565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/110999228247583565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/110999228247583565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/2005/03/happy-belated-birthday-tome.html' title='happy belated birthday to...ME!!!`'/><author><name>Celine Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490398580851335430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8015275.post-110984705809229619</id><published>2005-03-03T18:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T18:53:06.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>motivations?..nah.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;im so freaking stressed up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;sch's practically trying all means &amp; ways to motivate us to study, but in fact they are scaring the shits out of us. &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;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O'levels---life changing point.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;my &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;b-day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; tml! hmm..but P.E. &amp;amp; E.maths test tml...they dont blend well do they? sick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;she's waiting for him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;he nv showed up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;she's feeling empty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;he lost out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015275-110984705809229619?l=stoppoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/feeds/110984705809229619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015275&amp;postID=110984705809229619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/110984705809229619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/110984705809229619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/2005/03/motivationsnah.html' title='motivations?..nah.'/><author><name>Celine Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490398580851335430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8015275.post-110846656292440483</id><published>2005-02-15T19:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T19:27:32.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;ah....lousy valentines' ytd. e sch just keeps &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;emphasizing&lt;/span&gt; on it even though they are always telling us to concentrate on studies instead of BGR...madness. was super awkward when reminded of last yr's valentine's...was as if there's some drama serial going on where Guy A gives Girl a rose and Guy B was the one that Girl dated the next day?...hmm. but in e end Girl lost both of them. :*( dont get me wrong...there were no 1 leg on 2 boats incident.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;but it's still nothing much like last yr's..it was boring this yr and there was obviously &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;ALOT lesser&lt;/span&gt; ppl presenting roses and presents for their interest...ahhaa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Valentines' Day to all... :j&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015275-110846656292440483?l=stoppoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/feeds/110846656292440483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015275&amp;postID=110846656292440483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/110846656292440483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/110846656292440483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/2005/02/ah.html' title=''/><author><name>Celine Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490398580851335430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8015275.post-110804575875180585</id><published>2005-02-10T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T22:29:18.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BUSTED!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;pa, bro &amp; uncle is having some DVD marathon downstairs but i just couldnt be bothered to watch it with them. even fell aslp half-way through Matrix in the afternoon with my brother. hahaaa..sorry` somehow he just turned it off moments later &amp;amp; me proceeding to slp on a proper bed &amp; air-con...den got woke up again to go AMK...it was boring. it's behaving like some ghost town...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;returned home &amp; worked out my fats on my Powerider &amp;amp; watched Ghost ship with my brother after that...it was like uncensored at some parts...u know?haahaa...shall not proceed to explain further.e movie wasnt that scary but more of NC-16 cause of all e gore....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;school tml...running during p.e. again...gettting picked up for cafe cartel pork ribs after tt!`&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015275-110804575875180585?l=stoppoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/feeds/110804575875180585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015275&amp;postID=110804575875180585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/110804575875180585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/110804575875180585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/2005/02/busted-pa-bro-watched-ghost-ship-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Celine Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490398580851335430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8015275.post-110801080389090593</id><published>2005-02-10T13:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T22:45:33.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>post-CNY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;chinese new yr was so boring cause i just spent it watching tv whole night with my cousin while my other younger cousins fought over some shooting game on e com. ahhaha...they even wanted to ka jiao my friends but this time to no avail as many of them found out who they actually are...not me.hahaa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;tuesday's half day was even worst! trust me...PSG did some lame drama, only ONE nice dancing segment, lousy chinese new year definition speech, guzhen by Shan bing..hahaa. erm ok...it wasnt &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;THAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; boring...cause Gina Sarah &amp; I went for breakfast at 7am before walking to sch and finding out that we were the minorities wearing school uniform..! when we reached school &amp;amp; saw him in &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHITE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JEANS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;..with some nice BAG...(on him) hahaha...liao...just hit me that i had to take his pic...at tt moment when we were screaming at him..he turned around with evan and looked at us...we just ran away to e canteen...hahahaaa! after that we just got evan to use my phone to take his pic at the soccer field..he took about 4 and one extra shoban...ahhaha! liao..when i got back my phone and scroll through all, alot of girls were crowding around me to take a look at it...&amp;amp; one of them was smiling!!!! crazy....its on my screensaver now =p hahaa. even sent it to gina and going to send it to ang kai tml in school..ahhaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015275-110801080389090593?l=stoppoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/feeds/110801080389090593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015275&amp;postID=110801080389090593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/110801080389090593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/110801080389090593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/2005/02/post-cny.html' title='post-CNY'/><author><name>Celine Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490398580851335430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8015275.post-110733985653266295</id><published>2005-02-02T18:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T19:05:43.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happybirthday!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY KOR!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;just finished drama and im so tired.Just slacking there while others thought of plots all these. Being so tired just doesnt help much, i still have to drag myself out later to eat with my family...yeah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;he talked to me!!!! i was like happy tt Gan called my to write equations for the first time cause he was called up too....along with kuai wei lah...erbx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;anyway i was like writing then suddenly i heard him say " there's a 2 there" &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OH MY GOODNESS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. i just &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;froze&lt;/span&gt; totally and said "oh ya, thanks" and quickly walk back while smiling like some stupid idiot...ahhaha! I was laughing and smiling so hard that Gan asked like" May i know what's so funny?" heeheh..just wished Kuai wei wasnt there...:x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;but i dont like him..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;i idolise him like a idol. *AHHHH*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;很酷, 一點點可愛.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015275-110733985653266295?l=stoppoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/feeds/110733985653266295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015275&amp;postID=110733985653266295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/110733985653266295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/110733985653266295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/2005/02/happybirthday.html' title='happybirthday!!!'/><author><name>Celine Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490398580851335430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8015275.post-110717254173481526</id><published>2005-01-31T19:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T19:57:27.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>madforamoment`</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;ok fine. im was mad for abt 2 hours today. cause &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;SARAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; threw my &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;beautiful, wonderful, amazing, very style black&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; organizer....at where? at JAMES again. ahahhahahaha...poor fellow. always kana bullied by the rest of us. shall stop dissing him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;ya but then she apologized and we're fine now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what are friends for.?&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; ahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;btw, i managed to "talk" to him today..! thanks to chemistry?...&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;yucks:s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;okay,i was collecting gan's worksheet and having a &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Great&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; workout walking around class cleaning boards &amp;amp; collecting papers like her slave, her maid from india. But when i checked the boxes for names..."glenn.."..."reuben..." "kahming..." then...i saw the name. XXX XXXX XXX without having a checked box. *oh ya..btw his brother looks e total opposite of him.*ahhaaahahhahahaha! i just burst out telling Gina and we were like "GO GO GO!" when the bell rang for recess to ask him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;when i saw his face..my hands turned 0degrees..and just found myself staring at his face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;amazing. but he just A.Ply said he never bring. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;chey` to think that i could borrow his pencil...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;" hand up e worksheet to Celine!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i want to heard more of that&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ah....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015275-110717254173481526?l=stoppoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/feeds/110717254173481526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015275&amp;postID=110717254173481526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/110717254173481526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/110717254173481526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/2005/01/madforamoment.html' title='madforamoment`'/><author><name>Celine Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490398580851335430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8015275.post-110683390076154386</id><published>2005-01-27T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T22:40:01.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;nothing much but loads of tests now &amp; this upcoming wk..i just cant cant cant wait anymore longer for Chinese New Year holidays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;what do i do in school nowadays besides &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;TRYING&lt;/span&gt; to concentrate on studies?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;i oogle at ...... for 3/4 of my time in school. hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;well along with my other 2 or 3 or even &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;MORE &lt;/span&gt;friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;tt guy is just pure eye-candy.trust me.seeing is &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;SERIOUSLY&lt;/span&gt; believing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;his like a clone of Jay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;ok..just more a.p. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;but his &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; just cleans he wrong-doings away. *2 lines on face!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;He's e man...! and giant-blusher James Tandy too. ahahhahahahhahaaaaaaaa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015275-110683390076154386?l=stoppoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/feeds/110683390076154386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015275&amp;postID=110683390076154386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/110683390076154386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/110683390076154386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/2005/01/nothing-much-but-loads-of-tests-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Celine Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490398580851335430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8015275.post-110587687270983420</id><published>2005-01-16T19:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-16T20:03:11.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;sunday night already..another wk gone and another wk's coming my way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;was practically studying from ytd till today?...seriously hoping to pass tm's geography test cause i havent been passing them for the last 2 tests?..dumb yip. i want nabil!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;nothing much this wk, just pure boredom though gina's back..maybe cause we arent sitting together and it just makes talking so tough now, like how we were like trying hard to communicate during chinese period. Things were much easiler den, cause all we had to do was just scribble messages on our txtbks and act "guai" in front of the teacher and she wont even sense a single thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;also been stressed by chem jobs. made me stay back during recess and waiting for those late pp to hand up work?!...didnt even listen much during amaths lesson cause i was just busy whispering to get ppl to pass messages like "hand-up-chem-hmwk!" around class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;drama's just trauma and quite crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;join only if u're really crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;but toooooo bad i just have to live with it for 4mths. otherwise i'll get a straight F9 to my cca points. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Btw,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHOIR'S COLLAPSING!!! WHEE..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IM EVIL BUT ITS JUST HER RETRIBUTION....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;opps sorry. ah hahahahhahaaaaaaa&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;*runs away laughing*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015275-110587687270983420?l=stoppoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/feeds/110587687270983420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015275&amp;postID=110587687270983420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/110587687270983420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/110587687270983420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/2005/01/sunday-night-already.html' title=''/><author><name>Celine Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490398580851335430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8015275.post-110508189612876841</id><published>2005-01-07T15:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-07T15:12:03.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>finallyfinallyfinally!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;AH HAHA!!! finally people, THE WEEKENDS ARE FINALLY HERE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;its surprising how fast time passes by.cause just afew days ago i was still trying to adapt to early nights, tests shedules, piling homework &amp;amp; now, its simply unbelivable how fast time passes by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;this can only lead to one thing.&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;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;START REVISING SOON.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015275-110508189612876841?l=stoppoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/feeds/110508189612876841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015275&amp;postID=110508189612876841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/110508189612876841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/110508189612876841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/2005/01/finallyfinallyfinally.html' title='finallyfinallyfinally!'/><author><name>Celine Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490398580851335430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8015275.post-110492186786733860</id><published>2005-01-05T18:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-05T18:45:13.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stresssssss</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;cant believe that im made the CHEM REP!!! sorry..but im not excited at all for goodness sake. Of ALL the 3 science teachers, Tan, Chow, and Gan, i seriously think that Gan makes her reps. work the most...and their heads off!!! even today when i was ready to go home, heard lynn shouting for me at the concourse area...it was GAN lor..stupid. call me collect files first thing in the morning tml just cause reuben didnt rmb to do so. Killing reuben tml.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;School's so sian now...gina's away for psl and moreover, Tan when to change our seats and even made us sit in single rows so that we can all rot in boredom during lesson time..but maybe tt's just good for us la...i just need some adjusting to my new surroundings...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&amp;amp; its jean's birthday tml!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015275-110492186786733860?l=stoppoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/feeds/110492186786733860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015275&amp;postID=110492186786733860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/110492186786733860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/110492186786733860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/2005/01/stresssssss.html' title='stresssssss'/><author><name>Celine Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490398580851335430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8015275.post-110466340225961673</id><published>2005-01-02T18:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-02T18:56:42.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ringgggg~!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;argh...sch's starting in like 12hours later?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;i feel damn damn "sick" now..cause feels like all the tests &amp; extreme stress is coming back to me again. I need my Chinese New Year holidays fast!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;but at least there'll be my gd friends to hang out with again. phew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;*crosses fingers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015275-110466340225961673?l=stoppoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/feeds/110466340225961673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015275&amp;postID=110466340225961673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/110466340225961673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/110466340225961673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/2005/01/ringgggg.html' title='ringgggg~!'/><author><name>Celine Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490398580851335430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8015275.post-110412137206637027</id><published>2004-12-27T13:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-02T18:53:52.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pianist`</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;There are times when I hit on e keys of e piano, I feel as if i've opened a door I cannot comprehend, yet e world within can only be understood by me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015275-110412137206637027?l=stoppoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/feeds/110412137206637027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015275&amp;postID=110412137206637027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/110412137206637027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/110412137206637027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/2004/12/pianist.html' title='pianist`'/><author><name>Celine Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490398580851335430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8015275.post-110394997754251101</id><published>2004-12-25T13:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-25T12:48:55.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>merrychristmas`</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;hahahaa..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;merry christmas! but this yr's christmas is &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;extremely&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; boring, spent my entire morning watching mvp valentine... it must be that everyone's out to party &amp; im just staying stuck at home?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;this is the worst christmas ever...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;no party. no gifts. no him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;*oh ya...forgot to mention that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Muthu curry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; has expanded &amp;amp; upgraded themselves so much that it&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;shocked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; e crap out of my bro &amp;amp; i ytd.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;so proud of you, &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MUTHU&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015275-110394997754251101?l=stoppoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/feeds/110394997754251101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015275&amp;postID=110394997754251101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/110394997754251101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/110394997754251101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/2004/12/merrychristmas.html' title='merrychristmas`'/><author><name>Celine Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490398580851335430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8015275.post-110380039938612886</id><published>2004-12-23T18:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-23T19:17:05.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>exploded moments ago</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;ahhh...im really exhausted with all the walking today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;really really am. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;first me &amp; sarah met and Buzz then went to j8...went to eat first?..then went to check out the shedules for the KungFu Hustle seats and got our tickets.the show was starting at like 12.20 &amp;amp; we had so much time tt we were practically walking around the same few areas for dont know how many rounds...but ya..watched the movie and this pink girl beside me was irritating me with her &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;LOUD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; comments?...stupid fool. but the show was hilarious especially with the racing , spinning flower &amp; flying to sky part. Hoping to get the vcd soon..next yr? Wow tt's long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;so went on to Orchard library awhile.. &amp;amp; Cineleisure which is filled with so many styled ppl tt i felt like e 2 of us are dressed like we're heading for the markets...haha! didnt stayed there long cause we saw SHARON CHAN?...no offence but she shouted for sarah then me &amp; i was blur &amp;amp; we started running away from her..not really sure why but i know sarah practically hates her to the core.hahahaa. after tt &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;we wanted to go the loos &amp; headed for the mandarin hotel but just couldnt find a single cubical..wanted to act like a thai(her) &amp;amp; hknese(me) but still decided not to behave like 2 idiotic fools trying to fool the guards?..ahhaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;next stop was city hall--esplanade.Im really pissed tt i walked all the way to Esplanade hoping to borrow some piano bks but ended up u have to be a PREMIUM member to borrow them, i was like,"huh, what e..." so ended empty handed and decided to set on a coffee bean/starbucks quest &amp; headed to Suntec City...regretted it halfway through the way cause i could sense my eyes shutting and my legs were starting to cramp...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;reached the coffeebean outlet there and it was then when sarah realised she doesnt have enough cash?...like 20cts?!..hahaa but she still decided to go carrefour to get her meiji coffee milk...while i sipped on my ice-blended mocha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;5plus....was getting late after tt &amp;amp; decided to head home...sooooo tired noww...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;needing a leg massage noww...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015275-110380039938612886?l=stoppoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/feeds/110380039938612886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015275&amp;postID=110380039938612886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/110380039938612886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/110380039938612886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/2004/12/exploded-moments-ago.html' title='exploded moments ago'/><author><name>Celine Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490398580851335430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8015275.post-110370036231857584</id><published>2004-12-22T15:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T15:30:33.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>toughtogobackwhereweoncewere</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;chatting for the first of...6mths?&lt;br /&gt;super awkward...super weird...nothing to talk about...i feel like i wanna sign out.&lt;br /&gt;he's crapping away and me like quiet?...&lt;br /&gt;must survive this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015275-110370036231857584?l=stoppoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/feeds/110370036231857584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015275&amp;postID=110370036231857584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/110370036231857584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/110370036231857584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/2004/12/toughtogobackwhereweoncewere.html' title='toughtogobackwhereweoncewere'/><author><name>Celine Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490398580851335430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8015275.post-110369419639233696</id><published>2004-12-22T13:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T13:43:16.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>boredboredbored</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;im so bored i can die...left with chem. &amp; geo. homework.but my braincells just dont seem to work now..think they're getting rusty?..hahhaa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;phew...tml going out to library (nerd me) to borrow piano books and then go watch KUNGFU HUSTLE..it seems forever to wait for Stephen Chow's movies, i tell you. But its still worth the wait cause i've read movie reviews and he was like given 4.5 and 4 stars?! Ive nv seen Straits Times and Newpaper give so many stars to movies before..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;he's just a total classic comedian..that joker.hahhaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015275-110369419639233696?l=stoppoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/feeds/110369419639233696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015275&amp;postID=110369419639233696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/110369419639233696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/110369419639233696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/2004/12/boredboredbored.html' title='boredboredbored'/><author><name>Celine Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490398580851335430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8015275.post-110351981733150865</id><published>2004-12-20T13:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-20T13:21:12.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;havent been blogging lately...just kind of lazy to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;im so dead im so dead im so dead...y?...he found out?! oh shit...its either he's super smart or someone idiotically when to tell him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;IM SO GONNA KILL TT *** IF I EVER FOUND OUT WHO TT PERSON IS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;ya...but ive gonna over him but yet he hasnt found this out yet..he said he was always with limited words with us was cause he felt awkward...It didnt came from his mouth but it was Gina who told me.But she said she could sense he felt as disappointed as me on how our 3yrfriendship is wrapping up just like that..but i dont know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;now all i wan is for us to return to how we used to be-pure good friends.it was no wonder during the holidays tt whenever i came online and i see him, he just signs out just in a split second. i finally understood why. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;i just want to say im sorry if you're thinking tt me treating you nice &amp; being your gd friend is just a fake show in order to get close to you. but im not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;By e way, i finally understood your last sms.PerfectFriend. =j&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015275-110351981733150865?l=stoppoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/feeds/110351981733150865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015275&amp;postID=110351981733150865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/110351981733150865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/110351981733150865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/2004/12/havent-been-blogging-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>Celine Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490398580851335430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8015275.post-110162252033333356</id><published>2004-11-28T13:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-25T12:54:26.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Incomparable Jay Spendid Experience!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Wow Whee!!!!&lt;br /&gt;So darn nice k...hahahahaaaa....meet Sarah, Jean and Minqi also...then sat at A31 row 9 which is quite front la...hahahaa..at first there were these 3 red velvet curtains on stage...so when u enter...it just feels so much like u're watching his vcd or dreaming...everything seems so unreal and numb..hahaahha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while waiting....got a call from Sarah and said&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;JJ lin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; was here too...and it was then i saw him very near me...can see his face clearly and he abit act la and dancing again..---ahhaa..funny. but then he walked away again...after which i saw his pink shirt guy la..he quite big size and entering from our there and my brother said tt it was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;nan quan mama's Dai Pao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;..but no one seemed to care abt him..aha hahahaha..After that there was some commotion la..it was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Slyvester and Taufik&lt;/span&gt; from &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Sg Idol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;..liao they sat the best seats lor...lucky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So everything started at abt 8.45 and everyone screaming..they had his black tunnel things for Jay to walk through and some parts were not covered so some of them when to see...and they saw him and screamed so loudly till everyone looked at their direction...so everyone prepared hearts so watch his &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;POWER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; show...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;started with yi fu zhi ming where he came down from the cross and everyone started snapping pictures like crazy and waving lightsticks..so nice!!!...he sang a mixture of every album's songs la...so damn worth it..i was quite moved when he started singing Ni Ting De Dao and Ai Wo Bie Zou, which is currently the song i like..so darn nice!!! lucky kor got record the clip down...phew!&lt;br /&gt;I was so dazed i cant rmb much la..but its &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;power power power packed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...it just gives one goosebumps that i cant explain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somemore he's so close!!!!!!!! and he even jumped on the speakers at all 4 corners, driving everyone nuts. At that time u can just see his dimples, so adorable! its like &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;when i look at him upclose, its like im looking at my own Msn avatar picture...tt's how gd he looks...and tt's how photogenic he is.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahahha...one part very funny when Jay singing Shuang Dao cuz at our entrance there i noticed this guy in weird dressing and make-up..and my brother waved light sticks at him..then he &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;WINKED AND SMILED LIKE PERVERT AT US&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;..so funny!!! after tt he was gone...thought he was just some dancer but there's more to it&lt;strong&gt;..&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;.HE"S SUPPOSE TO BE THE ONE TT FIGHTS WITH JAY IN SHUANG DAO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt; it seems unbelievable cause he just smiled and u awhile ago and now he's fighting &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;one on one face to face with JAY CHOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;?! heheeh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it just ended with one extra song and him playing &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DRUMS AT OUR AREA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...u can just see him whacking the drums hard and his face...darn..so adorable!!!!!......couldnt stand it...and he threw his drumsticks to the audience as well!!!!! freak...so is the lucky ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haix..its hard to explain la..too much to be said...i just have one sentence to say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;experience it yourself...and u'll know` =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015275-110162252033333356?l=stoppoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/feeds/110162252033333356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015275&amp;postID=110162252033333356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/110162252033333356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/110162252033333356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/2004/11/incomparable-jay-spendid-experience.html' title='Incomparable Jay Spendid Experience!!!'/><author><name>Celine Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490398580851335430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8015275.post-110135911456950721</id><published>2004-11-25T13:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-20T12:36:16.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tearingapart///</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;so BORING lor..feeling bad cause supposed to go cousin's house to collect bks then suddenly cancelled it last minute yesterday night?!...but said sorry to her already...so i hope i dont give the impression tt im DAO like what most of my close friends call me..haha ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sucks!!!! JAY CHOU CONCERT IS LIKE TML AND I CANT GO CAUSE I GOING FOR THE 2ND ONE?!...1St i heard is always better la..but i dunno..i guess so la..HURRY KOR!!! GO COLLECT THE TICKETS FROM YOUR FRIEND NOWWWWW...NO more HESITATION!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------`************`--------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, time is passing by so darn quickly...cant believe it. Its has been 3 yrs going 4th that i had graduated from my primary sch and now am abt to graduate from secondary sch in one yrs' time?...its so fast....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rmbing the moment i stepped into the strange and old looking Rangoon Road School which seems so darn weird to me...met Gina and Sarah...we were always hanging out together..had our frequent disagreements but still made up again...Sarah and I would always be loggerheads..cause during primary sch I was her Suan Target..haha..but soon enough we got used to our shits and became great friends or so i thought..3rd yr now and it seems tt we ARE drifting apart...Sarah has her own grp of friends now though we still are rather gd pals and i found out recently tt Gina isnt asking us to movie trips but chose to go with others instead...rather saddening eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i see we cant really hang out as much and talk shit as much as we used to last time when we came together with the same thought in our minds which is fear &amp; helplessness..fear &amp;amp; helplessness brought us together, bonding us with an invisible string called Friendship...&lt;br /&gt;Though they still are my main grp of friends tt i love so much tt i just share simply everything and able to me myself at ease with..i think the Invisible String is already starting to wear out &amp;amp; tearing apart....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still even if it does tear..i'll still always rmb them for helping me out during tough times and the experiences they have unexpectedly brought me through these yrs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sMiLe!!! =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015275-110135911456950721?l=stoppoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/feeds/110135911456950721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015275&amp;postID=110135911456950721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/110135911456950721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/110135911456950721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/2004/11/tearingapart.html' title='tearingapart///'/><author><name>Celine Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490398580851335430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8015275.post-110092459788398173</id><published>2004-11-20T13:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-20T12:37:03.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First movie in many months!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Yawn....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was so very bored yesterday that me and sarah went to catch a movie..intially wanted to watch "SharkTales".but ended up watching a Thai horror flim called "Shutter" instead. Man! that movie totally scared the hell out of both of us! It just took last then 1/2 an hour to wish to get out of the cinema..cause we kept looking at my watch to check is it time to get out..hahaha! But its nice la..the movie..the actor quite shuai. Just hate it when they like to make those weird sounds like suddenly "BANG!" like tt..oh ya! n got one scene is so damn funny..Tun was in the toilet cubical and the toilet roll ran out *he should have came n look for me! i have tons n tons of those* so he went n ask the next door person..but the hand handing him the tissue freaked him out cause it was painted red and so pointed..ahaa..so he ran out and kick the door open..to find a &lt;strong&gt;Transvestite &lt;/strong&gt;guy in the cubical..saying "can i take a poo first?" and tiling his face slighty in that faint voice..hahahahaahhahaa. It was tt part tt really brought the whole cinema in laughters..funny.laughed so damn hard. Anyway...the whole show was a terror..ended up the shuai guy become "ki siao" cause he keeps thinking that the ghost is ridding on him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after 1.5 hours of rollercoaster, we went to eat our burgers la..cause in cinema too scared to eat.Eat liao then we went to buy a b-day present for Gina..cause her b-day is next wk..24th Nov. ya..hahaa...we both picked a orange cup with a rather cute cat imprinted on it...still owe Sarah 5.20..must try to save it liao..after that Sarah had to go n meet her mum first so i went alone to give gina her present and she said she really love it alot..Good.hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least yesterday didnt go to waste! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015275-110092459788398173?l=stoppoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/feeds/110092459788398173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015275&amp;postID=110092459788398173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/110092459788398173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015275/posts/default/110092459788398173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoppoo.blogspot.com/2004/11/first-movie-in-many-months.html' title='First movie in many months!'/><author><name>Celine Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490398580851335430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>
