<?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-8207666</id><updated>2011-08-06T06:05:52.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>make it real or take it all away.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>del</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>233</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8207666.post-116827312084081393</id><published>2007-01-09T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T14:55:21.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;s&gt;A new URL for the new year. (link)&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8207666-116827312084081393?l=thirteeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/feeds/116827312084081393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8207666&amp;postID=116827312084081393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/116827312084081393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/116827312084081393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/2007/01/new-url-for-new-year.html' title=''/><author><name>del</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8207666.post-116594236254212608</id><published>2006-12-13T01:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T01:05:21.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have nothing to do after watching the last of &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/War_and_Destiny"&gt;War and Destiny&lt;/a&gt; DVDs that my mum borrowed and I don't want to study so please give me more Hong Kong drama DVDs to watch!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8207666-116594236254212608?l=thirteeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/feeds/116594236254212608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8207666&amp;postID=116594236254212608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/116594236254212608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/116594236254212608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-have-nothing-to-do-after-watching.html' title=''/><author><name>del</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8207666.post-116593509118572784</id><published>2006-12-12T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T22:51:31.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Late night shopping at Marina Square rocks (despite the crowds).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thirteeen/320488935/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/142/320488935_3fd1805bb8_m.jpg" alt="10122006032" height="180" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost every other shops give discounts up till 30% or more, depending on which. Topshop offers 10% for non-members and 20% for members; Lacoste offers 25% off apparel, bags and shoes; Women's Secrets where I got my stuff from offers 30% storewide discount, so what more not to head down to Marina this weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More info &lt;a href="http://www.marinasquare.com.sg/web/sh_events_promotions.aspx#372"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8207666-116593509118572784?l=thirteeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/feeds/116593509118572784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8207666&amp;postID=116593509118572784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/116593509118572784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/116593509118572784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/2006/12/late-night-shopping-at-marina-square.html' title=''/><author><name>del</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8207666.post-116413434185860836</id><published>2006-11-22T02:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T02:39:01.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I felt helpless tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8207666-116413434185860836?l=thirteeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/feeds/116413434185860836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8207666&amp;postID=116413434185860836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/116413434185860836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/116413434185860836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-felt-helpless-tonight.html' title=''/><author><name>del</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8207666.post-116395716819208456</id><published>2006-11-20T01:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T01:26:08.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thirteeen/301019941/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/103/301019941_1d4e494b33_m.jpg" alt="farawayfoods_1919_27004219" height="236" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bovril"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/a&gt; link on Cowboy Caleb's page and I suddenly missed Bovril! Who doesn't know what's that man!! I grew up on Bovril with porridge which is like super duper yummilious!! Even my fat boyfriend loves it! x) But it was removed from shelves for a period of time but recently brought back; people said it was the Mad Cow's Disease since Bovril was made from beef extract, but the website says &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"following export ban on beef, but since that was  lifted in March of this year..."&lt;/span&gt;. Yay, I love Bovril.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thirteeen/301017412/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/110/301017412_60331ca9d3_m.jpg" alt="bovrilsh" height="240" width="168" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thirteeen/301017356/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/119/301017356_3cf4350f81_m.jpg" alt="bovrilbm" height="240" width="159" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the posters and you know Bovril is so cool la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.medianet.ca/bovril/bvrlinfo/bvrlinfo.htm"&gt;For the Love of Bovril&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.unilever.co.uk/ourbrands/foods/bovril.asp"&gt;Unilever&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Bovril is the lu&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rrr&lt;/span&gt;ve!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E-Learning this week, hurray! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8207666-116395716819208456?l=thirteeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/feeds/116395716819208456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8207666&amp;postID=116395716819208456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/116395716819208456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/116395716819208456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/2006/11/saw-wikipedia-link-on-cowboy-calebs.html' title=''/><author><name>del</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8207666.post-116343662712143731</id><published>2006-11-14T00:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T00:59:56.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So people tell me I don't write about my 'pak tor-ing", so I'm writing a post now about my "date" today! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a bus to town cos I wanted to see something at FEP. Didn't buy anything though. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thirteeen/296481643/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/120/296481643_cd21d19cd2_m.jpg" alt="13112006555" height="240" width="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed to Penninsula Plaza cos Dennis wanted to get some plain tees from this shop called Spitfire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took 80 to Vivocity specially for this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thirteeen/296481769/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/104/296481769_91ec39cb80_m.jpg" alt="13112006598" height="180" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thirteeen/296481711/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/102/296481711_7cf56007a2_m.jpg" alt="13112006586" height="180" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a huge strawberry floor mat that costs 100 bucks and I'm soooo gonna &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;psycho &lt;/span&gt;my parents to get it for mememe!! Actually these items are from this shop called "Mother Garden". The first time I encountered it was in Yokohama and I lurrrve it so much!! Adorably &lt;s&gt;useless&lt;/s&gt; cute stuffed toys and furniture no one can resist, heh. I have this super cuddley seal called Sirotan from there. The website's &lt;a href="http://www.creativeyoko.co.jp"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we walked around and decided that actually, Vivocity is a damn boring and crowded place, so we took a train back to Boon Lay for dinner at Fish &amp; Co.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thirteeen/296481831/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/114/296481831_1a769ed27c_m.jpg" alt="13112006603" height="180" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, this outlet at Jurong Point has a limited menu and does not serve its signature big Fish Drink! Pfft. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thirteeen/296482000/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/112/296482000_33858a08c4_m.jpg" alt="collage30" height="180" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos that should never see the light of day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thirteeen/296481958/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/116/296481958_012adb251f_m.jpg" alt="13112006610" height="180" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seafood platter for 2. Yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thirteeen/296482089/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/99/296482089_7c241b2048_m.jpg" alt="11112006530" height="240" width="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is starting to post up Christmas-y photos, so here's mine (that have been edited using Picasa, pfft.)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To end, I just want to say that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ONLINE SHOPPING IS THE BANE OF MY LIFE&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thirteeen/296482034/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/122/296482034_8c3188bade_m.jpg" alt="collage31" height="240" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Images from &lt;a href="http://www.davidandgoliathtees.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8207666-116343662712143731?l=thirteeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/feeds/116343662712143731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8207666&amp;postID=116343662712143731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/116343662712143731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/116343662712143731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/2006/11/so-people-tell-me-i-dont-write-about.html' title=''/><author><name>del</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8207666.post-116153580653691868</id><published>2006-10-23T00:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T00:50:06.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When I finally decide to attempt &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;some &lt;/span&gt;tutorial questions,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;THEY GOTTA BE SO DAMN TOUGH!?!!!?!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And there's nobody online to seek help from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boo. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8207666-116153580653691868?l=thirteeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/feeds/116153580653691868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8207666&amp;postID=116153580653691868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/116153580653691868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/116153580653691868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/2006/10/when-i-finally-decide-to-attempt-some.html' title=''/><author><name>del</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8207666.post-116093177825515913</id><published>2006-10-16T00:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T01:02:58.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I want:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sakae buffet,&lt;br /&gt;Kenny Rogers,&lt;br /&gt;Jack's Place,&lt;br /&gt;Zi Char,&lt;br /&gt;Bah Kut Teh and&lt;br /&gt;Frog Leg porridge!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8207666-116093177825515913?l=thirteeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/feeds/116093177825515913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8207666&amp;postID=116093177825515913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/116093177825515913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/116093177825515913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-want-sakae-buffet-kenny-rogers-jacks.html' title=''/><author><name>del</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8207666.post-116057879921531663</id><published>2006-10-11T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T22:59:59.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What I worked my guts out for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thirteeen/266951069/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/115/266951069_56b5c932d8_m.jpg" alt="before/after" height="180" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$257.46. Yes, that's the damage done. No doubt I feel the pain, but it's something I saved/worked for, so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made a reservation for 2 at Sun with Moon Dining last Friday. It was goooood. Though I work in a restaurant myself, I too become the average customer when I'm not in uniform. The place was great; nice ambience and wayyy better than *cough* where I work *cough*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thirteeen/266950830/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/117/266950830_bf109b3d93_m.jpg" alt="collage27" height="240" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got tucked away in the far end of the restuarant in this little cushioned sofa. Table settings were placed in the corner of the table, in other words, self serve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thirteeen/266950931/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/102/266950931_6e40087850_m.jpg" alt="collage28" height="240" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting from top L-R: Kani Tomogo Toji; spinach, crab meat, mushrooms in egg-y soup, Yari Ika Butter Yaki; buttered squid which was real good! The meat was chewy yet was easily digested, Yakiniki; fried beef slices with raw egg yolk and rice, Gyu Tan Miso stew; ox tongue stew. Somehow the dishes we ordered all came in little shallow pots. They were all very nice, especially love the buttered squid and beef rice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for desserts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thirteeen/266950976/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/111/266950976_5458d095be_m.jpg" alt="collage29" height="240" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top L-R: Peach Punch and Grapefruit Sour (not too good); Tofu cheesecake; which Dennis didn't like but I loved, Sweet Box; which was a combination of 4 dessert items that is changed on a daily basis, and Kyodango &amp; Warabi Mochi; japanese rice cakes which we both like. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The damage done:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thirteeen/266951044/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/108/266951044_6980e5f5cf_m.jpg" alt="11102006169" height="240" width="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;$122.15&lt;/span&gt;! We decided to go dutch so as to "reduce" the damage a little, heh. It was good though! Love the whole experience. Will go back again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent like over $300 in a day, which took me like 54 fucking hours to earn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is starting next Monday, and I dread it like I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;always &lt;/span&gt;do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8207666-116057879921531663?l=thirteeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/feeds/116057879921531663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8207666&amp;postID=116057879921531663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/116057879921531663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/116057879921531663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/2006/10/what-i-worked-my-guts-out-for-257.html' title=''/><author><name>del</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8207666.post-115954771106582835</id><published>2006-09-30T00:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T00:35:11.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.sbstransit.com.sg/press/2005dec_23-1.aspx"&gt;Enhancement&lt;/a&gt; my ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"To provide faster journeys"&lt;/span&gt;, yes.&lt;br /&gt;Spend 45 minutes waiting for a 30-minute bus ride, hell &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remind me again why I should not wait 45 fucking minutes for (ironically) &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Express &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;fucking &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;502&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8207666-115954771106582835?l=thirteeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/feeds/115954771106582835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8207666&amp;postID=115954771106582835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/115954771106582835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/115954771106582835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/2006/09/enhancement-my-ass.html' title=''/><author><name>del</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8207666.post-115877266939963220</id><published>2006-09-21T01:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T01:17:49.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eat your hearts out &lt;s&gt;you foolish mortals&lt;/s&gt; everyone. xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thirteeen/248339754/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/96/248339754_7d1ecfbaec_m.jpg" alt="17092006025" height="240" width="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thirteeen/248339951/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/89/248339951_5b079bfcea_m.jpg" alt="18092006028" height="180" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8207666-115877266939963220?l=thirteeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/feeds/115877266939963220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8207666&amp;postID=115877266939963220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/115877266939963220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/115877266939963220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/2006/09/eat-your-hearts-out-you-foolish.html' title=''/><author><name>del</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8207666.post-115834392696206859</id><published>2006-09-16T02:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T02:12:07.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Photo update for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new(yet again) iPod family:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thirteeen/243977920/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/82/243977920_02538127e8_m.jpg" alt="newipod2" height="118" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New iPod shuffle, nano blahblah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "remastered" iPod nano, as they call it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thirteeen/243977873/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/87/243977873_fa98ebeee2_m.jpg" alt="newipod" height="121" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More like a mini and nano combination eh? Seen it today at the Apple store. It's so light and weightless it feels almost fake and nonexistent in my hands. But well, it's sleek and cool and I'm &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;sooo &lt;/span&gt;gonna get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favouritest mooncake in the world:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thirteeen/243986453/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/98/243986453_779e245349_m.jpg" alt="collage23" height="180" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Custard snowskin mooncake one gets to eat once a year from East Ocean. There's one missing because I couldn't resist temptation and gobbled it in the car. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you guys so damn much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thirteeen/243977960/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/83/243977960_d663cf2136_m.jpg" alt="IMG_0615" height="160" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clowning around with the Mickey glove-shaped cookie I made for them! Should have held up the frames I made too. Quick, go take one and send it to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thirteeen/243978006/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/85/243978006_499fa8ac97_m.jpg" alt="IMG_0942" height="160" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh-so-cool&lt;/span&gt; uniform they get to wear, hurhur. Look so stylo can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fatny: Nah, bottle with apple soda spilled in my bag and drenched everything. :'(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8207666-115834392696206859?l=thirteeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/feeds/115834392696206859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8207666&amp;postID=115834392696206859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/115834392696206859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/115834392696206859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/2006/09/photo-update-for-now.html' title=''/><author><name>del</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8207666.post-115808388937329018</id><published>2006-09-13T01:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T01:59:38.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Soaked and wrinkled Gucci wallet:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thirteeen/241641630/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/86/241641630_a5c9786fcc_m.jpg" alt="13092006021" height="240" width="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great, I so fucking want to kill myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8207666-115808388937329018?l=thirteeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/feeds/115808388937329018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8207666&amp;postID=115808388937329018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/115808388937329018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/115808388937329018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/2006/09/soaked-and-wrinkled-gucci-wallet-great.html' title=''/><author><name>del</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8207666.post-115728161214933483</id><published>2006-09-03T19:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T19:06:52.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*waves*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye fannyruiyufenpaulyang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys will be sorely missed.&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/8207666-115728161214933483?l=thirteeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/feeds/115728161214933483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8207666&amp;postID=115728161214933483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/115728161214933483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/115728161214933483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/2006/09/waves-goodbye-fannyruiyufenpaulyang.html' title=''/><author><name>del</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8207666.post-115600016915751158</id><published>2006-08-19T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T23:09:29.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A classic Sesame Street film from the 70's about how crayons are made. I didn't know crayons were made like this until I saw the clip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oJJcZ4BGPnc" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/82/219156985_112140c7d3_m.jpg" alt="crayons1" height="197" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Clicking the image will link you to the page on Youtube.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8207666-115600016915751158?l=thirteeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/feeds/115600016915751158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8207666&amp;postID=115600016915751158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/115600016915751158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/115600016915751158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/2006/08/classic-sesame-street-film-from-70s.html' title=''/><author><name>del</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8207666.post-115558244522052450</id><published>2006-08-15T19:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T20:53:45.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did it. IP was pretty alright, wasn't as quite a disaster as I thought it might be. Well, at least my group doesn't deserve the label 'disaster' as much as *&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cough&lt;/span&gt;* others *&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cough&lt;/span&gt;*. In fact I think we did pretty well (compared to the rest) eh? I guess the sleepless nights and hours spent on it can be considered 'well spent'? But we won't be able to know our grades, so I have no idea if it's justified, heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't give a f*ck if I sound arrogant or over-confident, but I dare say not all understood the idea of '&lt;s&gt;Intergrated&lt;/s&gt; Integrated Presentation". So what if the guidelines were duly followed and done? Does the part on Market Research support whatever they recommended? Sheesh. On a lighter note, I think Koh Cheng Mun is damn &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;zai&lt;/span&gt;, and I never really intended to be rude to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thirteeen/215271505/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/60/215271505_7d6f77dff5_m.jpg" alt="collage26" height="180" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my lovely groupmates and our super beautiful storyboard and faux  print ad. Oh, the company we did this for. (&lt;a href="http://www.threebeauties.com"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;. Met Dennis after IP and went home to snooze. Was supposed to meet the rest at 630PM at Wheelock but only woke up at 630. So by the time we got down it was an hour later. I know I'm the birthday girl but I honestly swear I didn't mean to be late! Wanted to dine at Sun with Moon restaurant but it was full, so we settled for Fish&amp;Co. instead. Thanks for the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not-so-surprising&lt;/span&gt; surprise (oops) but I definitely enjoyed myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thirteeen/215241355/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/88/215241355_c4b62dc946_m.jpg" alt="11082006187" height="180" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What they do best at Fish&amp;Co...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thirteeen/215241536/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/62/215241536_8bdc59f7ac_m.jpg" alt="11082006193" height="180" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A not-so-perfect cake... who's the culprit &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ah? &lt;/span&gt;:P&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thirteeen/215241118/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/79/215241118_571665209d_m.jpg" alt="collage2" height="180" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lu&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rrr&lt;/span&gt;ve the cake so damn much. Thank you Fatny, even though you weren't there, Deow understands your intentions very very much. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thirteeen/215259737/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/69/215259737_78eb6e3d89_m.jpg" alt="14082006261" height="240" width="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Lay Chin, Limei and Rebecca - even though I *&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;still&lt;/span&gt;* have yet to figure how you guys actually found your way there, I just wanna say a big Thank you for taking time just to pass me the lovely gift. :) Yes it's Strawberry Shortcake, hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Saturday. &lt;/span&gt;Movies, dinner, dessert. Nothing fancy, something we did countless times before, but still I adore your company &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so so &lt;/span&gt;much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thirteeen/215259797/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/59/215259797_0ebc665e22_m.jpg" alt="collage1.1" height="179" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Sweet. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt;. I got home exactly at midnight and my Dad casually asked, 'What time is it now?' then I replied '12 o clock lor'. And he said, 'Happy Birthday ah'. Haha so funny can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thirteeen/215241182/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/78/215241182_2a4302eb52_m.jpg" alt="collage3" height="181" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to do Coca but they only serve ala carte and not buffet for dinner so we went to Crystal Jade instead. Not sure if it's called CJ Palace, but it's the one on the 4th level at Ngee Ann City. I still want my Coca. For as long as I remember, every birthday we'll either dine at Lei Garden (dim sum) or Coca (steamboat buffet!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had an early dinner and went to shop around after that. Bought formal clothes from G2000! Like finally, because I've always worn my Mum's formal blouses for presentations simply because I don't have any formal wear (save for pants/skirts). Oh which reminds me, Koh Cheng Mun commented that the blouse I wore for IP was nice! Hurhur so funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thirteeen/215259484/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/76/215259484_ef8dece811_m.jpg" alt="13082006257" height="240" width="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the toilet at CJ. Actually I wore the same outfit for Friday night and Sunday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so that sums up my three-day birthday celebration (oops). Am nineteen now; last year of being a "teen" like many said. I guess the age thing comes in after you hit 20? Heh. Anyhow, many thanks to those who sent their greetings. And those who didn't, it's not too late. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to mention this. Did anyone see the Singapore Idol trailer where they said something about 'not showing faces because it's time to listen up'? And they also said something about remembering this is a singing competition? Omg I think it's damn amusing, hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for hols. Can't wait. Can't wait. But I dread it too, cause it means that fatnyfatruiyufenpaulyang are gonna leave. Boo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8207666-115558244522052450?l=thirteeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/feeds/115558244522052450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8207666&amp;postID=115558244522052450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/115558244522052450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/115558244522052450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/2006/08/yes.html' title=''/><author><name>del</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8207666.post-115488546160944266</id><published>2006-08-07T01:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T01:31:01.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This post is specially dedicated to IP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Fuck you.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm *&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt;* looking forward to your demise this Friday, and congratulations for making me hate you more than I dread the term exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;P/S: Somebody's turning nineteen! Wheeee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8207666-115488546160944266?l=thirteeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/feeds/115488546160944266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8207666&amp;postID=115488546160944266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/115488546160944266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/115488546160944266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/2006/08/this-post-is-specially-dedicated-to-ip.html' title=''/><author><name>del</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8207666.post-115314884011733982</id><published>2006-07-17T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T23:07:20.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't put into words how much I &lt;em&gt;D-R-E-A-D&lt;/em&gt; school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will this ever end?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8207666-115314884011733982?l=thirteeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/feeds/115314884011733982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8207666&amp;postID=115314884011733982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/115314884011733982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/115314884011733982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/2006/07/oh-god.html' title=''/><author><name>del</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8207666.post-115272260938412971</id><published>2006-07-13T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T00:46:20.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Who in the right sense of mind, would want a 3rd year student with numerous projects and assignments from core modules, to write a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCKING &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; PAGE REPORT ON CUSTOMER SERVICE PHILOSOPHY?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's only a fucking IS module?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Core modules don't even require such &lt;strong&gt;shit&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck it fuck it fuck it fuck it fuck it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, even Marketing Research doesn't put me off &lt;em&gt;*that*&lt;/em&gt; much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to punch my CSC tutor. Really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8207666-115272260938412971?l=thirteeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/feeds/115272260938412971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8207666&amp;postID=115272260938412971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/115272260938412971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/115272260938412971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/2006/07/who-in-right-sense-of-mind-would-want.html' title=''/><author><name>del</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8207666.post-115263489059363706</id><published>2006-07-12T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T00:21:30.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My dad picked me and my mum from Lakeside MRT just now cause I met her after work to get the Gucci bag (see previous entry).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the car just now, out of the blue, my dad asked me if I know "the blogger mr brown". I was surprised, and exclaimed, "wah, you also know him ah". Then he went on and asked if I knew about the brown &lt;a href="http://www.mrbrown.com/blog/2006/07/regarding_today.html"&gt;fiasco &lt;/a&gt;and his suspension etc. And obviously I knew since brown is one of my favourite writers and he's on my "Daily Feeds" on the right column. So we talked about it for a while and my dad even watched some of his videos "about the 4 million smiles" or something (which I wasn't sure cause I think those videos are a little overhyped) but yea, my dad went on to tell me about the education thing about mee pok?? And he did all this in his office/ work time, hurhur. He even laughed at my mum cause she didn't know what we were talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the point is - my dad read online blogs and the next thing I know, he might be googling Lim Wei Qi Dellia and searching for my blog (no need to cause the URL can be found in desktop downstairs) and finding out about my incessant swearings. Uh. Freaky la! =S But my dad is so cool and he's one of the most intelligent men in my life (next being my brother).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hello daddy. Thank you for the phone I like it a lot, especially the 3 megapixel camera.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Don't ask what about Dennis, because he is the most important person in my life. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8207666-115263489059363706?l=thirteeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/feeds/115263489059363706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8207666&amp;postID=115263489059363706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/115263489059363706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/115263489059363706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-dad-picked-me-and-my-mum-from.html' title=''/><author><name>del</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8207666.post-115254385218482695</id><published>2006-07-10T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T23:04:12.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dellia is a happy girl because...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I GOT MY TAMAGOTCHI!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thirteeen/186426513/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="Image012" src="http://static.flickr.com/26/186426513_69bf529a54_m.jpg" width="192" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought it on Saturday at Action City (Heeren). My mum somehow managed to find out that stocks are coming in on Saturday so I went down all the way from Jurong to get the &lt;s&gt;stupid&lt;/s&gt; precious eggy. Paid $34.95 for it. I saw the Japanese version selling at $69.90 at the toy shop at Wheelock and I think it (the English version) retails at $29.90 at Seiyu. Only 3 designs came in and the other two were pink and not-as-nice so I chose the red one with a pair of angel wings, how very cute. Hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dennis likes this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thirteeen/186426988/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="ea_1_b" src="http://static.flickr.com/47/186426988_866e17e9e4_m.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I think it's quite hard to get this design. :( Nobody to play with my little pet, boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thirteeen/186426964/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="02855" src="http://static.flickr.com/55/186426964_9e798e7789_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this design the most among the other few but can't seem to find it leh. Nevertheless I'm happy. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing to be happy about:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thirteeen/186427138/"&gt;&lt;img height="204" alt="n80withcc" src="http://static.flickr.com/64/186427138_e50deec512_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(I stole the picture off the website above)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not quite used to the phone yet though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think my mum's gonna get this!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thirteeen/186428985/"&gt;&lt;img height="160" alt="gucci_horsebit" src="http://static.flickr.com/45/186428985_d344b7cf8f_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay yay yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thirteeen/186428519/"&gt;&lt;img height="143" alt="coach_hobo2" src="http://static.flickr.com/65/186428519_108ec0c860_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8207666-115254385218482695?l=thirteeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/feeds/115254385218482695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8207666&amp;postID=115254385218482695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/115254385218482695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/115254385218482695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/2006/07/dellia-is-happy-girl-because.html' title=''/><author><name>del</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8207666.post-115185827049415155</id><published>2006-07-03T00:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T11:54:22.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh the adorable shite...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thirteeen/179864006/"&gt;&lt;img height="162" alt="tamagotchi_connexion_v3_1" src="http://static.flickr.com/55/179864006_3ebf52204b_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes cause they are back. Bigger, better, more colourful, and cute as ever!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thirteeen/179864213/"&gt;&lt;img height="192" alt="bg1280" src="http://static.flickr.com/55/179864213_bb14f2d95a_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This new ver. 3 allows pets to interact with other pets over a infrared connection (Like handphone hor? Maybe they should have used Bluetooth instead, hurhur). The website says that "your pets can exchange gifts, play games, 'court' each other, get married and even have babies! The level of interaction is truly impressive - if you hold two of the pets near each other, one will leap into the other screen and give flowers." Now tell me, how more adorable can these eggs get.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8207666-115185827049415155?l=thirteeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/feeds/115185827049415155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8207666&amp;postID=115185827049415155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/115185827049415155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/115185827049415155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/2006/07/oh-adorable-shite_03.html' title=''/><author><name>del</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8207666.post-115116597906834157</id><published>2006-06-25T00:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T00:19:39.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Currently doing my Marcom project using Coca-Cola and I happen to chance upon this video...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;a href="http://gprime.net/video.php/pepsivscocacola"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite amusing eh? I have nothing against CC in fact I like Coke more than Pepsi but, kudos to the person who came up with this. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8207666-115116597906834157?l=thirteeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/feeds/115116597906834157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8207666&amp;postID=115116597906834157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/115116597906834157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/115116597906834157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/2006/06/currently-doing-my-marcom-project.html' title=''/><author><name>del</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8207666.post-115073086397242909</id><published>2006-06-19T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T23:41:03.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>More photos from Japan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thirteeen/168848374/"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSCF0443" src="http://static.flickr.com/74/168848374_6239e451fe_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Street artist (if that's what you call him) in some park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thirteeen/168848464/"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSCF0444" src="http://static.flickr.com/76/168848464_2f17c41b1a_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His many colourful works and yea, they all look kinda alike eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thirteeen/168849307/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="DSCF0465" src="http://static.flickr.com/76/168849307_1ac4126e68_m.jpg" width="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's his impression of me. Was wearing the black coat over a purple tee, hm and silver hoop earrings instead of gold. We could give him any amount we wanted to, 100 Yen or 1000 Yen it's all up to you. Me and my cousin gave him 1000 Yen each, which works out to be about 13 Singapore dollars or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thirteeen/168849208/"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSCF0012" src="http://static.flickr.com/77/168849208_531c48c8c1_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Metal birds on a metal railing with knitted clothes. How very cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thirteeen/168849033/"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSCF0427" src="http://static.flickr.com/57/168849033_c6a0c34917_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gigantic takoyaki balls from a streetside stall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thirteeen/168848691/"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSCF0402" src="http://static.flickr.com/65/168848691_b662a95082_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Train carriage for women only? (Well that's because they think women don't hurt each other...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thirteeen/168848606/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="DSCF0398" src="http://static.flickr.com/65/168848606_c8f134408a_m.jpg" width="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Machine that dispenses coupons in exchange for food at one of the subway stations. Of course you have to pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thirteeen/149374728/"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSCF0210" src="http://static.flickr.com/46/149374728_bc069a755d_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Japanese pancakes like those we have here in Singapore. Look at the amount of red bean paste they give - well, that is the only difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thirteeen/168848273/"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSCF0380" src="http://static.flickr.com/69/168848273_8fc77f0c4f_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apple store(!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, I want an iPod video and a MacBook!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8207666-115073086397242909?l=thirteeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/feeds/115073086397242909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8207666&amp;postID=115073086397242909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/115073086397242909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/115073086397242909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/2006/06/more-photos-from-japan.html' title=''/><author><name>del</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8207666.post-115013139021858766</id><published>2006-06-13T00:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T00:56:30.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Come back quick please. I miss you real bad. It's just not the same without you around..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8207666-115013139021858766?l=thirteeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/feeds/115013139021858766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8207666&amp;postID=115013139021858766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/115013139021858766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/115013139021858766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/2006/06/come-back-quick-please.html' title=''/><author><name>del</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8207666.post-115004639933024118</id><published>2006-06-11T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T00:12:55.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;For you:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thirteeen/164952595/"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="collage9" src="http://static.flickr.com/62/164952595_624c024278_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no combination of words&lt;br /&gt;I could put on the back of a postcard&lt;br /&gt;And no song that I could sing, but I can try for your heart&lt;br /&gt;Our dreams, and they are made out of real things&lt;br /&gt;Like a shoebox of photographs with sepia tone loving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is the answer&lt;br /&gt;At least for most of the questions in my heart&lt;br /&gt;Why are we here and where do we go&lt;br /&gt;And how come it's so hard&lt;br /&gt;It's not always easy and sometimes life can be deceiving&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you one thing&lt;br /&gt;It's always better when we're together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm, it's always better when we're together&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, we'll look at the stars when we're together&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's always better when we're together&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it's always better when we're together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all of these moments just might find a way into my dreams tonight&lt;br /&gt;But I know that they'll be gone when the morning light sings&lt;br /&gt;Or brings new things for tomorrow night you see&lt;br /&gt;That they'll be gone too, too many things I have to do&lt;br /&gt;But if all of these dreams might find their way into my day to day scene&lt;br /&gt;I'd be under the impression I was somewhere in between&lt;br /&gt;With only two, just me and you, not so many things we got to do&lt;br /&gt;Or places we got to be, we'll sit beneath the mango tree now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it's always better when we're together&lt;br /&gt;Mmm, we're somewhere in between together&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's always better when we're together&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it's always better when we're together (mmm)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in memories, they look so, so pretty when I sleep&lt;br /&gt;And when I wake up, you look so pretty sleeping next to me&lt;br /&gt;But there is not enough time&lt;br /&gt;And there is no, no song I could sing&lt;br /&gt;And there is no combination of words I could say&lt;br /&gt;But I will still tell you one thing&lt;br /&gt;We're better together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's been a year and guess what, we're better off together. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8207666-115004639933024118?l=thirteeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/feeds/115004639933024118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8207666&amp;postID=115004639933024118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/115004639933024118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/115004639933024118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/2006/06/for-you-there-is-no-combination-of.html' title=''/><author><name>del</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8207666.post-114909056972032628</id><published>2006-06-01T12:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T00:03:51.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thirteeen/157176762/"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="edit1_edit" src="http://static.flickr.com/51/157176762_64a4082513_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Touched down at the Tokyo Narita Airport at 7AM plus. It was freezing (to me) and I had to open up my luggage to get the trench coat out. I can't stand the cold but still it was nice and chilly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think in Japan there are so many vending machines everywhere that every 100 metres you walk you can see one. And it's not those cheapo canned drinks like ours here but nicely bottled ones. I bought a total of 7 (or is it 8) bottles, one a day during my stay there. Will put up a picture soon. I hope. The pictures on the right is the market near my aunt's place in Bandobashi... it's clean and nice and everyone is basically friendly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thirteeen/151230734/"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="collage18" src="http://static.flickr.com/55/151230734_45bbc746a9_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We happen to catch a parade too! It was some Golden Week celebration parade or what; these people came from very, very far away to Yokohama which was the last stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thirteeen/157176721/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="collage20_edit" src="http://static.flickr.com/67/157176721_f2fefb11b7_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is some temple we visited at Asakusa. It was during the Golden Week celebrations and it was bleeding crowded. The weather was sunny with the occasional strong gusts of chilly wind thus I had my coat on. To me it was cold but not to the extent that I will shiver and teeth will chatter kind. The temple was smoky with all the incense and smoke, and I tell you temples in Japan make good money. Want an amulet? Pay XXX Yen. Want to make a wish or offering? Pay XXX Yen. But the amulets are nicely packaged, everything speaks of &lt;em&gt;packagingpackagingpackaging&lt;/em&gt; in Japan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thirteeen/157198006/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="collage19_edit" src="http://static.flickr.com/50/157198006_2aed42a3b9_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fucking complicated subway lines. More than 30 over lines to Tokyo alone if I'm not wrong... From where we stay at Bandobashi, we gotta take a subway to Yokohama, walk a distance and take more trains to Tokyo and everywhere else. And transport in Japan wipes you clean of your money. Starting rate for taxis is like, 680 Yen? About $7-8 Singapore dollars! A train ride to Tokyo is about 500-600 Yen? Can't remember, too long ago liao. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thirteeen/152465033/"&gt;&lt;img height="182" alt="mosburger1" src="http://static.flickr.com/52/152465033_cbaa7f4f7c_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mos Burger at the street near where we stay. The Mos Burger in Japan is different from that of Singapore. There, the fries in the set meals comes &lt;em&gt;with&lt;/em&gt; onion rings. And onion rings isn't like Burger King's. It's a real onion ring with some flour coating, only thing the onion can't be bitten into half that easily. Hurhur. And they serve drinks in glasses and cups! And their milk tea tastes nicer than Singapore's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thirteeen/152464889/"&gt;&lt;img height="179" alt="afternoon-tea1" src="http://static.flickr.com/45/152464889_6c93421748_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cafes and teahouses are everywhere in Japan. This one called Afternoon Tea is tucked inside a shopping mall in Yokohama (there are about 4 or 5 malls there?). I ordered a Strawberry Shortcake(!) and my cousin got a Mont Blanc, which is a pretty famous cake in Japan made of yam and cream and spongecake and whatnot. Both cakes were yummy and expensive at about 6 or 7 Singapore dollars...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;P/S: Photos pathetically edited using Picasa, Microsoft Powerpoint and Paint.&lt;br /&gt;PP/S: PS means post script! :P&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8207666-114909056972032628?l=thirteeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/feeds/114909056972032628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8207666&amp;postID=114909056972032628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/114909056972032628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/114909056972032628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/2006/06/touched-down-at-tokyo-narita-airport.html' title=''/><author><name>del</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8207666.post-114882798034202968</id><published>2006-05-28T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T22:53:00.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fuck, I gained 2kg. Somebody, shoot meeeee. :'(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8207666-114882798034202968?l=thirteeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/feeds/114882798034202968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8207666&amp;postID=114882798034202968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/114882798034202968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/114882798034202968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/2006/05/fuck-i-gained-2kg.html' title=''/><author><name>del</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8207666.post-114847733238999016</id><published>2006-05-24T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T21:28:52.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I guess they just can't spell...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thirteeen/151186043/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/44/151186043_3bb5ed47a3_m.jpg" alt="DSCF0423_edit" height="180" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two peaces?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thirteeen/152464710/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/45/152464710_b663e39564_m.jpg" alt="DSCF0015_edit" height="180" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 minuts?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8207666-114847733238999016?l=thirteeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/feeds/114847733238999016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8207666&amp;postID=114847733238999016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/114847733238999016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/114847733238999016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-guess-they-just-cant-spell.html' title=''/><author><name>del</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8207666.post-114814060027618168</id><published>2006-05-20T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T00:11:37.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>At Tokyo Disneyland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thirteeen/149314727/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="collage13" src="http://static.flickr.com/45/149314727_1a0127809e_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Clockwise)&lt;br /&gt;At the entrance of Disneyland; posing with a cowboy hat at one of the specialty shops selling cowboy-ish things at the Westernland; inside one of the little 'houses' where you had to queue for the rides; nice shot of the autumn-looking trees (and myself, hurhur).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thirteeen/149314673/"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="collage12" src="http://static.flickr.com/55/149314673_a9d38f6631_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Various shots with the characters - Pinocchio's dad, one of the four ghastly-looking Country Bears, Cinderella, Pluto and a guy in pink and orange suit! There were other characters like Goofy, Pinocchio, Woody and this girl from Toy Story, Big Bad Wolf etc, but most of them were swarmed and grabbed by Japanese tourists to Disneyland. Yea, you see school kids in uniform running from one place to another there. Those kids are rich; a ticket costs 5, 500 Yen which is about S$60-70?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thirteeen/149314768/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="collage14" src="http://static.flickr.com/44/149314768_15829d97fb_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Clockwise)&lt;br /&gt;Happen to catch the 'Hulihuli Ohana Bash' when we came; a shot of one of the 6 lands, Westernland; Mickey in a sailor outfit; some of Mickey's outfits inside the Mickey's Movie Barn where people go in to take pictures with him in different costumes. Me and my cousin each took a polariod shot with him which costs 1, 050 Yen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thirteeen/149314816/"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="collage15" src="http://static.flickr.com/45/149314816_f4655b9067_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shots of various parts of the place like the World Bazaar Confectionery selling candies, cookies, cakes etc., a pluto-shaped bush and carousels!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thirteeen/149314892/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="collage16" src="http://static.flickr.com/46/149314892_9bfa6e6a75_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having dinner at one of the restaurants. Yea, the food is as good as it looks. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thirteeen/149314598/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="collage17" src="http://static.flickr.com/49/149314598_36dd35b562_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun, and one whole day was not enough to cover the whole of Disneyland. It's okay cause I'll be back!! :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8207666-114814060027618168?l=thirteeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/feeds/114814060027618168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8207666&amp;postID=114814060027618168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/114814060027618168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/114814060027618168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/2006/05/at-tokyo-disneyland.html' title=''/><author><name>del</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8207666.post-114735293860957356</id><published>2006-05-11T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T21:09:02.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Glad to be back in my home sweet home! Will update soon kie. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8207666-114735293860957356?l=thirteeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/feeds/114735293860957356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8207666&amp;postID=114735293860957356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/114735293860957356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/114735293860957356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/2006/05/glad-to-be-back-in-my-home-sweet-home.html' title=''/><author><name>del</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8207666.post-114650109668932782</id><published>2006-05-02T00:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T00:31:36.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, high time for an update. I know I sounded angsty in my previous post (like Wenjia said), but hell, ITP is over and I am &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; damn glad. In the midst of doing my report; achieved 442 out of 1500 words so far. Gahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School started on Monday... final year now and it doesn't feel any different, save for sniggering at freshies asking 'Eh is this canteen 1?'. I think its amusing even though I know I might have asked that question before. Hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm there's only 7 Marketing classes, 4 taking the full Marketing track and the remaining 3 taking dual-track (in other words, me). And well, I regretted not opting for the full Marketing module. But well, it was only after doing all the itineraries and everything during ITP that I realised what I liked doing and what I wanted to do. Oh well. Most people I know studied in a totally different area of specialisation from their work now anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thirteeen/138323556/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="collage11" src="http://static.flickr.com/52/138323556_0858e132e8_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought this on Yahoo! auctions for $18. Kinda disappointed cause it was not as big as I thought it would be. But well it's cute and it matches the t-shirt Fanny bought. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thirteeen/138204041/"&gt;&lt;img height="192" alt="virgin whispers" src="http://static.flickr.com/54/138204041_03aa788ea5_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes finally. Haha took this at work when I had absolutely nothing to do. Bought it online for only 74 bucks compared to retail price of what, $119? Online shopping rocks &lt;em&gt;la&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thirteeen/138195643/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="e-tic" src="http://static.flickr.com/52/138195643_2de0a1d9bc_m.jpg" width="215" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to Japan tomorrow(!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flight's at 2035 so there's time for school still. Gonna have to rush home after class at 4 before heading to the airport. Gonna have to miss school for 6 days because of a miscalculated schedule, and it's the most sian thing to skip school, especially your first tutorials. So now I won't know my classmates and when I return I'm gonna be a full-fledged loner. Hurhur. Going there with my cousin, living with my aunt in Yokohama. I'm coming back on my own though, cause she's staying there till the 24th. Uh yea it's a fully sponsered trip by my parents, keke. I'm a brat. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Be back on the 10th so see you again next Wednesday! :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thirteeen/138195641/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img height="100" alt="picasa for idiots" src="http://static.flickr.com/44/138195641_b8d5236bff_t.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm gonna miss you real bad...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8207666-114650109668932782?l=thirteeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/feeds/114650109668932782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8207666&amp;postID=114650109668932782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/114650109668932782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/114650109668932782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/2006/05/okay-high-time-for-update.html' title=''/><author><name>del</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8207666.post-114564336652086025</id><published>2006-04-22T02:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T02:16:06.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FUCK ITP. FUCK GIAMSO. FUCK GIORDANO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK IT. FUCK YOU. FUCK ME. FUCK EVERYTHING.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8207666-114564336652086025?l=thirteeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/feeds/114564336652086025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8207666&amp;postID=114564336652086025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/114564336652086025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/114564336652086025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/2006/04/fuck-itp.html' title=''/><author><name>del</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8207666.post-114356080967238678</id><published>2006-03-28T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T00:09:03.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My grades were never something I'm proud of, but definitely not something I'm ashamed of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thirteeen/119320069/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thirteeen/119320069/"&gt;&lt;img height="118" alt="yr2 sem2 grades" src="http://static.flickr.com/56/119320069_db210105d7_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my specialisation for Year 3:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thirteeen/119328651/"&gt;&lt;img height="126" alt="specialisation" src="http://static.flickr.com/49/119328651_4cdc1e67c3_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's small, just bloody click it. (And there's a lot of white space cos again I used Paint and havent figured how to save only the image itself.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm just lucky, especially with &lt;em&gt;shit&lt;/em&gt; grades like mine. Freaks like Yang and &lt;a href="http://cruions.blogspot.com"&gt;Rui&lt;/a&gt; with straight ADs should burn in hell. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what I found in my lunch yesterday?&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 title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thirteeen/119342710/"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSC00246_edit2" src="http://static.flickr.com/49/119342710_27d10b0f20_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thirteeen/119334328/"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="i think im gonna puke now" src="http://static.flickr.com/34/119334328_bd1462af26_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, and I've almost wiped &lt;em&gt;clean&lt;/em&gt; my plate of mixed rice. Fuck shit la, I even commented that the food was good. Fucking hell. I was totally sick when I saw what it was. And I still feel a wave of nausea as I'm blogging. UGH!! And I was mean. I called up MOH and they directed me to NEA. An Indian lady picked up my call and I narrated my trauma to her. When I said I found a cooked cockroach in my food after eating, she went "Oh my God". I was surprised, cos I thought they should be used to hearing such things. Oh well. She said she'll get back to me after asking for details like my contact number, name and the place where the incident took place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God I didn't puke my guts out or shitted my intestines away yesterday or today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thirteeen/119334329/"&gt;&lt;img height="192" alt="what i've been doing at work" src="http://static.flickr.com/53/119334329_f25498eced_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I've been doing at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just the draft copy and one of the many that I've completed. The manager will go through it and then photocopy them onto coloured paper before putting them on the shelves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's all I need to blog about. &lt;strong&gt;And yes, ITP sucks shit.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8207666-114356080967238678?l=thirteeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/feeds/114356080967238678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8207666&amp;postID=114356080967238678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/114356080967238678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/114356080967238678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-grades-were-never-something-im.html' title=''/><author><name>del</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8207666.post-114278833562607950</id><published>2006-03-20T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T01:12:15.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Don't give a flying fuck to what others think or say. All I know is that everything is worth its price and I am happy as can be because I have you. And &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;, can only envy me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8207666-114278833562607950?l=thirteeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/feeds/114278833562607950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8207666&amp;postID=114278833562607950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/114278833562607950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/114278833562607950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/2006/03/dont-give-flying-fuck-to-what-others.html' title=''/><author><name>del</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8207666.post-114269678768236753</id><published>2006-03-18T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T01:18:29.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy today 'cos it's been a &lt;em&gt;long, long&lt;/em&gt; time since the four of us sat down for a meal together. Even though the mum wasn't eating, it just felt good seeing the family sitting together again. I am hopeful. I just need to leave the rest to God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Edit: It's home sweet home on Sunday. Everybody say yay! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8207666-114269678768236753?l=thirteeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/feeds/114269678768236753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8207666&amp;postID=114269678768236753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/114269678768236753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/114269678768236753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/2006/03/happy-today-cos-its-been-long-long.html' title=''/><author><name>del</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8207666.post-114217813040694237</id><published>2006-03-12T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T23:46:16.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thirteeen/110909301/"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="southpark pepper" src="http://static.flickr.com/44/110909301_317feafbdf_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red Junk Food &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm a pepper&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; tee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, everyone knows that:&lt;br /&gt;1) I'm a pepper.&lt;br /&gt;2) Pepper is hot.&lt;br /&gt;3) Therefore, I am hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurhurhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thirteeen/111347540/"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="kib in red supreme II" src="http://static.flickr.com/53/111347540_e56fd2626a_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Te Cojo Te Mojo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Supreme tee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever the heck that means.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8207666-114217813040694237?l=thirteeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/feeds/114217813040694237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8207666&amp;postID=114217813040694237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/114217813040694237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/114217813040694237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/2006/03/red-junk-food-im-pepper-tee.html' title=''/><author><name>del</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8207666.post-114204888255442720</id><published>2006-03-12T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T22:22:29.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And so the final term exams came and went. One word to sum it all, no, make that two - &lt;strong&gt;fucking screwed&lt;/strong&gt;. Not looking forward to receiving my grades at all. I hope I'll be able to reduce it to ashes in time before my parents see it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started my attachment with Giamso International Tours on Monday along with 2 other persons, Melanie and Kelvin. The things we do are yes, dead boring and monotonous. I'm supposed to 'beautify' the travel brochures and itineraries, and I have to do them in both English and Chinese versions(!) The English version is of course way easier than the Chinese, because I have to type out the Chinese words by reading from the hard copy itself because the company do not have any soft copies at all. Even so, some are in diskettes (wth?!) and the laptop I'm using do not have a A: drive or whatever. So I have the type them out manually and edit any errors, add pictures and basically make the brochures more attractive. In 5 and a half days, I've visited Fujian, Shanghai, Yunnan, Kunming, Jiuzhaigou and Guilin. Heh. Seems like I've been there myself &lt;em&gt;la&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0401855/"&gt;Underworld Evolution&lt;/a&gt; yesternight. I don't know about others, but I quite liked the movie despite my ignorance about vampires and werewolves. Kate Beckinsale is like, hothothot. Oh, and I think Kate Beckinsale and Liv Tyler look alike, although I think Selene (Kate Beckinsale) looks way sexier in those black tights than the elf-ish Arwen (Liv Tyler).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thirteeen/110909300/"&gt;&lt;img height="202" alt="arwen V selene" src="http://static.flickr.com/39/110909300_ea8643cafa_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Selene wins hands down la. Hot as hell. (p/s: I have nothing againist LOTR).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't enjoy visiting people in the hospital. It's not that I do not care or am plain lazy. I do care, but I don't exactly know what to say to the patient, save for asking plain dumb questions like &lt;em&gt;"You okay?"&lt;/em&gt; and neither can pretend I understand what they are going through because I don't. The things you can ask are basically dumb. &lt;em&gt;"Are you cold?", "You want to drink water?", "How're you feeling?", Pain a not?"&lt;/em&gt; and all other dumb questions along the line. Have I ever mentioned I fucking hate it when people ask me if "I'm fine" when I'm obviously not, e.g. black face, red eyes and nose, keeping completely quiet etc. I hate visiting because I will never understand the pain patients feel, and there is really nothing much to do to reduce their pain or discomfort, and all I feel is uselessness. &lt;em&gt;It hurts the most when the person lying on the hospital bed is your own mother, in pain and discomfort, and it is not within your means to make her feel any better. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today was the first time I saw my Dad kiss my Mum (on the forehead) in my entire eighteen years on Earth.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do they call this &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;患难见真情&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;_____________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And you. 9 months and many more to come. :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8207666-114204888255442720?l=thirteeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/feeds/114204888255442720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8207666&amp;postID=114204888255442720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/114204888255442720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/114204888255442720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/2006/03/and-so-final-term-exams-came-and-went.html' title=''/><author><name>del</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8207666.post-114045046213438710</id><published>2006-02-20T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T23:47:43.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Techie me &lt;em&gt;(Hardly)&lt;/em&gt; wants this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thirteeen/102150128/"&gt;&lt;img height="133" alt="N80" src="http://static.flickr.com/38/102150128_6c0c07c654_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upcoming Nokia model, &lt;a href="http://www.nokia.com/nseries/index.html?loc=inside,main_n80"&gt;N80&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thirteeen/102148339/"&gt;&lt;img height="96" alt="ipod video" src="http://static.flickr.com/29/102148339_ce338d4313_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.apple.com.sg/ipod/ipod.html"&gt;Apple iPod!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8207666-114045046213438710?l=thirteeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/feeds/114045046213438710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8207666&amp;postID=114045046213438710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/114045046213438710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/114045046213438710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/2006/02/techie-me-hardly-wants-this-upcoming.html' title=''/><author><name>del</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8207666.post-114002111453738901</id><published>2006-02-16T00:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T15:16:24.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Well I guess here's the long overdue post &lt;/span&gt;&lt;s style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;everyone has been waiting for&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt; I owe everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tests grades are horrible; managed 71/100 for EC, 25/50 for OM and I failed the rest (IEF, AAA, PMKT). My first paper's coming up next Friday and I haven't started revising anything. Screw it man, every term's cursed. Anyway, did our last and final presentation on Monday for PMKT. I think and hoped we did good 'cause I'm banging on it to push up my PMKT grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for our finals to be over even though we don't have much of a holiday to speak of. Am attached to &lt;a href="http://www.giamso.com.sg/"&gt;Giamso International Tours&lt;/a&gt; at People's Park for 7 good weeks. Gonna be there on attachment with 2 other persons I haven't heard of. Hope they're good fun though... don't wanna go through shit for 7 bloody weeks. My LO told me that we're gonna sell tour packages, do registrations and stuff like that. Doesn't sound too bad &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;hor&lt;/span&gt;. And the pay's $500, one of the higher few I think. Really hope I get to learn something useful from this ITP programme... I know I'm gonna sound childish, but gahhh I &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;hate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm. Oh, Chinese New Year. Yea it's over but it was pretty alright I guess. Mahjong, dai dee, shark's fin, abalone, steamboat, festive goodies, red packets, visiting, flavoured carbonated water, on-the-surface new year greetings, I Not Stupid Too and hell lots of texting and calling over to M'sia pretty much sums up this year's holiday. This year's collection hit all-time high too, hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had my hair cut last Saturday. Finally I look a little different with short fringe. I like my haircut even though I don't know how to blow my hair like how they did it at the salon. The hairstylist said I should rebond my hair again cause it's kinda messy and erm, disorganized. I want to, but $350 is way too inaffordable right now, and all the times before or after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught &lt;a href="http://www.jarheadmovie.com/welcometothesuck.html"&gt;Jarhead&lt;/a&gt; yesterday, not too bad a movie. Lots of memorable and funny lines. One of my favourites:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;"Suggested techniques for the marine to use in the avoidance of boredom and loneliness. Masturbation. Re-reading of letters from unfaithful wives and girlfriends. Cleaning your rifle. Further masturbation. Re-wiring Walkman. Arguing about religion and meaning of life. Discussing in detail, every woman the marine has ever fucked. Debating differences, such as Cuban VS Mexican, Harlys VS Hondas, left VS right-handed masturbation. Further cleaning of rifle. Studying the mail-order bride catalogue. Further masturbation. Planning a marine's first meal on return home. Imagining what a marine's girlfriend and her man Jody are doing in the ally or in a hotel bed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I don't think it's the exact words used in the movie, and it's not entirely because of the words but the way Jake Gyllenhaal's character, Anthony 'Swoff' Swofford, says it in that monotone voice. I guess it's worth the 7 bucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some photos to end with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thirteeen/97972196/"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="gown" src="http://static.flickr.com/37/97972196_c591000e3b_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the gowns I totally adore from &lt;a href="http://verawang.com/"&gt;Vera Wang&lt;/a&gt;. (I know it's pathetic. I used paint to edit it okay?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thirteeen/94473242/"&gt;&lt;img height="232" alt="Mary Alex Bag paisley by LOOP NYC" src="http://static.flickr.com/22/94473242_94d71e780c_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary Alex in paisley by LOOP NYC. Anyone knows where I can get this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thirteeen/94473241/"&gt;&lt;img height="141" alt="papillo i want" src="http://static.flickr.com/28/94473241_392b6b9a84_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;em&gt;sooo&lt;/em&gt; gonna get this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thirteeen/94471710/"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="who really pays the price?" src="http://static.flickr.com/32/94471710_4a7d8505d9_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken at the busstop near Holland Village. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dellia so comical right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; The white thing I'm holding is actually a plastic bag containing sweets from Party With Us. Hurhurhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thirteeen/94473239/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="Image048" src="http://static.flickr.com/31/94473239_75e86a008d_m.jpg" width="192" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, forgot to mention that I slipped and fell while skipping up the stairs at my grandma's on the second day of CNY. Damn pain la, I cried. Hit my shin bone or something. It's healing now and I fucking hope there won't be a scar. My right knee already has a damn scar from those Esplanade days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thirteeen/94471708/"&gt;&lt;img height="192" alt="junk food tee" src="http://static.flickr.com/21/94471708_8d7c90e0e5_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bling bling Junk Food tee for CNY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thirteeen/94471706/"&gt;&lt;img height="192" alt="Image027" src="http://static.flickr.com/25/94471706_11eb44a5fc_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin bought a puppy for $350. It's a naughty boy but he gets so adorable at times. About 5 months old I think. Looks like the dog we used to have when I was a little kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thirteeen/100050503/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="13022006(007)" src="http://static.flickr.com/40/100050503_189657fc67_m.jpg" width="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Damn, I'm cute.&lt;/s&gt; Lalala...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thirteeen/100050504/"&gt;&lt;img height="192" alt="14022006 (16)" src="http://static.flickr.com/38/100050504_d5f8c3bb02_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner at Fish &amp;amp; Co. yesterday at Wheelock, and hell was it crowded. Luckily we went earlier around 6. Dinner was goodgoodgood. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;I guess it happens when you least expects it to. Still have yet to completely digest the fact that this is all reality now. What can I say? I &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;am &lt;/span&gt;overwhelmed by everything, am gonna bear in mind that baby, you're mine to call.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8207666-114002111453738901?l=thirteeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/feeds/114002111453738901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8207666&amp;postID=114002111453738901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/114002111453738901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/114002111453738901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/2006/02/well-i-guess-heres-long-overdue-post.html' title=''/><author><name>del</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8207666.post-113638960727537607</id><published>2006-01-04T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T23:46:47.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know I should be studying, but a few lines won't kill. (Okay, yes I know it will but what the heck.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(May contain spoilers.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thirteeen/82067709/"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="america's next top model ep03_04" src="http://static.flickr.com/40/82067709_b6c195fa50_m.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's &lt;a href="http://www.upn.com/shows/top_model5/models/nicole.shtml"&gt;Nicole&lt;/a&gt; before/after her makeover; I like her along with &lt;a href="http://www.upn.com/shows/top_model5/models/kyle.shtml"&gt;Kyle&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.upn.com/shows/top_model5/models/jayla.shtml"&gt;Jayla&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;a href="http://www.upn.com/shows/top_model5/show/ep03/index.shtml"&gt;makeover&lt;/a&gt; episode has got to be my favourite among the entire season's running. I get equally excited about the makeovers and looking at them makes me wanna get one myself too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excuse me while I go &lt;s&gt;whine at my mum&lt;/s&gt; continue with my revision. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So damn bloody screwed.&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/8207666-113638960727537607?l=thirteeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/feeds/113638960727537607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8207666&amp;postID=113638960727537607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/113638960727537607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/113638960727537607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-know-i-should-be-studying-but-few.html' title=''/><author><name>del</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8207666.post-113596740660385719</id><published>2005-12-31T02:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T02:38:26.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Term break is almost over, and I haven't touched a single subject. So damn bloody screwed &lt;em&gt;la&lt;/em&gt;. Been going out everyday since the break started. I guess... I just never learn. Wait for the post after my common tests and see how I die okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some pictures I took over the week. Pretty much sums up my days I suppose. Oh, must scroll down for something pretty damn &lt;em&gt;big &lt;/em&gt;hor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look what Fanny got me for Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thirteeen/79396091/"&gt;&lt;img height="192" alt="david and goliath tee" src="http://static.flickr.com/37/79396091_e2b05544d9_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;a href="http://davidandgoliathtees.com"&gt;David and Goliath tee&lt;/a&gt; from NUM! This is my favourite design among all they have. Heard that there's only one piece, and it's mineminemine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thirteeen/79396094/"&gt;&lt;img height="192" alt="it's true, i do that." src="http://static.flickr.com/43/79396094_baf38f405e_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like. I like. I like. :) &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;It's true, by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thirteeen/79396089/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="funnybunny!" src="http://static.flickr.com/43/79396089_5c217bc1d7_m.jpg" width="159" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my funnybunny! I bought it from this nice girl who made funnybunny herself. She makes pretty nice stuff too, pouches and all. I got the &lt;a href="http://themeangreenbean.tripod.com/"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt; from Grace, so thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thirteeen/79397718/"&gt;&lt;img height="141" alt="florida" src="http://static.flickr.com/43/79397718_2923f084ce_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Florida Garden Party White, one of the &lt;a href="http://www.sandalenshop.nl/index.html?lang=nl&amp;target=d17_01.html"&gt;Papillo 2006 collection&lt;/a&gt;. I wanna buy this, but I don't quite like the bright blue buckles leh. Wonder if it's possible to change it to black or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thirteeen/79397719/"&gt;&lt;img height="127" alt="gizeh" src="http://static.flickr.com/43/79397719_acd2f2b248_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same design in Gizeh. Which is nicer ar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm I guess this would be my last post for the year 2005, and I reckon this picture is pretty cool to end it with. &lt;em&gt;Tsk, I hope I get &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://tomorrow.sg/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;tomorrowed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; because of this picture.&lt;/em&gt; Kidding, hurhurhur. Here goes.&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 title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thirteeen/79415961/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="don't you wish it was real?" src="http://static.flickr.com/39/79415961_50c87123af_m.jpg" width="192" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tada! Hell, it looks damn real can?! Poor Nora got a shock when she opened the box. And it was erm, &lt;em&gt;too &lt;/em&gt;long it kinda protruded from the box they had to use aluminium foil to cover the whole damn thing. A group of lady customers brought it with them today for one of their girlfriend who's gonna get married soon, I think. And if I'm not wrong, the box says &lt;a href="http://restaurants.singapore.hyatt.com/mezza/mezza_intro.html"&gt;Mezza9&lt;/a&gt; so I would suppose it came from there. Their cakes and pastries are delicious; tried it before. Of all the cakes I've seen so far (Boobs, bikini tops, marzipan faces etc) , this is undeniably the &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thirteeen/79396090/"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="close-up" src="http://static.flickr.com/39/79396090_66131147e7_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A close-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;I like blogging&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, and I don't think I'll stop anytime soon. But for now, I'm too lazy to write a reflection or anything of that sort. I won't say 2005 has been great or anything, but it certainly will be &lt;em&gt;unforgettable&lt;/em&gt;. Of course it will be unforgettable. Pretty tired liao, wanna go zzz. Eh, enjoy the last of 2005 and I hope the year ahead would be much better for &lt;s&gt;everyone who reads my blog&lt;/s&gt; everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;P/S: I hope the amount of photos won't lag your computer. Don't kill me if get hang or anything hor. Cheers!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8207666-113596740660385719?l=thirteeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/feeds/113596740660385719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8207666&amp;postID=113596740660385719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/113596740660385719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/113596740660385719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/2005/12/term-break-is-almost-over-and-i-havent_31.html' title=''/><author><name>del</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8207666.post-113570389720724115</id><published>2005-12-28T01:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T01:18:17.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Some anonymous person posted a comment on &lt;a href="http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/2005/06/almost-here-brian-mcfadden-and-delta.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; blog entry I had months ago. Here's what it says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thirteeen/78068433/"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="email comment" src="http://static.flickr.com/40/78068433_8080dea648_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click on it for a larger view, or if you're too lazy it reads:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"In Love with this terra depressing "almost here" Song?!? - Sorry, I beg your pardon, its the worst ever I got to hear, and Delta has done herself a total disgrace with that...Brian McFadden is the worst singer I heard (he cant even really sing, thats it... sorry!) - Its totally sickeining and sadening at the same time! - I Knoow many music fans who just hate it, not only me, sorry. I never want to hear anything of this horrible combination ever again. Please listen to Delta alone, its a big difference, and its the worst "duet" of the OZ Starlets, Tina Arena did much better, but Brian, no thanks...Just anutter nightmare when I first heard it on "mistaken identity" I bought as an OZ import.I'm really sorry to say all this, real sorry. -Currently EX Delta Fan, thanks to this horrible Brian McFadden, made me real sad beyond words/belief! - Not sure anymore if I touch Delta ever again... :((("&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurhur, I'm not offended, in fact I am pretty amused. It's not like I will stop listening to Jay just because there are a thousand &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;one&lt;/em&gt; Jay haters out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Ahem*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thirteeen/78079240/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="jay with gma award" src="http://static.flickr.com/42/78079240_f796cbfdb0_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hail Jay. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8207666-113570389720724115?l=thirteeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/feeds/113570389720724115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8207666&amp;postID=113570389720724115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/113570389720724115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/113570389720724115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/2005/12/some-anonymous-person-posted-comment.html' title=''/><author><name>del</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8207666.post-113540818234133496</id><published>2005-12-24T15:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T15:09:42.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A surprise bigger than itself. Beat that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8207666-113540818234133496?l=thirteeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/feeds/113540818234133496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8207666&amp;postID=113540818234133496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/113540818234133496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/113540818234133496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/2005/12/surprise-bigger-than-itself.html' title=''/><author><name>del</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8207666.post-113466373579177003</id><published>2005-12-16T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T00:22:15.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thirteeen/73831452/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="well not exactly.." src="http://static.flickr.com/20/73831452_2647a6e5fa_m.jpg" width="192" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, not exactly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thirteeen/69708693/"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="sweet to-fu. apparently." src="http://static.flickr.com/35/69708693_3952dc75e9_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thrill I get from machines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thirteeen/73822188/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="wonder woman" src="http://static.flickr.com/35/73822188_164df69f8c_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;I secretly dream of being Wonder Woman all the time.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thirteeen/73822189/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="yes please." src="http://static.flickr.com/35/73822189_020511f1a6_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thirteeen/73822190/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="they said diet was good." src="http://static.flickr.com/34/73822190_2be3156782_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They told me diet was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thirteeen/73822187/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="let me see that tootsie roll :)" src="http://static.flickr.com/35/73822187_8262da3ae6_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want more Junk Food tees. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8207666-113466373579177003?l=thirteeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/feeds/113466373579177003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8207666&amp;postID=113466373579177003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/113466373579177003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/113466373579177003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/2005/12/well-not-exactly.html' title=''/><author><name>del</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8207666.post-113362780587046838</id><published>2005-12-04T00:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T00:36:45.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm bored. So I'm gonna fill the pseudo-purity test I ripped from &lt;a href="http://popagandhi.com/159/pseudo-purity"&gt;Popagandhi&lt;/a&gt; who ripped from &lt;a href="http://www.toomanythoughts.org/blog/2005/12/pseudo-purity-test.html"&gt;Tym&lt;/a&gt; who ripped from &lt;a href="http://gssq.blogspot.com/2005/12/pseudo-purity-test-i-got-64-as-of-6th.html"&gt;Agagooga&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Start off with 100% and minus off 1% for each thing that has happened to you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smoked.&lt;br /&gt;Drank alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;Cried when someone died.&lt;br /&gt;Been drunk.&lt;br /&gt;Had sex.&lt;br /&gt;Been to a concert.&lt;br /&gt;Given a handjob/gotten a handjob.&lt;br /&gt;Given a blowjob/gotten a blowjob.&lt;br /&gt;Been verbally sexually harassed.&lt;br /&gt;Verbally sexually harassed somebody.&lt;br /&gt;Felt someone up and/or been felt up.&lt;br /&gt;Laughed so hard something came out of your nose.&lt;br /&gt;Cheated on a boyfriend/girlfriend before.&lt;br /&gt;Been cheated on by a boyfriend/girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;Been to prom.&lt;br /&gt;Cried at school.&lt;br /&gt;Gotten lost in a WalMart or a department store.&lt;br /&gt;Went streaking.&lt;br /&gt;Given a lap dance.&lt;br /&gt;Had someone of the opposite sex in your room.&lt;br /&gt;Had someone of the opposite sex sleep over.&lt;br /&gt;Slept over at someone of the opposite sex's house.&lt;br /&gt;Kissed a stranger.&lt;br /&gt;Hugged a stranger.&lt;br /&gt;Went scuba diving.&lt;br /&gt;Driven a car.&lt;br /&gt;Gotten an xray.&lt;br /&gt;Hit by a car.&lt;br /&gt;Had a party.&lt;br /&gt;Done drugs.&lt;br /&gt;Played strip poker.&lt;br /&gt;Got paid to strip for someone.&lt;br /&gt;Ran away from home.&lt;br /&gt;Broken a bone.&lt;br /&gt;Eaten sushi.&lt;br /&gt;Bought porn.&lt;br /&gt;Watched porn.&lt;br /&gt;Made porn.&lt;br /&gt;Had a crush on someone of the same sex.&lt;br /&gt;Been in love.&lt;br /&gt;Frenched kissed.&lt;br /&gt;Laughed so hard you cried.&lt;br /&gt;Cried yourself to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Laughed yourself to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Stabbed yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Shot a gun.&lt;br /&gt;Trash talked someone and then acted like their best friend the next day.&lt;br /&gt;Watched TV for 9 consecutive hours.&lt;br /&gt;Been online for 9 consecutive hours.&lt;br /&gt;Watched an animal die.&lt;br /&gt;Watched a person die.&lt;br /&gt;Had sex and/or messed around somewhere with at least 1 person present.&lt;br /&gt;Pranked somebody.&lt;br /&gt;Put somebody in the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;Snuck into someone's room and/or your own room after being out.&lt;br /&gt;Kissed somebody of the same sex.&lt;br /&gt;Dressed punk.&lt;br /&gt;Dressed goth.&lt;br /&gt;Dressed preppy.&lt;br /&gt;Been to a motocross race.&lt;br /&gt;Avoided somebody.&lt;br /&gt;Been stalked.&lt;br /&gt;Stalked someone.&lt;br /&gt;Met a celebrity.&lt;br /&gt;Played an instrument.&lt;br /&gt;Ridden a horse.&lt;br /&gt;Cut yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Bungee jumped.&lt;br /&gt;Ding dong ditched somebody.&lt;br /&gt;Been to a wild party.&lt;br /&gt;Got caught stealing something.&lt;br /&gt;Kicked a guy in the balls.&lt;br /&gt;Stolen a boyfriend/girlfriend from a friend.&lt;br /&gt;Went out with your friend's crush.&lt;br /&gt;Got arrested.&lt;br /&gt;Been pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;Babysat.&lt;br /&gt;Been to another country.&lt;br /&gt;Started your house on fire.&lt;br /&gt;Had an encounter with a ghost.&lt;br /&gt;Donated your hair to cancer patients.&lt;br /&gt;Been asked out by someone that you never though you'd to be asked out by.&lt;br /&gt;Cried over a member of the opposite sex.&lt;br /&gt;Had a boyfriend/girlfriend for over 3 months.&lt;br /&gt;Sat on your ass all day.&lt;br /&gt;Ate a whole carton of ice cream all by yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Had a job.&lt;br /&gt;Gotten cut from a sports team.&lt;br /&gt;Been called a whore.&lt;br /&gt;Danced like a whore.&lt;br /&gt;Been mistaken for a celebrity.&lt;br /&gt;Been in a car accident.&lt;br /&gt;Been told you have beautiful eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Been told you have beautiful hair.&lt;br /&gt;Raped somebody.&lt;br /&gt;Danced in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;Been rejected.&lt;br /&gt;Walked out of a restaurant without paying.&lt;br /&gt;Punched someone/slapped someone in the face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm I got &lt;strong&gt;61%&lt;/strong&gt; remaining as of today. 61% is like what, a C in Ngee Ann's context?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8207666-113362780587046838?l=thirteeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/feeds/113362780587046838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8207666&amp;postID=113362780587046838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/113362780587046838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/113362780587046838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/2005/12/im-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>del</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8207666.post-113336438661303482</id><published>2005-11-30T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T23:26:26.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Dear God, I promise I won't fall asleep in lectures or tutorials anymore.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;(even if I do, I'm gonna lie on the table so no one can see my face or attempt to blackmail me with absolutely hideous photos &lt;em&gt;AND&lt;/em&gt; videos!)&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8207666-113336438661303482?l=thirteeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/feeds/113336438661303482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8207666&amp;postID=113336438661303482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/113336438661303482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/113336438661303482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/2005/11/dear-god-i-promise-i-wont-fall-asleep.html' title=''/><author><name>del</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8207666.post-113310987050620463</id><published>2005-11-28T00:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T00:44:33.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's official.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thirteeen/67503746/"&gt;&lt;img height="192" alt="i'm gay! =)" src="http://static.flickr.com/32/67503746_00372bab3c_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;I'm gay.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twice the gayness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thirteeen/67503748/"&gt;&lt;img height="192" alt="havaianas" src="http://static.flickr.com/28/67503748_2235466d95_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't they have a pink &lt;em&gt;AND&lt;/em&gt; brown one? Quick rush down to &lt;a href="http://www.newurbanmale.com/"&gt;New Urban Male&lt;/a&gt; and grab any two pairs of Havaianas range and get a $5 Havaianas voucher! It's valid till 1st March 2006 and I think it's pretty cool 'cause their 2006 collection's gonna come in soon (subjective, hurhur)! By the way me and Fanny busted the myth about the NUM peeps today! So really, we can't judge men by the way they dress. Check out the NUM blog &lt;a href="http://235guys.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; too, but I won't tell you who I think is cute. Hurhur, &lt;s&gt;I'd get&lt;/s&gt; already got slaughtered &lt;em&gt;liao&lt;/em&gt;. Got Michael Buble's Home playing in the background &lt;em&gt;(which might interrupt with all your mp3s), &lt;/em&gt;just like their webbie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8207666-113310987050620463?l=thirteeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/feeds/113310987050620463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8207666&amp;postID=113310987050620463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/113310987050620463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/113310987050620463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/2005/11/its-official.html' title=''/><author><name>del</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8207666.post-113293549666427763</id><published>2005-11-25T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T00:50:29.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just got home from a dinner at Crystal Jade with my family. Dad got a new car from his company, a Nissan Latio. Looks something like this (in the exact same colour):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thirteeen/66778922/"&gt;&lt;img height="67" alt="nissan latio" src="http://static.flickr.com/27/66778922_70781c1bfd_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, I know it's kinda small but click on it for a larger view if you want. If I displayed a bigger size it will distort my blog template. It's pretty cool, quite spacious and lotsa leg room. One thing I dislike about it is the colourful, flashy stereo. It changes colour but all the colours suck. Kinda like the visual thingy for Windows Media Player you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is well, the same. I hardly do my tutorials and everything is like so tough to me. I think I'm gonna get screwed by AAA and IEF. Taking French for IS and damn, it's tough. I have a presentation on French culture two weeks later and we have to present our family &lt;em&gt;AND&lt;/em&gt; make a dialogue in French in front of the whole class. And we gotta memorise it. Ughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm, had to make our ranking few days ago. I ranked Marketing and Tourism and Resort Management as my first choice, followed by Tourism and Marketing and Marketing itself was my third. Yes, there's a difference between my first and second choice especially if I were to secure a place for the 6-month attachment. As my elective, I ranked Company Law (hurhur) as my first, Buyer Behaviour as my second and Marketing Communication as my third, whatever the hell is that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, met up with Guohao, Elena, Kelvin, Sam and Guang Yang last Saturday. For a change we went to Newton to eat instead of our usual Burger King. Hurhur. Ordered stingray, 20 sticks of satay, chilli kangkong, chicken wings, oyster omelette and some funny shell thingy which requires you to suck the meat/flesh out of the shell. It kinda tastes weird but somehow Elena likes it a lot. I wonder why. Took a bus to Holland after dinner and we chill at &lt;a href="http://www.settlerscafe.com"&gt;Settlers Cafe&lt;/a&gt;. It's located at some ulu block away from all the restaurants and all. It's a pretty cool place, you get to play lotsa games, board games card games noisy games etc. The menu is a cool Monopoly-formatted board with the items and description written at the sides. You can even purchase their menu for $25 I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I don't know what else I should blog about actually.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yar, fuck man. I left my bloody laptop at Long John's today after eating there with Rui and all. Fuck I almost died. We wanted to head to Wheelock to look at Crumpler bags for Yang and we were somewhere at Scotts when I suddenly blurted out, "Where's my laptop?" and everyone kinda kept quiet and I went something like, "FUCK! I LEFT IT AT LONG JOHN'S!" and I just started running in the other direction back to Far East. And according to Yu Fen, she never saw me ran so fast before. Haha, but thank God it was still around. The person was just about to clear our table... Man I swear I almost died there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay lemme post up some photos, otherwise my blog would be so bloody boring. Okay&lt;em&gt; la&lt;/em&gt;, not as if the photos will make it any more interesting but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thirteeen/66778923/"&gt;&lt;img height="182" alt="pretty pouch from yufuii" src="http://static.flickr.com/31/66778923_19595bf2ba_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna buy this pouch from &lt;a href="http://www.yufuii.com/"&gt;Yufuii&lt;/a&gt;. Their items are handmade and the prices are reasonable. Go check it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thirteeen/66778924/"&gt;&lt;img height="192" alt="im a pepper" src="http://static.flickr.com/33/66778924_6189a05949_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a pepper 'cause I'm hot. Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thirteeen/66778925/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="me" src="http://static.flickr.com/25/66778925_076ff1e7d1_m.jpg" width="192" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember when I wore this. I think it was Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thirteeen/66778926/"&gt;&lt;img height="192" alt="says it all" src="http://static.flickr.com/28/66778926_6b9f3cef80_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my blog so all you get to see are my photos. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8207666-113293549666427763?l=thirteeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/feeds/113293549666427763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8207666&amp;postID=113293549666427763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/113293549666427763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/113293549666427763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/2005/11/just-got-home-from-dinner-at-crystal.html' title=''/><author><name>del</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8207666.post-113267286916252197</id><published>2005-11-22T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T23:21:09.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;think&lt;/span&gt; I &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;love&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;so much&lt;/em&gt; it began to &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;hurt&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8207666-113267286916252197?l=thirteeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/feeds/113267286916252197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8207666&amp;postID=113267286916252197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/113267286916252197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/113267286916252197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-think-i-love-you-so-much-it-began-to.html' title=''/><author><name>del</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8207666.post-113138209423076337</id><published>2005-11-08T00:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T16:05:02.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm a Pepper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thirteeen/60897998/"&gt;&lt;img height="192" alt="red hot pepper" src="http://static.flickr.com/24/60897998_a40bcafe75_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally a Junk Food tee! There was the jacket in the same print too, but kinda expensive at $109. I like this print a lot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heard this song over the radio in my dad's car when he came to pick me up from the MRT station after work one day. I like it a lot... although it's sang from a guy's perspective. *shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wonderful Tonight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Damage&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, tonight, tonight&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, tonight, tonight&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, tonight, tonight&lt;br /&gt;It's late in the evening&lt;br /&gt;She's wondering what clothes to wear&lt;br /&gt;She puts on her make-up and brushes her long brown hair&lt;br /&gt;And then she asks me do I look alright&lt;br /&gt;And I say yes, you look wonderful tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We go to a party (we go out)&lt;br /&gt;And everyone turns to see&lt;br /&gt;This beautiful lady (beautiful lady) who's walking around with me&lt;br /&gt;And then she asks, me do I feel alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I say yes, I feel wonderful tonight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, tonight, tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I feel wonderful, because I see the love that's right in your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;And the wonder of it all, is that you just don't realise how much I love you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time to go home now yes it is&lt;br /&gt;And I've got an aching head&lt;br /&gt;So I give her the car keys&lt;br /&gt;And she helps me into bed&lt;br /&gt;And then I tell her, as I turn down the lights&lt;br /&gt;I say darling, you were wonderful tonight&lt;br /&gt;Hey hey&lt;br /&gt;I said darling, u were wonderful tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You look wonderful, you're everything I need and more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;You look wonderful, so beautiful tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You look wonderful, you never leave me wanting more&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You look wonderful, so beautiful tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You look wonderful, you're everything I need and more&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You look wonderful, so beautiful tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You look wonderful, you never leave me wanting more&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You look wonderful, so beautiful tonight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8207666-113138209423076337?l=thirteeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/feeds/113138209423076337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8207666&amp;postID=113138209423076337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/113138209423076337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/113138209423076337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/2005/11/im-pepper-finally-junk-food-tee-there.html' title=''/><author><name>del</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8207666.post-113095853046840605</id><published>2005-11-03T03:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T03:08:50.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Because I know &lt;a href="http://www.alfamusic.com.tw/jay"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;he&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; will never disappoint me like how &lt;s&gt;you&lt;/s&gt; others do. He's the faithful one, always there when I need him, 24/7. He doesn't mind if I wet him with my tears, he doesn't say things that will break my heart. His mere presence works wonders. And I know for sure this time, he wouldn't give me false hopes like &lt;s&gt;you&lt;/s&gt; how others do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8207666-113095853046840605?l=thirteeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/feeds/113095853046840605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8207666&amp;postID=113095853046840605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/113095853046840605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/113095853046840605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/2005/11/because-i-know-he-will-never_03.html' title=''/><author><name>del</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8207666.post-113069173885305858</id><published>2005-10-31T01:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T01:02:18.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This thing I'm feeling right now - what is it, can &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; tell me? I've gotten all too familiar with it for the past few months now, yet I can't quite make out what is it. This throbbing pain I feel, it tugs so hard it literally hurts my physical self. What kind of pain is this, can &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; tell me? Can &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; stop it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8207666-113069173885305858?l=thirteeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/feeds/113069173885305858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8207666&amp;postID=113069173885305858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/113069173885305858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/113069173885305858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/2005/10/this-thing-im-feeling-right-now-what.html' title=''/><author><name>del</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8207666.post-113052412681744120</id><published>2005-10-29T02:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T02:38:36.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"I hate the way you &lt;strong&gt;talk to me&lt;/strong&gt;, and the way you cut your hair. I hate the way you drive my car. I &lt;strong&gt;hate it when you stare&lt;/strong&gt;. I hate your big dumb combat boots, and &lt;strong&gt;the way you read my mind&lt;/strong&gt;. I hate you so much it makes me sick; it even makes me rhyme. I hate it, I hate the way you're always right. I hate it when you lie. I hate it when &lt;strong&gt;you make me laugh&lt;/strong&gt;, even worse when you make me cry. I hate it that&lt;strong&gt; you're not around&lt;/strong&gt;, and the fact that you &lt;strong&gt;didn't call&lt;/strong&gt;. But mostly &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;I hate the way I don't hate you&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;10 Things I Hate About You, &lt;/em&gt;off &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0147800/quotes"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8207666-113052412681744120?l=thirteeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/feeds/113052412681744120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8207666&amp;postID=113052412681744120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/113052412681744120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/113052412681744120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-hate-way-you-talk-to-me-and-way-you.html' title=''/><author><name>del</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8207666.post-112957195542198100</id><published>2005-10-26T16:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T16:20:04.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just some random pictures taken using my handphone which are long overdue. Have fun browsing, I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thirteeen/53437989/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="At the coffeeshop having 'zhi cha'" src="http://static.flickr.com/24/53437989_f0af43fdb0_m.jpg" width="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the coffeeshop having &lt;em&gt;'zhi cha'&lt;/em&gt; on my 18th with Yufen, Fanny, Yang, Rui and Paul!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thirteeen/53437986/"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="I'm eighteen!" src="http://static.flickr.com/29/53437986_d1e3c403f9_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cake from &lt;a href="http://www.thepatissier.com/webtop/"&gt;Patissier&lt;/a&gt; the guys surprised me with on my 18th. Don't underestimate this little thing; it actually made me cry. I'll never forget what exactly happened. Really really happy that night. Thanks once again! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thirteeen/53437988/"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="*Sniff*" src="http://static.flickr.com/33/53437988_6d7ac67889_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sobbing after they presented the cake...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thirteeen/53437985/"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="Grin grin grin" src="http://static.flickr.com/31/53437985_27c219b0dc_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grinning like an idiot after all that silliness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thirteeen/53437991/"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="Fen, me, Fanny" src="http://static.flickr.com/27/53437991_92481080c6_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yufen, me and Fanny at Essential Brews.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thirteeen/53436288/"&gt;&lt;img height="192" alt="The actual tofu(s) itself" src="http://static.flickr.com/31/53436288_a2bc1a8929_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tofu blocks we got from the capsule machines!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thirteeen/53436287/"&gt;&lt;img height="192" alt="Poison tofu, the only one that looks normal" src="http://static.flickr.com/27/53436287_a1d3ab65bf_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drew this on one of our MSN conversation windows. Look like the real thing above not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thirteeen/53436284/"&gt;&lt;img height="192" alt="Which voodoo doll can actually look this cute?" src="http://static.flickr.com/29/53436284_0adb8de74c_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voodoo dolls! Who the hell makes voodoo dolls that can actually look this cute?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thirteeen/53436283/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="Little Brown Bun at ECP" src="http://static.flickr.com/27/53436283_c9979e1b2c_m.jpg" width="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Brown Bun a.k.a. 小馒头 stall at ECP. Yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thirteeen/53434389/"&gt;&lt;img height="192" alt="Dancing Jack" src="http://static.flickr.com/27/53434389_baec52f1ae_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack the bobbly head! Yep, it's Jack from Tim Burton's The Nightmare before Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thirteeen/53434387/"&gt;&lt;img height="192" alt="Wild child" src="http://static.flickr.com/25/53434387_3a3e74bf6e_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how my hair looks now. Okay, I know the picture is reddish and all, but still can see a bit of the highlights right? Took this at Nooch during dinner with Guohao and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thirteeen/53432037/"&gt;&lt;img height="192" alt="MySG trio." src="http://static.flickr.com/28/53432037_484c273782_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MySG trio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thirteeen/53432039/"&gt;&lt;img height="192" alt="Al fresco dining of MySG" src="http://static.flickr.com/24/53432039_a93d39d880_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al fresco dining at &lt;a href="http://www.mysg.com.sg"&gt;MySG&lt;/a&gt;. It didn't used to look like that before.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8207666-112957195542198100?l=thirteeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/feeds/112957195542198100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8207666&amp;postID=112957195542198100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/112957195542198100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/112957195542198100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/2005/10/just-some-random-pictures-taken-using.html' title=''/><author><name>del</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8207666.post-113004974412775486</id><published>2005-10-23T14:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T14:42:24.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Is it only human to be afraid of losing something you possess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's always the case, isn't it?&lt;/em&gt; To be afraid of losing something &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;only&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; when you possess it. When it is out of your reach, you pine, you yearn, you hope - that it would one day be yours. And when you finally &lt;em&gt;do&lt;/em&gt; own it, the only thing you're afraid of, is to lose that possession of it. So tell me, what's the point then, if you live in constant fear &lt;em&gt;(instead of living happily now that you actually own it)&lt;/em&gt; that you will eventually lose it someday, somehow, some way or another?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;She got there first.&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/8207666-113004974412775486?l=thirteeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/feeds/113004974412775486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8207666&amp;postID=113004974412775486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/113004974412775486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/113004974412775486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/2005/10/is-it-only-human-to-be-afraid-of.html' title=''/><author><name>del</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8207666.post-112991393868968424</id><published>2005-10-22T00:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T01:09:15.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Jay's 6th album &lt;em&gt;November's Chopin&lt;/em&gt; is ready for pre-order! *screams* Okay, I honestly have no idea about it until Fanny sms-ed me today around 1+. So pai seh, I don't even know anything about his new album at all &lt;em&gt;can?&lt;/em&gt; To think I call myself his fan. Heh. I saw the MV for one of the songs (which I suppose is 夜曲) at Heeren today! I stepped into Heeren and I heard this oh-so-familiar voice, looked up at the screen and there was Jay! I got so excited I ran into Heeren to check things out. Hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, check out this &lt;a href="http://global.yesasia.com/en/PrdDept.aspx/pid-1004077222/code-c/section-music/"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt; if you wish to find out more. Meanwhile, I shall go ogle at him out cause I managed to download the MV from the &lt;a href="http://http://www.jay-chou.net/forums/showthread.php?t=14697"&gt;forum&lt;/a&gt; itself. Yay, I love Jay. Yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy eighteen, Yufen! Hope you had fun with your celebrations! :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8207666-112991393868968424?l=thirteeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/feeds/112991393868968424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8207666&amp;postID=112991393868968424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/112991393868968424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/112991393868968424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/2005/10/jays-6th-album-novembers-chopin-is.html' title=''/><author><name>del</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8207666.post-112957356000207942</id><published>2005-10-17T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T02:26:00.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So guess where did we go today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thirteeen/53434390/"&gt;&lt;img height="192" alt="Man-made euphoria you say?" src="http://static.flickr.com/31/53434390_a8b50e5a67_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, the long awaited &lt;a href="http://benjerry.com"&gt;Ben &amp; Jerry's&lt;/a&gt;! We went to the Suntec outlet cause I read from &lt;a href="http://chuahejin.blogspot.com/2005/10/tattling-on-others.html"&gt;He Jin's&lt;/a&gt; blog that it's already open. We went there last week but we couldn't find the shop itself, so we asked the information counter and they said it's not open yet. Anyway. We had already tried most of the flavours like Chunky Monkey, Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough, Cherry Garcia, Phish Food, Chocolate Fudge Brownie and all since these are all readily available in tubs at most supermarkets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thirteeen/53434388/"&gt;&lt;img height="192" alt="Ben &amp;amp; Jerry's menu at the Suntec outlet" src="http://static.flickr.com/28/53434388_c9d73677ea_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The menu is very limited, compared to &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.benjerry.com/scoop_shops/menu/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;this&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we took quite a while to decide what to have. In the end, we chose:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thirteeen/53434393/"&gt;&lt;img height="192" alt="Yum." src="http://static.flickr.com/32/53434393_a9e59a8e9a_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Create-your-own Core sundae! The staff there were ultra friendly, and surprising, they are all females too. The core sundae allows you to choose 2 flavours of your choice (&lt;a class="flavors" href="http://www.benjerry.com/our_products/flavor_details.cfm?product_id=101" target="_blank"&gt;Mint Chocolate Chunk&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a class="flavors" href="http://www.benjerry.com/our_products/flavor_details.cfm?product_id=51" target="_blank"&gt;New York Super Fudge Chunk&lt;/a&gt;), comes with a choice of hot fudge or caramel or both, and a variety of toppings such as mini M&amp;M's, nuts, chocolate sprinkles topped with the oh-so-fattening whipped cream. I love whipped cream by the way. We ordered a Berry berry Sorbet Splash too. Can't remember the price though (not I pay one ma), think it's $7.50 for the Sorbet Splash. Forgot how much was the sundae. Okay la, to be honest I think the items are pretty average. Perhaps they should expand their menu and choices a little. Introduce flavours which are not easily available in our local supermarkets and all. Really hope they would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey. Just wanna tell you I had fun today. Really enjoyed your company the whole day. Thanks for the little treat too, it means so much to me. I may spite you a lot and say things I don't mean &lt;u&gt;at all&lt;/u&gt;, but I just want to let you know that I appreciate everything you've done for me so far. The sacrifices you made, the time spent with me, the little things you say and do. They mean so much, and I want you to know that I really appreciate them all. It feels great being with you, enjoyed your company so, so much...I hope you feel the same way too.&lt;/em&gt; :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8207666-112957356000207942?l=thirteeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/feeds/112957356000207942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8207666&amp;postID=112957356000207942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/112957356000207942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/112957356000207942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/2005/10/so-guess-where-did-we-go-today-yep.html' title=''/><author><name>del</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8207666.post-112447684656588696</id><published>2005-10-16T03:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T03:52:24.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Useless random facts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I totally detest the feeling of short-lived happiness. Don't give me something only to take it away later (&lt;a href="http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/2005/03/it-ended-with-perfect-start.html"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I hate fucking hate it when anyone gives me false hopes, unintentionally or not. Don't promise anything if you don't intend to fulfil that promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I hate losing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I have an ego too huge for my own damn good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) I don't really have a thing for Business (Studies) and I have zero idea why am I in the course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) I cry to make myself feel better, even though I hate the fact that I tear easily at the slightest things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) There are times I have no idea what am I doing to myself. Mental and emotional torture are one of the worst punishments around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) There are times when I absolutely despise and hate myself to the core that I just wanna silt my wrists and bleed to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) I hate studying, projects and exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) I have a thing for making sure people around me (including myself) spell/pronounce words correctly. E.g. "&lt;em&gt;weird&lt;/em&gt;" spelt as "&lt;em&gt;wierd&lt;/em&gt;". No no, I'm not trying to prove I speak and spell perfect English, but somehow it gets on nerves especially when people can't spell correctly. What's a dictionary for man?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) I contradict myself. A lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) I'm weak as hell emotionally. I succumb to almost anything. Serve me right for being a softie. This heart melts like hot wax you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) I &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;really&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; wish to study law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) I think expressing your love in mandarin is extremely romantic. Ha, actually I only thought so after 道名寺 said these words to 杉菜 on 流星花园&lt;em&gt;：“我喜欢你，喜欢迷恋到自己都觉得莫名其妙…在我眼中，看到的就只有你一个人。我知道我很烦，可是我要你知道，只要你跑得掉的话，我一定会追到你…不管你跑到任何地方，就算是地狱也好，不管你跑到天涯海角，我一定要追到你…我要你知道一件事，就是我要定你了。”&lt;/em&gt; Not the exact, but somewhere close. So romantic hor? I'll melt if anyone actually says anything close to me. Hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;p/s: Will add on more when I remember.&lt;br /&gt;Last edited: 6th September, 5:16PM &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8207666-112447684656588696?l=thirteeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/feeds/112447684656588696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8207666&amp;postID=112447684656588696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/112447684656588696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/112447684656588696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/2005/10/useless-random-facts-1-i-totally.html' title=''/><author><name>del</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8207666.post-112931276039208709</id><published>2005-10-15T02:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T03:12:23.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I haven't been updating proper for quite some time, and well I'm not apologetic. Hurhur. Plain lazy really. I guess it's time I update proper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Term exams came and went. Badly done, didn't study at all. Pretty much last minute cramming. Received our results last Thursday. My GPA dropped from 2.7 to 1.8. Says pretty much about my grades eh? &lt;em&gt;3 Ds, 1 C and 1 B&lt;/em&gt;, which went to BLAW of course. Well I'm disappointed I didn't nail the AD for it like I said I wanted to, but then it's obviously my fault that I didnt put in effort for the exam. I kinda did it shoddily. HRM was D+, didn't know what happened there. Thought I would get a C at least. FMGT was D too. To think I promised Mark Tan I'll get B (or is it C?) for it. Too ashamed to face him liao. If I see him around in school, I'll probably hide or run away. Hurhur. And the new timetable's out already, pretty relieved we're gonna be in the same class again. Whoo. Some classes changed totally and some others had to break up. I guess TB22's damn lucky &lt;em&gt;la&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This term holidays are gonna be over in about 2 weeks, and I must say it didn't felt like 5 weeks had passed at all. I'm either at work or out roaming the streets either in town or somewhere around Marina Square with you. Am still working at &lt;a href="http://www.mysg.com.sg"&gt;My Secret Garden&lt;/a&gt; at Middle Road by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I so have to mention this. There are new &lt;a href="http://www.benjerry.com.sg/"&gt;Ben and Jerry's&lt;/a&gt; outlets popping out all around. There's one at United Square at Novena (a disappointment, really) and I read from the papers that there's gonna be one opening in Great World City and another in Suntec. We went to check out the one at US last week (I think) and hell, I was so fucking disappointed. It's so damn small &lt;em&gt;can&lt;/em&gt;, probably able to accommodate about 10-12 people or so? And I guess the timing was wrong, the seats were all filled with either schoolkids or housewives. Not like I have anything against them, but I just got super &lt;em&gt;sian&lt;/em&gt; when I saw it was crowded. So we left without even buying a single item. The menu is pretty limited compared to the one I saw on the website..I don't know if the one at the zoo offers a wider range, but I certainly hope they do, if not I'm gonna get super pissed and disappointed all over. Really dying to go to the one at the zoo. Next week maybe? &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Hint hint*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thirteeen/52452909/"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="Mauboussin ring" src="http://static.flickr.com/30/52452909_8231e7ab07_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw this ring in The Sunday Times few weeks back. Fell in love with it at first sight, and the price? &lt;strong&gt;$3,500.&lt;/strong&gt; It's from &lt;a href="http://www.mauboussin.com/"&gt;Mauboussin&lt;/a&gt;, a French brand if I'm not wrong. Saw the ring on display on Tuesday at Takahimaya but somehow it didn't look as nice as it did when I saw it in the papers. Thought the diamonds were embedded into the ring, but it kinda pops out, so maybe that's the reason why? Dunno, I still like it a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thirteeen/52452908/"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="Preeeetty baby." src="http://static.flickr.com/29/52452908_b353c60802_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 packets of WONKA NeRdS, 8 bloody flavours. That's &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Strawberry&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Grape&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Pinktricitic&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Lemonade&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Wild Cherry&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Watermelon&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;ElectroOrange&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Cola&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Tsk, I think it's damn pretty &lt;em&gt;la&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thirteeen/52452907/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="I like!" src="http://static.flickr.com/24/52452907_3be286a3e9_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this top a lot! Found it online, either from &lt;a href="http://asos.com/"&gt;ASOS&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://www.urbanoutfitters.com/"&gt;Urban Outfitters&lt;/a&gt;, forgot which liao. I really like it damn a lot can? I want...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thirteeen/39246471/"&gt;&lt;img height="160" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/24/39246471_3772e4a472_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been meaning to post it for a long time, but I keep forgetting. Fanny made this for my birthday, and it's titled &lt;em&gt;'happy del &amp; fan'&lt;/em&gt;. Nice hor? And notice that I'm on the right side (or is it left?) for 14 out of all 16 photos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm lastly, should I get the &lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/ipodnano/"&gt;iPod nano&lt;/a&gt;? $438 for a 4GB one, dunno if I should or not leh. What if the same thing happen to it like &lt;a href="http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/2005/03/it-ended-with-perfect-start.html"&gt;what happened to my bloody mini&lt;/a&gt;?! I'll just slit my wrists and die man! I have to slog &lt;strong&gt;87.6&lt;/strong&gt; bloody hours for it &lt;em&gt;la&lt;/em&gt;. How how how? I can't quite decide. And please, do not ask me to get a Creative player. I'm not a Creative fan. No way am I gonna get one of those. I love iPods, despite my bad experience with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, &lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/ipod/ipod.html"&gt;look&lt;/a&gt;! Another 'upgraded' iPod!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Edit: Forgot to mention that I coloured and highlighted my hair quite a few weeks back, on the 23rd of September. I love the colours, though they make me look a little er, wild. No photos of it yet. Will post up one soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8207666-112931276039208709?l=thirteeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/feeds/112931276039208709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8207666&amp;postID=112931276039208709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/112931276039208709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/112931276039208709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/2005/10/so-i-havent-been-updating-proper-for.html' title=''/><author><name>del</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8207666.post-112870283940212941</id><published>2005-10-08T00:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T00:33:59.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I say, go catch &lt;a href="http://corpsebridemovie.warnerbros.com/"&gt;Corpse Bride&lt;/a&gt;. Watched it today and I enjoyed it thoroughly, especially the musical scenes. Oh, I think Emily is prettier than Victoria though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Victor's wedding vows:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;With this hand I will lift your sorrows. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your cup will never be empty, for I will be your wine. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;With this candle, I will light your way into darkness. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;With this ring, I ask you to be mine. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8207666-112870283940212941?l=thirteeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/feeds/112870283940212941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8207666&amp;postID=112870283940212941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/112870283940212941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/112870283940212941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-say-go-catch-corpse-bride.html' title=''/><author><name>del</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8207666.post-112783972872030087</id><published>2005-09-28T00:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T22:46:37.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Faith is what I need. Hope is what I have to keep this relationship going. I don't know if I was being cruel by saying those words I spoke to you yesterday, all I know is that it hurts to see those tears form at the corner of your eyes. You tried to hide, but I could feel the pain you felt then. I believe you felt the pain I feel too, when I said those words to you. I know it's hard to break this; I don't think I'll ever find the courage to say those words again. &lt;em&gt;"I am sure we make a good us."&lt;/em&gt; you said the other day, and deep down I know we will make good this relationship. Time together isn't long I know, but it's enough time for me to realise what I want and how much you actually mean to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You got me so addicted now I just can't get enough of you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8207666-112783972872030087?l=thirteeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/feeds/112783972872030087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8207666&amp;postID=112783972872030087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/112783972872030087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/112783972872030087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/2005/09/faith-is-what-i-need.html' title=''/><author><name>del</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8207666.post-112737486982060665</id><published>2005-09-22T15:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T20:51:48.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Remember what you told me yesterday, and all the days before. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;How do you expect me to believe you if you keep doing this to me time and time again? You know how much I hate it; you know how I can figure things on my own even if you kept it from me deliberately. You gave me hope, you made me believe in us; yet you're the one who willingly shatter my hopes all the same. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Remember what you told me yesterday afternoon, and know if you meant whatever you said, remember my dear.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"他曾经熄灭了她的希望，如今又把希望重燃。"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8207666-112737486982060665?l=thirteeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/feeds/112737486982060665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8207666&amp;postID=112737486982060665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/112737486982060665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/112737486982060665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/2005/09/remember-what-you-told-me-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>del</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8207666.post-112689732430081487</id><published>2005-09-17T03:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T03:21:29.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This won't work, I know it won't. But I hate to give up because you mean too much to me now. I apologize if I made you unhappy without knowing it, if I had a bad attitude and temper, if I caused you to get into unnecessary trouble..and I don't know what else I did that I should apologize for. I don't know what to do anymore, it gets extremely frustrating when things like that happen and all the hopes I had before just falls apart..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always try so hard to suppress my feelings, which is very difficult for someone like me..I try to act nonchalent and pretend like I don't care when deep down, I do. Yes, I admit it eats into me &lt;em&gt;a hell lot&lt;/em&gt; and affects everything I do, but I guess I have no right to complain because afterall, this is what I chose to do. And this is the price I have to pay. &lt;em&gt;Worth it?&lt;/em&gt; Sometimes yes, sometimes no, I don't really care - because looking at you just makes me forget about everything else, and whatever feelings I felt before wouldn't matter anymore. &lt;em&gt;This&lt;/em&gt; is what you can do to me. &lt;em&gt;This&lt;/em&gt; is how you affect me and my life if you don't already know. I'm not perfect, am nowhere near perfection either. But I believed I tried to make things work out..you don't know how I want this to work out so badly. And I hope that, despite everything that has happened in between, I still brought you some kind of happiness you can't find somewhere else. &lt;em&gt;A kind of happiness that's unique to you, me - us. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8207666-112689732430081487?l=thirteeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/feeds/112689732430081487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8207666&amp;postID=112689732430081487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/112689732430081487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/112689732430081487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/2005/09/this-wont-work-i-know-it-wont.html' title=''/><author><name>del</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8207666.post-112617481807809386</id><published>2005-09-08T18:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T18:20:18.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To-die-for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thirteeen/41400245/"&gt;&lt;img height="150" alt="iPod nano" src="http://static.flickr.com/33/41400245_14ef3f5ee9_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iPod nano. (&lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/ipodnano/"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8207666-112617481807809386?l=thirteeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/feeds/112617481807809386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8207666&amp;postID=112617481807809386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/112617481807809386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/112617481807809386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/2005/09/to-die-for-ipod-nano.html' title=''/><author><name>del</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8207666.post-112585725943577828</id><published>2005-09-06T03:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T03:33:55.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Here By Me&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;3 Doors Down&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you're doing fine out there without me&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm not doing so good without you&lt;br /&gt;The things I thought you'd never know about me&lt;br /&gt;Were the things I guess you always understood&lt;br /&gt;So how could I have been so blind for all these years&lt;br /&gt;And this I only see the truth through all this fear living without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And anything I have in this world&lt;br /&gt;And all that I'll ever be&lt;br /&gt;It could all fall down around me&lt;br /&gt;Just as long as I have you right here by me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't take another day without you&lt;br /&gt;'Cause baby, I could never make it on my own&lt;br /&gt;I've been waiting so long just to hold you&lt;br /&gt;And to be back in your arms where I belong&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I can't always find the words to say&lt;br /&gt;When anything I've ever known gets swept away&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I don't go a lot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everything I have in this world&lt;br /&gt;And all that I'll ever be&lt;br /&gt;It could all fall down around me&lt;br /&gt;Just as long as I have you right here by me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And every day alone I see&lt;br /&gt;Some is standing still for me&lt;br /&gt;And you're not here&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I can't always find the words to say&lt;br /&gt;When anything I've ever known gets swept away&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I don't go a lot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everything I have in this world&lt;br /&gt;And all that I'll ever be&lt;br /&gt;It could all fall down around me&lt;br /&gt;Just as long as I have you right here by me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because I take comfort in little things like this. The second you sent me so far - simple, effortless, yet enough to calm the raging storm inside me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8207666-112585725943577828?l=thirteeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/feeds/112585725943577828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8207666&amp;postID=112585725943577828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/112585725943577828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/112585725943577828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/2005/09/here-by-me-3-doors-down-i-hope-youre.html' title=''/><author><name>del</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8207666.post-112577120830346979</id><published>2005-09-04T02:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T02:33:03.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Times like these when I don't know if I should hang on or let go. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Times like these when I have no clue if this will ever work out.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Times like these when I desperately need the assurance and yet there isn't any.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Times like these when I despise myself for not being able to hold back on my tears.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Times like these when I'm at my most vulnerable and helpless.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Times like these when I need to know if you meant the things you said to me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Times like these when I know for sure you wouldn't give up anything for me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Times like these when I hate myself for being nothing more than a burden.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Times like these when I wonder if you have any idea the amount of pain inflicted upon this heart.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Times like these when I wish you feel the pain this heart has to bear.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Times like these when I want you to hold me in your arms and tell me everything will be fine.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Times like these when the faith falls, hope diminishes, and everything else shatters.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8207666-112577120830346979?l=thirteeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/feeds/112577120830346979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8207666&amp;postID=112577120830346979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/112577120830346979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/112577120830346979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/2005/09/times-like-these-when-i-dont-know-if-i.html' title=''/><author><name>del</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8207666.post-112568140816150184</id><published>2005-09-03T01:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T02:05:52.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Some silly cow drank a whole spoonful of vinegar just because I said he needed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You made me believe in love.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Our love.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't let me lose faith in it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8207666-112568140816150184?l=thirteeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/feeds/112568140816150184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8207666&amp;postID=112568140816150184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/112568140816150184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/112568140816150184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/2005/09/some-silly-cow-drank-whole-spoonful-of.html' title=''/><author><name>del</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8207666.post-112548964594135478</id><published>2005-08-31T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T20:03:29.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;13 calls, 6 SMSes and 8 hours - that's how long I need to hear from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8207666-112548964594135478?l=thirteeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/feeds/112548964594135478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8207666&amp;postID=112548964594135478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/112548964594135478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/112548964594135478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/2005/08/13-calls-6-smses-and-8-hours-thats-how.html' title=''/><author><name>del</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8207666.post-112523899666869025</id><published>2005-08-28T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T13:53:10.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Off the &lt;a href="http://www2.victoriassecret.com/commerce/application/prodDisplay/?namespace=productDisplay&amp;origin=onlineProductDisplay.jsp&amp;amp;event=display&amp;prnbr=SC-180052&amp;amp;page=%202&amp;cgname=OSSWMBIKTNY&amp;amp;rfnbr=1774"&gt;Victoria's Secrets&lt;/a&gt; website,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thirteeen/37892449/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="V246918_RC093" src="http://photos27.flickr.com/37892449_08637ca1d6_m.jpg" width="178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh, her bod is damn nice can?! I wanttttt! Was looking at the VS online shop's bikinis when I saw this. The black bikini is really simple, but this model made it look so damn hot. Omg, damn nice &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;la&lt;/span&gt;. Anyone knows her name or something? Leave a tag if you know k! Fuck, her bod damn niceeeee. *drools*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8207666-112523899666869025?l=thirteeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/feeds/112523899666869025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8207666&amp;postID=112523899666869025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/112523899666869025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/112523899666869025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/2005/08/off-victorias-secrets-website-argh-her.html' title=''/><author><name>del</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8207666.post-112498935203868797</id><published>2005-08-26T00:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T01:02:50.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>New template. Nice, no?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8207666-112498935203868797?l=thirteeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/feeds/112498935203868797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8207666&amp;postID=112498935203868797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/112498935203868797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/112498935203868797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/2005/08/new-template.html' title=''/><author><name>del</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8207666.post-112497290718235949</id><published>2005-08-25T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T17:05:54.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Currently into &lt;a href="http://www.junkfoodforever.com/"&gt;Junk Food&lt;/a&gt; tees. They're like damn nice can. Price also equally nice. Hurhur. The only place in Singapore I know that sells them is Queen Couture at Heeren. I think it costs about $55 per tee at least. I've got &lt;a href="http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/2005/06/eat-your-hearts-out-although-this-is.html"&gt;one&lt;/a&gt; from there, but it's not Junk Food. Think its something Urban Funky dunnowhat. Wish I have a friend that lives in the US so he/she can buy these gorgeous tees for me and mail it over. Bahhhhh. Anyway, check out my faves:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From &lt;a href="http://www.shopkitson.com/index.php"&gt;Kitson&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thirteeen/37060755/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="Junk Food tee" src="http://static.flickr.com/21/37060755_bcdb7110b3_m.jpg" width="192" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pepe le Pew! The foul-smelling skunk, if I'm not wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From &lt;a href="http://search.80stees.com/exec/?all=u1&amp;i=1&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;q=junk%20food&amp;referer=gog-paid&amp;amp;u1=q&amp;x=22&amp;amp;y=2"&gt;80sTees.com&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thirteeen/37060754/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="Junk Food Superman Save Me" src="http://static.flickr.com/31/37060754_9106e3d5e9_m.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Save meeeee (from all these gorgeous tees).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thirteeen/37060753/"&gt;&lt;img height="232" alt="Junk Food Hires Root Beer tee" src="http://static.flickr.com/27/37060753_33040b73db_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Root beer, and its brown!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thirteeen/37060752/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="Junk Food Batman Distressed" src="http://static.flickr.com/33/37060752_d690da8ede_m.jpg" width="224" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't find a superhero tee with my all-time favourite Spidey on it though. Hm, I wonder why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thirteeen/37060751/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="Junk Food A&amp;W Root Beer" src="http://static.flickr.com/33/37060751_bc6f8e7f1c_m.jpg" width="230" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A&amp;amp;W?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thirteeen/37060750/"&gt;&lt;img height="188" alt="Junk Food Alvin Chipmunk" src="http://static.flickr.com/32/37060750_12aa73e18b_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alvin and the Chipmunks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Happy 18th Birthday Daniel! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8207666-112497290718235949?l=thirteeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/feeds/112497290718235949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8207666&amp;postID=112497290718235949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/112497290718235949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/112497290718235949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/2005/08/currently-into-junk-food-tees.html' title=''/><author><name>del</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8207666.post-112489046668252295</id><published>2005-08-24T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T21:34:26.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thirteeen/36803251/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos32.flickr.com/36803251_bb50efc160_m.jpg" alt="DSCF0019" height="180" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mineminemine! For $95 on Yahoo! auctions! Yay. Got them from this nice lady. Check out the rest of her stuff &lt;a href="http://user.auctions.yahoo.com/sg/user/nickogy_auction?"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8207666-112489046668252295?l=thirteeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/feeds/112489046668252295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8207666&amp;postID=112489046668252295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/112489046668252295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/112489046668252295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/2005/08/mineminemine-for-95-on-yahoo-auctions.html' title=''/><author><name>del</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8207666.post-112464990925931681</id><published>2005-08-22T02:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T22:58:13.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thirteeen/35925457/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/28/35925457_8c67a24cdf_m.jpg" width="240" height="152" alt="screw ECD" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I know my drawing sucks and I don't have some high-tech programme to draw this proper I have to resort to using paint on the computer. But what I want to say is clear - &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;SCREW ECD&lt;/span&gt;. Fuck, by far it's the &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;WORST &lt;/span&gt;project I've ever done in my whole NP life. By the way, it stands for Enterprise Creation and Development. Something about entrepreneurship and businesses. Fuck, I swear if I ever start my own business, I'll hire someone to do up my business plans for me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8207666-112464990925931681?l=thirteeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/feeds/112464990925931681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8207666&amp;postID=112464990925931681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/112464990925931681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/112464990925931681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/2005/08/okay-i-know-my-drawing-sucks-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>del</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8207666.post-112455039966374125</id><published>2005-08-20T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T03:48:04.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Because I know you wouldn't give up anything for me. Am I worth nothing more than a penny in your pocket?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8207666-112455039966374125?l=thirteeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/feeds/112455039966374125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8207666&amp;postID=112455039966374125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/112455039966374125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/112455039966374125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/2005/08/because-i-know-you-wouldnt-give-up.html' title=''/><author><name>del</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8207666.post-112429750316225328</id><published>2005-08-18T01:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T01:15:02.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;爱疯了&lt;br /&gt;戴佩妮&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;不敢问 却一直想问 你心里藏着什么人&lt;br /&gt;不敢猜 却一直想猜 若回去有没有可能&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;我不够完整&lt;/em&gt; 你给的从来不够完整&lt;br /&gt;连一个语气都无法确认&lt;br /&gt;这种缺乏是什么象征&lt;br /&gt;不开灯 我不要开灯&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;我身边容不下别的人&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不锁门 我不要锁门&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;你回来是一种可能&lt;br /&gt;我那么的认真&lt;br /&gt;去思考你对我的认真&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;是多么伤害你&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;结果始终是疑问&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;我爱疯了 我疯到自己痛也不晓得&lt;br /&gt;放弃了保护自己的责任&lt;br /&gt;放弃了抵抗脆弱的天份&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;我不管了 我不管这伤口能不能愈合&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;选择了你也许是错的人&lt;br /&gt;选择了包容你的不安分&lt;br /&gt;请尊重我的&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8207666-112429750316225328?l=thirteeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/feeds/112429750316225328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8207666&amp;postID=112429750316225328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/112429750316225328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/112429750316225328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/2005/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>del</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8207666.post-112429593103832109</id><published>2005-08-18T00:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T01:26:49.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I guess it's time I update proper. Lot of things to write about, but I can't remember all of them though..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hm, common tests were badly done. Failed HRM 21.5/50 and FMGT 23/50. CMA was 59 or 60; can't remember, and BLAW was 76 I think. Got back ECD today, 31/60. Lost marks for my MCQs, only 8/20. Damn it. Hope I won't get a D grade or something. Still struggling with FMGT and CMA. Ugh. I &lt;strong&gt;hate&lt;/strong&gt; figures. First term paper on the 9th September - BLAW. CMA on the 12th, HRM on the 15th and FMGT on the 16th. Stopped working temporarily till the exams end. Gotta pia like mad from the 19th to 24th to ensure that I get money to spend during the hols. Dunno if I should continue working at Mysg. I enjoy working there most of the times cause I don't know why, but the thought of working with new crew all over is quite sian. Plus I think Fanny and Yufen wants to leave too. Gahhhh don't know don't care (for now). Wait till exams end then say. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Went to celebrate my birthday with the Fanny, Yufen, Paul, Rui and Yang on Friday after ECD test. Went to Holland for dinner. Initially wanted to dine at Essential Brew, but changed our minds after looking at the prices. Then guess what? We decided to &lt;em&gt;whack&lt;/em&gt; (er, correct spelling?) &lt;em&gt;zhi cha&lt;/em&gt; at the coffee shop! Hurhurhur. Ordered venison meat, oatmeal prawns, chilli&lt;em&gt; kang kong&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;zhao pai tofu&lt;/em&gt;, BBQ stingray and the yam ring which, according to the self-proclaimed &lt;em&gt;zhi cha&lt;/em&gt; guru Fanny Lim, sucked. I felt so honoured! Rui and Yang both shell a prawn for me, and Rui gave me a peanut (okay, cashew nut to be precise)! A nut! I'm rich. &lt;em&gt;Fwah&lt;/em&gt;, 600K leh. Anyway after dinner, we headed to Essential Brew again for some drinks to digest our bloated tummies. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We ordered our drinks, which were lovely by the way, and talked hell lot of crap. Then Rui was telling me about his rain/cloud story at Mount Kinabalu, and I was listening to him attentively when somehow, one reason or another, I turned my head to my left and I saw this bright glowing object in the waiter's hands - a birthday cake. I was totally shocked it took me a few seconds to realise it was a cake. Then they started singing &lt;em&gt;'Happy Birthday'&lt;/em&gt; so damn loudly and hell, I started tearing. Typical la, I know. Can't help it can. I was totally shocked la. Settled down and I blew the 9 candles. And guess what? The cake's from The Patissier! Damn nice can. Yummy. We forgot to bring a camera along, had to rely on our high-tech phones for pictures. Will upload them soon. Anyway I was really really touched and happy that night. Enjoyed myself so so much. Thanks &lt;em&gt;eh&lt;/em&gt;! ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Had dim sum with my family at Lei Garden on Sunday. I love dim sum! One of my favourite cuisine. I think I would be very happy living in Hong Kong, eating &lt;em&gt;bo lo pao&lt;/em&gt; and sipping &lt;em&gt;nai cha &lt;/em&gt;in the mornings, having dim sum for lunch and er, desserts for dinner every single day. Hah. My parents bought me a wallet and I felt so damn guilty making them spend so much, especially when my Dad said, &lt;em&gt;"Better study hard I tell you."&lt;/em&gt; *gulps* If I bought the wallet myself, I've gotta work a whopping 110 hours for it man. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And thanks to everyone who SMSed: Felicia (Tan), Yufen, my Mum, Jack, Dennis, Wen Jia, Ruth, Sandee, Darren, Yang, Paul, Kang Ni, Jack from Mysg, Leon my fellow birthday boy, Tiffany (Loh), Charmaine, Lionel (for the lovely chocs as well!), Victoria, Faith, Ming Zhu, Jeremy (Esplanade?!), Dorcas (Ling), Wee Cheng, Yen Ping, Fanny, Dorcas (Lum, who insisted she didn't forget), Joo Sheng, Guohao, Daniel (who called on Sunday night), Grace, Elena, Bell, and everyone else who made my day one way or another! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thanks to you too. For spending the entire day with me. I enjoyed your company very much, like I always do. You've been great..thanks for everything, I appreciate them all.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8207666-112429593103832109?l=thirteeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/feeds/112429593103832109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8207666&amp;postID=112429593103832109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/112429593103832109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/112429593103832109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-guess-its-time-i-update-proper.html' title=''/><author><name>del</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8207666.post-112421425751177939</id><published>2005-08-17T01:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T01:48:00.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My Toshiba laptop is finally back in its original working condition (almost brand new) after I sent it to MeL on the 1st to get the hard disk replaced. Yippee. *does chicken dance like Grandpa Joe in Charlie and the Chocolate Factory* Hurhur, kidding. I know I should write about something more substantial but I'm really lazy. Think I'll blog on Friday night or something, when I have more time to sort out my (very) jumbled up thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Still the one.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8207666-112421425751177939?l=thirteeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/feeds/112421425751177939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8207666&amp;postID=112421425751177939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/112421425751177939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/112421425751177939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-toshiba-laptop-is-finally-back-in.html' title=''/><author><name>del</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8207666.post-112402498602032272</id><published>2005-08-14T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T21:09:46.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thanks for the birthday greetings everyone! Will give a detailed account er, soon. Till then!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8207666-112402498602032272?l=thirteeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/feeds/112402498602032272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8207666&amp;postID=112402498602032272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/112402498602032272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/112402498602032272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/2005/08/thanks-for-birthday-greetings-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>del</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8207666.post-112326815952895598</id><published>2005-08-06T02:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T03:00:36.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"You don't always see the pain someone feels."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I remember reading this line or something similar somewhere before, but I can't recall where exactly. I'm thinking if it's you, but I looked through your archives and I can't seem to find the post. Maybe you deleted it or something since you always edit your old entries. Not sure. Sorry if I quoted you without giving you any credit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sorry I have to resort to writing in bits here or send you extremely long SMSes. I just feel it's easier to put myself across in writing rather than verbally. And you don't know how hard I want this to work out. I keep trying, and I keep falling. But I'm hanging on; not about to let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8207666-112326815952895598?l=thirteeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/feeds/112326815952895598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8207666&amp;postID=112326815952895598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/112326815952895598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/112326815952895598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/2005/08/you-dont-always-see-pain-someone-feels.html' title=''/><author><name>del</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8207666.post-112291157413782106</id><published>2005-08-01T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T23:52:54.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't click on the links if you don't wish to see some spoilers for the upcoming episodes of ANTM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am inspired to get a makeover (for my hair) after watching &lt;a href="http://www.upn.com/shows/top_model4/show/ep02/index10.shtml"&gt;today's episode&lt;/a&gt; of America's Next Top Model. Hurhurhur. I am so totally in love with &lt;a href="http://www.upn.com/shows/top_model4/models/bio/naima.shtml"&gt;Naima&lt;/a&gt;. Her mohawk-do is totally cool la. I wanna marry her. Lalala...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8207666-112291157413782106?l=thirteeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/feeds/112291157413782106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8207666&amp;postID=112291157413782106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/112291157413782106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/112291157413782106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/2005/08/dont-click-on-links-if-you-dont-wish.html' title=''/><author><name>del</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8207666.post-112188303992643284</id><published>2005-07-21T02:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T02:17:36.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Promise&lt;br /&gt;Tracy Chapman&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you wait for me&lt;br /&gt;Then I'll come for you&lt;br /&gt;Although I've travelled far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I always hold a place for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; In my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think of me&lt;br /&gt;If you miss me once in a while&lt;br /&gt;Then I'll return to you&lt;br /&gt;I'll return and fill that space in your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remembering your touch&lt;br /&gt;Your kiss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Your warm embrace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'll find my way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Back to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; If you'll be waiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you dream of me&lt;br /&gt;Like I dream of you&lt;br /&gt;In a place that's warm and dark&lt;br /&gt;In a place where I can feel&lt;br /&gt;The beating of your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I've longed for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And I have desired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; To see your face your smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; To be with you wherever you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remembering your touch&lt;br /&gt;Your kiss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Your warm embrace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'll find my way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Back to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; If you'll be waiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Please say you'll be waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Together again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; It would feel so good to be in your arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where all my journeys end&lt;br /&gt;If you make a promise&lt;br /&gt;If it's one that you can keep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I vow to come to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; If you wait for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And say you'll hold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; A place for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; In your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:70%;"&gt;Sorry..for the things I did and I did not do, for crying at the slightest bit, for not being strong enough like I said I would be, for hurting you with my actions..my words, for putting you through all these shits, for not listening to you, for being stubborn, for interfering with your life..your relationships, for appearing at the wrong place and time, for being so demanding,..so possessive, for being childish and temperamental, for not appreciating you enough, for adding to your troubles, for not being in the right position to help you, for wanting and needing you so bad..and so many other sorrys' I can't remember. But most of all, I apologise for not being that someone you need me to be..&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/8207666-112188303992643284?l=thirteeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/feeds/112188303992643284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8207666&amp;postID=112188303992643284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/112188303992643284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/112188303992643284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/2005/07/promise-tracy-chapman-if-you-wait-for.html' title=''/><author><name>del</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8207666.post-112169902555946843</id><published>2005-07-18T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T23:31:11.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I want to cry. And all I need is someone who will sit by and listen to me sob uncontrollably and not say a thing to make me feel better knowing I won't, no matter how hard they try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8207666-112169902555946843?l=thirteeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/feeds/112169902555946843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8207666&amp;postID=112169902555946843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/112169902555946843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/112169902555946843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-want-to-cry.html' title=''/><author><name>del</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8207666.post-112169628279872332</id><published>2005-07-18T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T22:22:14.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh man oh man. &lt;a href="http://popagandhi.com/vault/okay-i-changed-my-mind/"&gt;Adri&lt;/a&gt; is back! Woohoo!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8207666-112169628279872332?l=thirteeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/feeds/112169628279872332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8207666&amp;postID=112169628279872332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/112169628279872332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/112169628279872332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/2005/07/oh-man-oh-man.html' title=''/><author><name>del</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8207666.post-112161464304220593</id><published>2005-07-17T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T23:49:28.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In the midst of finding a new blog template. Don't get me wrong, I love this current template a lot, but I think I should get one without those navigation things (my feeble attempt of trying to look/act like a "professional" blogger) Hurhurhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I guess the &lt;a href="http://tomorrow.sg/archives/2005/07/16/update_from_bloggerssg.html"&gt;Bloggers.SG 2005&lt;/a&gt; con was a success. (screw Sunday Times for saying that it was YAWN) Pffft! I knew I should have went. I really wanted the &lt;a href="http://www.sgdanielwang.com/blog/tshirt.htm"&gt;gorgeous blogger con t-shirt&lt;/a&gt; la. Anyone kind enough to sell me one? Heh. Am like, stabbing myself in the thigh for not turning up man. So jealous of those who took pictures with &lt;a href="http://www.mrbrown.com/"&gt;mrbrown&lt;/a&gt; and the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oh-so-hot &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myveryownglob.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mr Miyagi&lt;/a&gt; can?! Bleah. Oh, check out the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Top Ten Reasons you did not attend the Bloggers.SG&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;meet&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://doubleyellow.blogspot.com/2005/07/top-ten-reasons-you-did-not-attend.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. And check &lt;a href="http://izreloaded.tripod.com/july2005.htm#blogpolysg"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; too. So damn bloody cool la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: My Financial Management notes have been in front of me for about 2 hours or so, and it's still stuck at &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Topic 2 - Cash &amp;amp; Profit Planning&lt;/span&gt;. Somebody shoot me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8207666-112161464304220593?l=thirteeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/feeds/112161464304220593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8207666&amp;postID=112161464304220593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/112161464304220593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/112161464304220593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/2005/07/in-midst-of-finding-new-blog-template.html' title=''/><author><name>del</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8207666.post-112118472106809069</id><published>2005-07-12T11:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T00:12:01.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bloggers.sg/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v606/thirteeen/25461075_ec3d738b07_o.gif" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sigh, why does the Bloggers.SG have to be in the middle of our common tests?! Rarrrrr! I wanna go leh. *whines* I wanna see my blog idols! And one of them is &lt;a href="http://www.mrbrown.com/blog/2005/07/day_off_for_mys.html"&gt;mrbrown&lt;/a&gt;, who happens to turn a year older today! So happy birthday to the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ah kong&lt;/span&gt; of blogospshere. Hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the memories. It will stay with me for as long as I live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Let this story live on. 11th July 2005.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8207666-112118472106809069?l=thirteeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/feeds/112118472106809069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8207666&amp;postID=112118472106809069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/112118472106809069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/112118472106809069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/2005/07/sigh-why-does-bloggers.html' title=''/><author><name>del</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8207666.post-111978032028272914</id><published>2005-06-26T18:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T21:05:56.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Daniel told me that my blog entries are getting shorter and shorter, and I kinda noticed it. No bolts of inspiration to blog..Sad can. I feel bad neglecting my blog la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These few weeks has been such a blur. Vague with clarity that I only recall the significant events. School is terrible. I haven't done a single tutorial in full; most (in fact all) are half done. I don't understand FMGT and CMA, the figures and whatnot. BLAW is okay, just that the caselaws and reading are endless. HRM is such a bore, it's worse than BMGT and OB. ECD is non-examinable, so I have no complains. Term tests up in 3 weeks' and what does this say? One word - Unprepared. I keep telling myself I have to study, do this and that, but I don't put what I say into action. The to-do list I pasted on my table still says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;write CMA &amp; ECD notes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;reread Ravi, do BLAW tutorials.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;redo FMGT, CMA tutorials&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;research HRM, ECD, FMGT projects.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;BLAW!! *must study&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;JUST STUDY, DAMN IT! &gt;_&lt;"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;These 6 points don't get striked off even after 2 weeks. I told myself I want no D's for any of my modules, and yet I don't get down to work. How am I gonna fufill that if I don't start studying? And not like it's gonna help me get the grades I want just by ranting here on my blog. Bah! Time for someone to give me a slap. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway to save the trouble of me disgressing and you reading my crap, I'll just sum things up for the weeks before in point form.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Met up with the secondary school gang twice this month. Met Wen Jia too! Miss the times we spent together back at the holding school. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Went out almost everyday for the past 2 weeks. Haven't been going home for dinner..which is bad. Spent a hell lot of money too. My account is depleting &lt;em&gt;rapidly&lt;/em&gt;. I can see my iPod mini and Birkenstock in my dreams though. Hurhur.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Caught my 7th movie this month. That's Hitchhikers, Unleashed, Mr. &amp;amp; Mrs. Smith, Ghost Train, Batman, Be With You and Six. Be With You is damn nice. Your typical sappy Japanese movie but it's worth watching. Bawled my eyes out while watching. Typical of me as well..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stayed out the whole of Friday and we didn't have a proper place to sleep. And I had to work from 10AM to 11PM the next day (Saturday) . &lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;Really really&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt; proud of myself that I didn't exactly &lt;em&gt;peng&lt;/em&gt; at work.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And you know, I still think you look damn &lt;em&gt;shuai&lt;/em&gt; in that Topman shirt. :] &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I decided to be a regular blood donor once I hit 18. Wanted to participate in the one at NP last week, but I think I needed my parents' consent and stuff, which is too much of a hassle. Anyway time flies and it's only about 2 more months before I hit 18. Call me perverse, but I'm quite fascinated by the idea of being a regular blood donor after reading this &lt;a href="http://luvphobia.blogspot.com/2005/06/blood-letting-ritual.html"&gt;entry&lt;/a&gt; I saw on &lt;a href="http://tomorrow.sg"&gt;Tomorrow&lt;/a&gt;. Hmmm.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;"This must be an illusion, I know this can't be real..but right here and right now, this is paradise I feel."&lt;/em&gt; If I'm not wrong, this is some song lyric but I can't remember which. Expresses my feelings/thoughts very well for now.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And..I still think you're the greatest thing that can ever happen in my life.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Found this &lt;a href="http://jay-chou.net/forums/showthread.php?t=12744"&gt;poll &lt;/a&gt;on &lt;a href="http://www.jay-chou.net/"&gt;Jay-Chou.net&lt;/a&gt; that says:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If life had a remote control, which button would you hit?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pause&lt;br /&gt;Record&lt;br /&gt;Rewind&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward&lt;br /&gt;*Eject&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*Eject means to end your life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Tried to choose an option, but figured I was erm, spoilt for choice. Let's see. I'll choose..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;-&lt;em&gt;Pause&lt;/em&gt;, because life now has never been this good/happy/blissful/&lt;em&gt;xing fu&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;-&lt;em&gt;Record&lt;/em&gt;, so that I won't forget these happy times. And I can play the video of my life and recall the fondest memories, good or bad.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;-&lt;em&gt;Rewind&lt;/em&gt;, so I can undo the regrets I had/have.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;-&lt;em&gt;Fast forward&lt;/em&gt;, so as to spare me from the agony of going through tests and exams. But I want to stop at the point where I see myself working in a law firm. Hurhur.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;-&lt;em&gt;Eject&lt;/em&gt;, because ultimately, you're/I'm just living each day only to die at the end.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Hard to choose la. Don't know what I want either. What about you? What would you choose? Drop me a tag or leave a comment below! I'll be more than glad to hear what others think. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Oh, does anyone wants to go for the &lt;a href="http://tomorrow.sg/archives/2005/05/31/singapore_bloggers_convention_20.html"&gt;Bloggers.SG&lt;/a&gt; convention on the 16th July(Saturday) at Woodlands Library with me? I wanna go even though it's like in the middle of our common test week. I wanna meet my blog idols! Oh yea, did I mention that I saw Adrianna (who was previously from &lt;a href="http://popagandhi.com/titlehere/"&gt;popagandhi.com&lt;/a&gt;)? It was some time ago at Sculpture Square when they had the carnival thing in May. I tell you, I almost died from excessive hyperventilating. Hurhur, kidding. Anyway, drop a tag if you wanna go for the convention! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Here's a photo before I end, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thirteeen/21616844/"&gt;&lt;img height="192" alt="sunkist, not!" src="http://photos17.flickr.com/21616844_d51c0d22b7_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sunkist? Nah.&lt;/em&gt; Just the wedge of lemon that came with the drink I had at Fish &amp;amp; Co. I think I look cool. Hurhurhur. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;*p/s: This post got a lot of links hor? Must check them out! I took effort to link them kays.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8207666-111978032028272914?l=thirteeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/feeds/111978032028272914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8207666&amp;postID=111978032028272914' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/111978032028272914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/111978032028272914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/2005/06/daniel-told-me-that-my-blog-entries.html' title=''/><author><name>del</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8207666.post-111953877142206052</id><published>2005-06-23T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T18:33:18.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong style="FONT-SIZE: large"&gt;Congratulations del, you are... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://myblogger.kennysia.com/jo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jeff Ooi&lt;/strong&gt; of &lt;a href="http://www.jeffooi.com/"&gt;http://www.jeffooi.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;You are humble, mild-mannered yet wise. Your knowledge is vast as an ocean, but when confronted with an issue you are passionate about you are tough as a mountain. You have an aura of &lt;em&gt;style, quality, excellence&lt;/em&gt; surrounding you that cannot be denied. In a way, you are a rebel, but that's because you are always willing to help out your peers by challenging authority without asking much in return. People respect you. You are a natural born leader, people stop to listen when you speak, and follow you wherever you go. You also have a little bird. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://myblogger.kennysia.com/"&gt;Which Malaysian Blogger Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;*p/s: Sad to say, I have no idea who Jeff Ooi is until I read a little about him on &lt;a href="http://www.kennysia.com/archives/2005/04/malaysias_most.html"&gt;kennysia.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;*pp/s: No bolts of inspiration to blog recently. Sorry for the lack of updates! Will write an entry soon. Most probably on Sunday. Till then. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8207666-111953877142206052?l=thirteeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/feeds/111953877142206052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8207666&amp;postID=111953877142206052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/111953877142206052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/111953877142206052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/2005/06/congratulations-del-you-are_23.html' title=''/><author><name>del</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8207666.post-111876945696410030</id><published>2005-06-15T01:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T01:17:36.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You're the greatest thing that can ever happen in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8207666-111876945696410030?l=thirteeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/feeds/111876945696410030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8207666&amp;postID=111876945696410030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/111876945696410030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/111876945696410030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/2005/06/youre-greatest-thing-that-can-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>del</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8207666.post-111859568974138658</id><published>2005-06-13T01:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T01:06:07.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thirteeen/18896199/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos15.flickr.com/18896199_6f77295368_m.jpg" alt="XO-3443CS03_AQ1_ex" height="240" width="171" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://xoxo.com/nshop/product.php?dept=&amp;category=&amp;amp;view=detail&amp;productid=XO-3443CS03_AQ1&amp;amp;startColor=&amp;groupName=tops&amp;amp;page=2"&gt;Link&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so damn in love with this tunic top from &lt;a href="http://xoxo.com/"&gt;Xoxo.com&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;can&lt;/span&gt;! But sadly they dont ship to Singapore if not I'll definitely buy it man. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Touch of your skin,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Breath from your lips.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Irreplaceable,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Undeniable,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Unforgettable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8207666-111859568974138658?l=thirteeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/feeds/111859568974138658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8207666&amp;postID=111859568974138658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/111859568974138658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/111859568974138658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/2005/06/link-im-so-damn-in-love-with-this.html' title=''/><author><name>del</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8207666.post-111851605228937347</id><published>2005-06-12T02:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T02:54:12.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong style="font-size: large;"&gt;Congratulations del, you are... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://sgblogger.kennysia.com/st.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scarlett Ting&lt;/strong&gt; of &lt;a href="http://joewei.blogspot.com/"&gt;joewei.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;You are independent, smart and beautiful. Its too bad you don't see that yourself because life's little difficulties brought down a lot of your self confidence. As a result, you talk cryptic and you don't trust people easily. You care a lot for your friends and your loved ones, sometimes even more than you care for yourself, although they don't always seem to appreciate it. Don't let that affect you. As the saying goes, you don't miss the water till the well runs dry. So hang in there, you're a star in the making.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://sgblogger.kennysia.com/"&gt;Which Singaporean Blogger Are You? &lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8207666-111851605228937347?l=thirteeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/feeds/111851605228937347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8207666&amp;postID=111851605228937347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/111851605228937347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/111851605228937347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/2005/06/congratulations-del-you-are.html' title=''/><author><name>del</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8207666.post-111825131029036345</id><published>2005-06-09T01:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T01:25:58.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I used to think that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v606/thirteeen/brad21.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jennifer Aniston and Brad Pitt were &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;the &lt;/span&gt;perfect couple of Hollywood. But after watching Mr. &amp; Mrs Smith today, I think Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie actually &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do &lt;/span&gt;look quite good together:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v606/thirteeen/brad_pitt5.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sizzle* Hot stuff there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught my third movie this week - Mr. &amp; Mrs. Smith, that is. Pretty good. Well, at least it's way better than Hitchhiker's. Caught Unleashed on Monday as well. Not too bad either. Out of all three, I would think Mr. &amp;amp; Mrs. Smith deserve a 3 1/2-4 star rating. Anyway, don't bother watching Hitchhiker's. Kinda dumb and lousy. Read from &lt;a href="http://xiaxue.blogspot.com/2005/06/for-douglas-my-ass.html"&gt;Xiaxue&lt;/a&gt; that the movie plot is quite different from the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should go to sleep now; meeting Fanny, Yufen, Rui and Eliz for breakfast at KAP Mc in about 6 hours' time (read 8AM).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hey there friend. Don't know if you'll get to see this but well. Haven't seen and heard from you in a while. Hope you're doing fine even though I think otherwise. Just know that all I want is for you to be happy, even though it doesn't exist in your dictionary. Miss the times spent together. When I think of movies, I think of you. When I look at the strawberry Apollo chocolates, I think of all the "xing fu's" we enjoyed. When I listen to Jesus Etc, I think of you. Don't know if we'll ever meet up again, just want to say that I miss you and your company a lot. Study hard kays - I know you will. You are afterall, someone with high expectations of yourself (and others). And I hope you won't stop blogging 'cause it's currently the only way I know what's happening in your life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8207666-111825131029036345?l=thirteeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/feeds/111825131029036345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8207666&amp;postID=111825131029036345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/111825131029036345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/111825131029036345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-used-to-think-that.html' title=''/><author><name>del</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8207666.post-111815673208033355</id><published>2005-06-07T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T23:09:42.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Almost Here&lt;br /&gt;Brian McFadden and Delta Goodrem&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Brian:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I hear you right?&lt;br /&gt;'Cos I thought you said,&lt;br /&gt;Let's think it over.&lt;br /&gt;You have been my life,&lt;br /&gt;And I never planned,&lt;br /&gt;Growing old without you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shadows bleeding through the light,&lt;br /&gt;Where the love once shined so bright,&lt;br /&gt;Came without a reason.&lt;br /&gt;Don't let go on us tonight,&lt;br /&gt;Love's not always black and white,&lt;br /&gt;Why haven't I always loved you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Delta:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I need you,&lt;br /&gt;You're almost here,&lt;br /&gt;And I know that's&lt;br /&gt;Not enough.&lt;br /&gt;And when I'm with you,&lt;br /&gt;I'm close to tears,&lt;br /&gt;'Cos you're only almost here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Brian:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would change the world,&lt;br /&gt;If I had a chance,&lt;br /&gt;Oh won't you let me.&lt;br /&gt;Treat me like a child,&lt;br /&gt;Throw your arms around me,&lt;br /&gt;Oh please protect me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Both:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bruised and battered by your words,&lt;br /&gt;Dazed and shattered now it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Brian:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh havent I always loved you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Delta:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I need you,&lt;br /&gt;You're almost here,&lt;br /&gt;And I know that's&lt;br /&gt;Not enough.&lt;br /&gt;And when I'm with you&lt;br /&gt;I'm close to tears,&lt;br /&gt;'Cos you're only almost here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Delta: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Both:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bruised and battered by your words,&lt;br /&gt;Dazed and shattered now it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Brian:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't I always loved you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Delta:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when i need you,&lt;br /&gt;You're almost here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Brian:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I never knew how far behind I left you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Delta:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I hold you,&lt;br /&gt;You're almost here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Brian:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm sorry that I took our love for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Both:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm with you,&lt;br /&gt;I'm close to tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Brian:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cos I know I'm almost here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Both:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Only almost here&lt;br /&gt;_____________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason or another, I'm quite in love with this song. I think Delta Goodrem is pretty good. I should get her album or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, thanks Yufen for the publicity and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt;, I didn't go on a date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skipped HRM lecture today (argh I feel damn bad &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;can&lt;/span&gt;) to go out with my cousin. Bought a tote bag for $25.90, a necklace from Topshop for $23, 2 pairs of earrings for $5.90 and $4.90 respectively. Somebody kill me. (notice that's what I always say but...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8207666-111815673208033355?l=thirteeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/feeds/111815673208033355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8207666&amp;postID=111815673208033355' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/111815673208033355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/111815673208033355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/2005/06/almost-here-brian-mcfadden-and-delta.html' title=''/><author><name>del</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8207666.post-111772580019307475</id><published>2005-06-02T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T17:57:32.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eat your hearts out (although this is just the beginning)! Muahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 3 tops I bought today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thirteeen/17072790/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos11.flickr.com/17072790_b56bd0833c_m.jpg" alt="" height="180" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thirteeen/17072786/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos11.flickr.com/17072786_a74269f5ca_m.jpg" alt="cool as fcuk." height="240" width="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Says it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thirteeen/17072787/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos13.flickr.com/17072787_1a03c118a6_m.jpg" alt="pretty." height="240" width="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought this from Southaven at $29. Pretty pretty. There's a black one too, which I &lt;s&gt;think I'm gonna get&lt;/s&gt; got as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thirteeen/17072788/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos10.flickr.com/17072788_1c85ed30fc_m.jpg" alt="AbSOFukiN'LUTeLy." height="240" width="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lu&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rrr&lt;/span&gt;ve this, even though it costs even more than the FCUK tee. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Ouch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thirteeen/17072791/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos14.flickr.com/17072791_153d2a89a6_m.jpg" alt="havaianas." height="180" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*hyperventilating* &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ahhhhh! &lt;/span&gt;My second pair of Havaianas! Love the colour; it's gorgeous (to me) can. Gonna get the other design in either red or lime green. Muahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only item that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;should&lt;/span&gt; be here but is&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;here is the Birkenstock. It's the only one I want so damn badly and yet they don't have it in my size. Grrrrr. Gotta wait till end of this month or next for the new stock to come in. So sad can. I want it so damn badly la. Gonna buy some books this Saturday. And oh, Sophie Kinsella has a new book (which I obviously will get). Woohoo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8207666-111772580019307475?l=thirteeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/feeds/111772580019307475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8207666&amp;postID=111772580019307475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/111772580019307475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/111772580019307475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/2005/06/eat-your-hearts-out-although-this-is.html' title=''/><author><name>del</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8207666.post-111764439702320593</id><published>2005-06-01T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T18:02:51.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Been ages since I last sat down to write something here. Nothing much to note I suppose. It has been work, work and more work throughout the entire 7 weeks of holidays. Quite used to working now; always preferred working to studying, but many who heard me say that tell me I will change my mind after I "officially" come out to work. Pros and cons la. Learnt many new things at work, and it's one of the reason why I chose to go back to work in the service line again. But yes, of course it's for the money as well. Think about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALL &lt;/span&gt;the items you can strike off from your "to-buy" list after getting your pay at the end of the month...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is relatively managable for now, even though I know my heart's not there. The only module that interests me this semester is probably Business Law. Hurhur. The tutors we met so far all seem pretty cool. Especially ECD's Randal Goh and FMGT's Mark Tan. Judging from the scheduled dates and all, this semester is gonna be pretty crammed. Our term exams are in September. Pretty fast &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Elena, Kelvin, Sam, Guang Yang, Guohao and Tiffany today! Like, after so many months man. Missed them all so damn much. Met the NP people and Kelvin after school at 5+ before heading down to Holland. Ate BK (okay okay, I know it's weird that we eat like, BK when we're supposed to dine at some fancy restaurant) before heading to Coffee Bean where we stayed till about 1015PM. Guohao and Tiffany came only around 8+ cause they both had school before that. Had a great time just talking and catching up. Spending time with fairsians always remind me of how much I miss Fairfield. Dad came to pick me up cause it was on the way. Left around 10+ but really wished we could just stay longer if not for school tomorrow. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When are we gonna meet again? &lt;/span&gt;I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;swear and promise&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I will organize a chalet when time permits. This whole stupid changing of the system totally clashes the JC's and Poly's holidays. How to have chalet?! Grrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was supposed to go on a shopping spree with Yufen and Fanny yesterday but we only received our pay yesterday night so didn't managed to, but I'm going to splurge tmw! Muahahaha. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Birkenstock, Queen's Couture, NewUrbanMale, FCUK, Kino/Borders, Gramophone&lt;/span&gt;, ________&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (insert relevant brand name here)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;here I come!&lt;/span&gt; Hurhurhur. Oh yea, guess what. I decided I'm gonna get anothere iPod mini (in green) again cause my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"iPod-mini-turn-shuffle"&lt;/span&gt; is handicapped, a.k.a. only can listen to one side of the earphone. Don't ask why. I'm depressed enough. Almost cried while explaining my situation to that service guy at Apple yday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh. I desperately wanna watch movies. Star Wars, Downfall, Hitchhiker's, Kingdom of Heaven, A Lot Like Love, Fantastic Four, War of the Worlds, and not forgetting&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;INITIAL D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"What's it to you, look at me when I'm talking to you, answer me, what's your interest in all this, do I interest you? It was good at the beginning, of course, the beginning was just great..."&lt;br /&gt;- In Those Arms, Camille Laurens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8207666-111764439702320593?l=thirteeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/feeds/111764439702320593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8207666&amp;postID=111764439702320593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/111764439702320593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/111764439702320593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/2005/06/been-ages-since-i-last-sat-down-to.html' title=''/><author><name>del</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8207666.post-111661772814774887</id><published>2005-05-21T03:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T03:35:28.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel absurdly guilty for taking more than a month to complete &lt;em&gt;The Invisible Circus&lt;/em&gt; by Jennifer Egan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8207666-111661772814774887?l=thirteeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/feeds/111661772814774887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8207666&amp;postID=111661772814774887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/111661772814774887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/111661772814774887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-feel-absurdly-guilty-for-taking-more.html' title=''/><author><name>del</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8207666.post-111631723908512806</id><published>2005-05-17T15:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T16:17:10.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A surprise visit by Guohao, Elena, Kelvin really made my day. They popped by on Sunday evening when I was working. Really caught me by surprise. Havent seen them for a long time and hell did I miss them. Wished I could sit and talk to them more but well, I was working. Felt quite bad that their desserts costs more than their actual dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with Fanny to Little India yesterday. She brought me to the place where she and Rui ate naan and dahl (sp?) the other time they were there. It's cheap and good; I like it. Let's go there more often. Hurhur. Did threading at Tekka Shopping Centre too. The lady is quite friendly and her skills are pretty good. Probably go back there again if I wanna thread. Bought black and purple metal bangles and a chunky opaque greenish bangle. Ate tau huay at Rochor before walking to Bugis. The tau huay is damn nice. Silky smooth. So xing fu. Bought Ben &amp; Jerry's from Cold Storage to eat too! The flavour is called everything but the... Super xing fu. It's a combination of 3 flavours and it's DAMN GOOD. Anyone wants to join me on a trip to the zoo for B&amp;amp;J's? ;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This friendship I've held so dear; it's fading. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8207666-111631723908512806?l=thirteeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/feeds/111631723908512806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8207666&amp;postID=111631723908512806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/111631723908512806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/111631723908512806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/2005/05/surprise-visit-by-guohao-elena-kelvin.html' title=''/><author><name>del</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8207666.post-111574506680953423</id><published>2005-05-11T01:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T02:41:56.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="flickrEmailPost"&gt;&lt;a title="After." href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thirteeen/13295884/"&gt;&lt;img class="flickrEmailImage" alt="After." src="http://photos11.flickr.com/13295884_087b8115aa_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="flickrEmailPost"&gt;Say hi to the new funky me. Hurhur.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="flickrEmailPost"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="flickrEmailPost"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="flickrEmailPost"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="flickrEmailPost"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="flickrEmailPost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I had a haircut today. I totally adore my new hairstyle, but I'm sad because I miss my long flowy tresses SO much. Love the feeling of having my hair run over my bare back, and I'm gonna miss that feeling for some time. And guess what? I did something quite erm, perverse today too - I kept my hair. Gonna put them in a bottle or something, cause it's like the first time I kept my hair till it's so damn long &lt;em&gt;la&lt;/em&gt;. It could cover my chest before I had like 6 inches snipped away. Sob. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="flickrEmailPost"&gt;*Edit: Damn, the ends are CURLING cause they're shoulder length! &lt;em&gt;Argh!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8207666-111574506680953423?l=thirteeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/feeds/111574506680953423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8207666&amp;postID=111574506680953423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/111574506680953423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/111574506680953423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/2005/05/say-hi-to-new-funky-me.html' title=''/><author><name>del</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8207666.post-111523836807917902</id><published>2005-05-05T04:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T03:29:07.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;v&lt;/span&gt;i&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;g&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;n&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;z&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;d&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&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/8207666-111523836807917902?l=thirteeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/feeds/111523836807917902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8207666&amp;postID=111523836807917902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/111523836807917902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/111523836807917902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/2005/05/devirginized.html' title=''/><author><name>del</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8207666.post-111513451746092519</id><published>2005-05-03T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T23:35:17.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Say the word, and I will follow you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8207666-111513451746092519?l=thirteeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/feeds/111513451746092519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8207666&amp;postID=111513451746092519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/111513451746092519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8207666/posts/default/111513451746092519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteeen.blogspot.com/2005/05/say-word-and-i-will-follow-you.html' title=''/><author><name>del</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>
