<?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-15411291</id><updated>2012-01-26T00:01:19.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rozann(e)</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Rozann(e)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01511553645557027072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SF504LHDO0I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/qaVpa4JbB5k/S220/Copy+of+Copy+of+IMGP0548.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>161</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15411291.post-4482324564603800017</id><published>2011-12-31T23:59:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T16:04:28.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Post Of 2011</title><content type='html'>(Ironically written in the first few days of 2012, dated backwards)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 322px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NYXwzYPaPZo/TwPUAKQp15I/AAAAAAAAA00/v82ALzK8Pf4/s400/tumblr_lx8p2q5jwT1qhg5b8o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693627453145733010" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...And all I can offer this year is a Youtube video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ail7D_k0s9w" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just occurred to me that I completely forgotten that it's the end of 2011 and I usually blog when a new year arrives. Which isn't so much of a bad thing, because this would imply that my Christmas/New Year was relatively hectic this year, thus assuring me that my social circle hasn't crashed and burnt entirely...yet. You(Clearly imaginary) probably can't tell from this verbal load, but I couldn't be more thankful for these people who chose to remember me during this festive season. I wish I could hug everyone and beg them to keep me forever. Creepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year would probably be included in the worst 5 years of my life, considering the fact I haven't been alive for very long. I have lost people, close and distant, things, physical and figurative, and myself, heart and mind. It hasn't been easy for me at all, although some may beg to differ. For one, academically. I have never given up so much and so fast on my studies before, in any case I get awful grades I have no one to rely on or blame but myself.  I don't think I have ever cried so much in one year. At the same time, I've gained other people, things, and fragments of myself, which I am so truly grateful for despite its lack of ability to refill the gaps in my life. I guess life can never be a full glass, I just have to make the most of what I am able to hold onto. Ultimately I grew a little more as a person again, which is always important to note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incidentally, I interrupt this overly sentimental entry to bring you(Who?) a photograph of me making socially inappropriate eye contact to abruptly conclude yet another pointless post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oG90LYSC64I/TwPPrbKiCwI/AAAAAAAAA0o/PQuiTnXba-4/s400/406150_10150532931000376_631890375_10772864_864059223_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693622698859694850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(PS: I got a new phone, my hair cut, and a Grisham book waiting for me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy new year! Hopefully things will get better. *crosses fingers*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15411291-4482324564603800017?l=ploppiedoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/feeds/4482324564603800017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15411291&amp;postID=4482324564603800017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/4482324564603800017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/4482324564603800017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/2011/12/last-post-of-2011.html' title='Last Post Of 2011'/><author><name>Rozann(e)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01511553645557027072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SF504LHDO0I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/qaVpa4JbB5k/S220/Copy+of+Copy+of+IMGP0548.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NYXwzYPaPZo/TwPUAKQp15I/AAAAAAAAA00/v82ALzK8Pf4/s72-c/tumblr_lx8p2q5jwT1qhg5b8o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15411291.post-6564313422510248515</id><published>2011-12-15T16:16:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T23:03:32.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exothermic</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EfoHB1yfyNw/Tum96x7MvjI/AAAAAAAAA0c/4bKWYgD31qc/s400/Exo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686284822063660594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Source: Flickr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter— they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Sylvia Plath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've given up on the explicit on an open space like this, it's back to where I came from. Though having said that, a part of me still yearns to emancipate my musings, my lowly closet poet and the like without the fear of being judged. On a less implicit note, the lack of grouse never meant that one doesn't feel the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/BciOfJsqh7M" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exothermic creature, too hazardous. Better off keeping a distance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15411291-6564313422510248515?l=ploppiedoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/feeds/6564313422510248515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15411291&amp;postID=6564313422510248515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/6564313422510248515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/6564313422510248515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/2011/12/exothermic.html' title='Exothermic'/><author><name>Rozann(e)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01511553645557027072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SF504LHDO0I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/qaVpa4JbB5k/S220/Copy+of+Copy+of+IMGP0548.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EfoHB1yfyNw/Tum96x7MvjI/AAAAAAAAA0c/4bKWYgD31qc/s72-c/Exo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15411291.post-673799630712445296</id><published>2011-09-21T17:43:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T23:30:28.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baggage</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U5JpSBAYoxQ/TnmyAKRs-6I/AAAAAAAAA0U/BD-PB-zwN9Y/s400/tumblr_lriyn8iEJx1r044pe.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654746522968718242" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suppose I was a contortionist. When the world is against me, I could wiggle my way into a canister that could contain me. A pretty little suitcase, preferably with a prior vintage glow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were lucky enough, I'd be mistaken for a lost article of luggage packed for travel. I'd be flown or shipped off to a lovely country, where I step out and receive pleasant weather. If fortunate enough, I do not intrigue with novelty or distaste but settle in comfortably with the new land and its people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the cycle repeats. Per day, week, month, year. Scrumptious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question is - Was this heavy or light travel?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15411291-673799630712445296?l=ploppiedoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/feeds/673799630712445296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15411291&amp;postID=673799630712445296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/673799630712445296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/673799630712445296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/2011/09/baggage.html' title='Baggage'/><author><name>Rozann(e)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01511553645557027072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SF504LHDO0I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/qaVpa4JbB5k/S220/Copy+of+Copy+of+IMGP0548.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U5JpSBAYoxQ/TnmyAKRs-6I/AAAAAAAAA0U/BD-PB-zwN9Y/s72-c/tumblr_lriyn8iEJx1r044pe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15411291.post-4328022260022216572</id><published>2011-07-02T00:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T23:06:26.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 262px; HEIGHT: 318px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624420001028733570" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MDFWUiPf8Ns/Tg30MQTreoI/AAAAAAAAA0M/5g8j-j5Fb8k/s400/rainman.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Source: Body &amp;amp; Hair Artist, "The Butterfly"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the streets alight&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the trees are gone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solid, solid beats.&lt;br /&gt;I hereby declare that Coldplay will continue its stay in Life's playlist&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Adieusta La Vista, xoxo &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15411291-4328022260022216572?l=ploppiedoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/feeds/4328022260022216572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15411291&amp;postID=4328022260022216572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/4328022260022216572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/4328022260022216572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/2011/07/rain-man.html' title='Rain Man'/><author><name>Rozann(e)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01511553645557027072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SF504LHDO0I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/qaVpa4JbB5k/S220/Copy+of+Copy+of+IMGP0548.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MDFWUiPf8Ns/Tg30MQTreoI/AAAAAAAAA0M/5g8j-j5Fb8k/s72-c/rainman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15411291.post-1581048886012012636</id><published>2011-06-23T12:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T01:09:40.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am A...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVAR38kxlIk/TgtbZ0CvmgI/AAAAAAAAA0E/Tzh2rjEPV44/s1600/webdub-1j.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 276px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623689058727205378" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVAR38kxlIk/TgtbZ0CvmgI/AAAAAAAAA0E/Tzh2rjEPV44/s400/webdub-1j.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Horrible student&lt;br /&gt;• Horrible daughter&lt;br /&gt;• Horrible granddaughter&lt;br /&gt;• Horrible sister&lt;br /&gt;• Horrible member of an extended family&lt;br /&gt;• Horrible classmate&lt;br /&gt;• Horrible schoolmate&lt;br /&gt;• Horrible, horrible friend&lt;br /&gt;• Horrible stranger&lt;br /&gt;• Horrible creature&lt;br /&gt;• Horrible girl&lt;br /&gt;• Horrible person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which should/shouldn't be sufficient enough to explain why I try so hard to withdraw from these roles. I could/will/was never be enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This webpage is like an empty bus ride at night now, feels so quiet, which is probably why I've decided to publish the very first sappy post on this website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noone loves me, I totally understand why though. That's why I never dared to bore them with my life. Soooo, hello ploppiedoo... Um, seen any good movies lately? &lt;em&gt;#Worthless&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15411291-1581048886012012636?l=ploppiedoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/feeds/1581048886012012636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15411291&amp;postID=1581048886012012636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/1581048886012012636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/1581048886012012636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-am.html' title='I Am A...'/><author><name>Rozann(e)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01511553645557027072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SF504LHDO0I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/qaVpa4JbB5k/S220/Copy+of+Copy+of+IMGP0548.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVAR38kxlIk/TgtbZ0CvmgI/AAAAAAAAA0E/Tzh2rjEPV44/s72-c/webdub-1j.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15411291.post-2300118202704603429</id><published>2010-12-25T00:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T00:40:22.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;PS: Scheduled post! (Microsoft painted by yours truly.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy holidays everyone! :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 263px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/TRYeD-03G5I/AAAAAAAAAzk/jaRSg3wSqaA/s400/merry.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554660244161239954" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 263px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554660092619697922" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/TRYd7KSirwI/AAAAAAAAAzc/b09fuzTSNn0/s400/xmassssssss.JPG" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15411291-2300118202704603429?l=ploppiedoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/feeds/2300118202704603429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15411291&amp;postID=2300118202704603429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/2300118202704603429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/2300118202704603429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-2010.html' title='Christmas 2010'/><author><name>Rozann(e)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01511553645557027072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SF504LHDO0I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/qaVpa4JbB5k/S220/Copy+of+Copy+of+IMGP0548.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/TRYeD-03G5I/AAAAAAAAAzk/jaRSg3wSqaA/s72-c/merry.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15411291.post-9150854078807071070</id><published>2010-12-10T23:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T00:24:17.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let The Size Of My Waist Be X</title><content type='html'>TIME FOR SOME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 384px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551685956988246018" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/TQuM9rrPGAI/AAAAAAAAAzA/A6OxEF104Q8/s400/math.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the size of my waist be X.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my horror, the size of my hips = (X + 1).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, pants that I buy must technically be 0.5X + (0.5)(X + 1).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which when simplified, will equate to X + 0.5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, there are only sizes X or (X + 1) in stores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This can only lead to one conclusion. Therefore, this means that I'm a ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Inserts self-illustrated drumroll here*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551674891846005922" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/TQuC5mzvtKI/AAAAAAAAAy4/5NltNyuiQQc/s400/visual%2Bdrumroll.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PEAR!&lt;/strong&gt; According to the fruit body type system!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The apple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 263px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551674726485407538" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/TQuCv-ytNzI/AAAAAAAAAyw/Go_h7as63iA/s400/appleh.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pear (Mine)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 263px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551674552758579666" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/TQuCl3nAMdI/AAAAAAAAAyo/eU4dLym3kr4/s400/pearr.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bunch of grapes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 263px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/TQuOhUWji7I/AAAAAAAAAzI/sJS9AZpin0Q/s400/grapeh.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551687668714408882" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, 2 bunches of grapes? (Hourglass) ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 263px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551673926949006770" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/TQuCBcSX7bI/AAAAAAAAAyY/LJZv7_lQu7g/s400/grapes.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, my personal favourite, the starfruit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 263px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551670512611243842" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/TQt-6s40N0I/AAAAAAAAAyQ/mgrZj-qZXus/s400/starf.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if I were to work it in a swimsuit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 312px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551666769507250354" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/TQt7g0vR8LI/AAAAAAAAAyI/H2NJXIrm-_Q/s400/pear.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pearfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh, inspired by Valenlyn Chua's iPhone, I have decided to illustrate pictures for my post to make up of the lack in camera-snapped photos. Who knew Microsoft Paint could be so useful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WHAT DID YOU SAY?! I've been neglecting this blog since FOREVER?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Guilty as charged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, how long has it been since I updated this blog?! No one probably comes to read this anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I am ashamed to say that the rest of this entry will be made up of snippets of previous posts I was too lazy to finish this year.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have excuses though, sometimes it's because I don't feel like it, sometimes it's because I'm too tired, sometimes I'm too busy... The list goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today, I'm making an exception! Gosh, I've totally missed updating on a lot of events! Okay, shall start on my new school! I cannot believe I'm already having my tetiary education now, it's like I'm right outside the doors to the realms of adulthood. So I've started lessons proper, and for some reason I don't feel like I'm actually learning anything, it feels like my brain is like somewhere else half the time. The people in my class have been really nice, orientation seems like such a long time ago already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promos are over! I managed to scrape through with heavy moderation. Only started studying towards the end. In the past, retaining wasn't even a THOUGHT. No matter how you failed you knew you'd go through anyways, and no one would threaten you will retension cos' it just sounded so impossible. Now everything seems like a life-risking move. Fail a test, fail your CA, fail 20% of the subject, RETAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I am twice as ashamed to say that due to my overly dominant lazy gene, I will not continue copying and pasting from old posts. And this is already like 4 hours later or something!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This entry was a shitty attempt to try to warm up to blogging again so that I can at least do a post for Christmas and the New Year checklist! Hopefully I do post it up! X'mas playlist has been updated and put up to swell up the Christmas spirit, enjoy~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15411291-9150854078807071070?l=ploppiedoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/feeds/9150854078807071070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15411291&amp;postID=9150854078807071070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/9150854078807071070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/9150854078807071070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/2010/12/let-size-of-my-waist-be-x.html' title='Let The Size Of My Waist Be X'/><author><name>Rozann(e)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01511553645557027072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SF504LHDO0I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/qaVpa4JbB5k/S220/Copy+of+Copy+of+IMGP0548.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/TQuM9rrPGAI/AAAAAAAAAzA/A6OxEF104Q8/s72-c/math.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15411291.post-7990147822645530697</id><published>2010-02-12T23:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T20:26:40.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Her Great Chowness</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438439369543177010" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/S3k3yuIe0zI/AAAAAAAAAxE/ziO0FDlmYAU/s320/hds2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurry back, and remember to bring back a couple of handsome angmohs for us! Hope you didn't gag on seeing our cheesy letters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*PS: I was planning to give you a sketch of you, but then I remembered I couldn't sketch. Hahaha it probably would've looked like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 309px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438440594159328898" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/S3k46ALuXoI/AAAAAAAAAxM/zmup46gYi4o/s320/stickman.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Extra cheesy* WE LOVE YOU &lt;s&gt;SUSAN&lt;/s&gt;! *Extra Cheesy*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15411291-7990147822645530697?l=ploppiedoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7990147822645530697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15411291&amp;postID=7990147822645530697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/7990147822645530697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/7990147822645530697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/2010/02/her-great-chowness.html' title='Her Great Chowness'/><author><name>Rozann(e)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01511553645557027072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SF504LHDO0I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/qaVpa4JbB5k/S220/Copy+of+Copy+of+IMGP0548.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/S3k3yuIe0zI/AAAAAAAAAxE/ziO0FDlmYAU/s72-c/hds2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15411291.post-158268233745780264</id><published>2010-01-26T23:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T01:44:48.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crossroads</title><content type='html'>If you wondered, I've been bumming around, occasionally leaving the house to meet people etc, mostly playing pokemon. I decided to play a full Pokemon game myself, so I started playing Pokemon Diamond on DS a few weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't play Pokemon, I suggest you do. Honestly, I don't know what I've been missing all my life. I've never realized how highly addictive it was until I started training pokemon from scratch myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, my virtual world crashed &amp;amp; burnt on me like 2 nights ago. My screen just freezed on me &amp;amp; when I tried resetting it the R4 couldn't read my memory card anymore, which means I might never see my pokemon again. All I can do now is pray to the Google Gods and hope they give me a solution to my problem. The R4 is most likely a fake, but it was bought legally from the reputable Sim Lim Square at market price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then this happened.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.straitstimes.com/print/Free/Story/STIStory_177673.html&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Thus I'm hestitating to send my R4 for repair lest I go there to find an empty shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Oh, this part is completely irrelevant, but I better write this down in case I forget. I FINALLY CHOPPED OFF MY MAD LONG HAIR! Hopefully I no longer look like a foreigner nor hit people in the face with a powerful ponytail swipe. So here I am typing with slightly longer than shoulder length hair &amp;amp; not so freshly trimmed fringe.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the actual school posting is tomorrow, which also means our path will officially branch out, and we'll each go our seperate ways. Regardless of the good or bad things that happened, every experience made me grow as a person a little more everytime. Thank you, and I wish you guys all the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What better way to end this goodbye than for me to burst out in song! Well, not literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my Channel 5/Suria/Vasantham friends:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DD_HCmDNGS8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DD_HCmDNGS8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for my Channel 8/Channel U friends:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zqdZOQOojAY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zqdZOQOojAY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 318px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431097262351909426" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/S18iL1cVAjI/AAAAAAAAAw8/yxg8CjNNmYE/s320/200px-Gsyx_cover.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Source:Flickr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;鸣谢生命有你参与 笑纳我的邀请&lt;br /&gt;曲终人散却写下不 会结束的结局&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15411291-158268233745780264?l=ploppiedoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/feeds/158268233745780264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15411291&amp;postID=158268233745780264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/158268233745780264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/158268233745780264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/2010/01/crossroads.html' title='Crossroads'/><author><name>Rozann(e)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01511553645557027072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SF504LHDO0I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/qaVpa4JbB5k/S220/Copy+of+Copy+of+IMGP0548.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/S18iL1cVAjI/AAAAAAAAAw8/yxg8CjNNmYE/s72-c/200px-Gsyx_cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15411291.post-3308372351517604553</id><published>2009-12-25T01:32:00.023+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T02:06:10.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Au Revoir, 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;NOTE: PRE-WRITTEN POST SCHEDULED FORWARD. MEANWHILE I AM SOMEWHERE OVER THE RAINBOW. MERRY CHRISTMAS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 264px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421833364999969970" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/Sz44uCgvHLI/AAAAAAAAAw0/Bcg0oayPgl4/s320/xmas.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been so busy lately I can't remember the last time I used a computer! My MSN is almost officially moribund. I predict this post will be written in parts, I just can't find the drive or time to complete a post recently!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe it's time to start on my 2009's recaps before I forget! This year has been honestly very bountiful, so much has happened, here goes~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Highlights of my 2009&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Things I can recall, as usual)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I got appointed as &lt;strong&gt;Class chairperson&lt;/strong&gt; for the first time ever (Due to almost coerced choice, out of the 4 nominees 2 were already in the CMC last year, and one is vice bowling captain, they voted with no option!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I had a little &lt;strong&gt;Nyonya Lunar New Year&lt;/strong&gt;, with whole family in Kebayas, Peranakan spirit in toll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- For some reason I decided to take part in &lt;strong&gt;my first Triathlon&lt;/strong&gt;. I must have been nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;My favourite Sports Day&lt;/strong&gt; happened this year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I &lt;strong&gt;student-facilitated&lt;/strong&gt; a bunch of primary school kids at RVPS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- We had our 2nd &amp;amp; last &lt;strong&gt;SYF&lt;/strong&gt; competition in this school, and ended off nicely by clinching a gold after 12 years :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I got to watch some &lt;strong&gt;remarkable plays&lt;/strong&gt;; Romeo &amp;amp; Juliet, Reduced Shakespeare, Broadway Beng(Not really the same thing, but what the samhill) etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Went to a &lt;strong&gt;prawning&lt;/strong&gt; farm one fine day &amp;amp; actually got to cook a meal with them with collected ketchup &amp;amp; attempted to steal garnish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Attempted to steal again, this time the &lt;strong&gt;school's rambutans&lt;/strong&gt; only to get caught by one with less hair than the rambutan itself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Performed at the &lt;strong&gt;Esplanade&lt;/strong&gt;! I feel so artsy already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I seemingly caught a &lt;strong&gt;deadly world-pandemic-level illness &lt;/strong&gt;(I choose to suspect I did)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I &lt;strong&gt;studied my hardest in my entire education&lt;/strong&gt; with weekly/daily mug sessions at Yoshinoya &amp;amp; Macdonalds! Reason being...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- ...The biggest exams of my life happened this year, &lt;strong&gt;my 'O' Levels&lt;/strong&gt;, which will determine where I will have my tetiary education&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I got to take the traditional &lt;strong&gt;graduation photo&lt;/strong&gt; (Which my parents display on the piano for the guests to see my flabby arms. Of course, without my consent, but I am not allowed to remove it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- My first &lt;strong&gt;blogshop photoshoot&lt;/strong&gt;, nothing big, just 2 sets because I had the awful thing the day after we call school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I got to take a picture with the &lt;strong&gt;Creative Director of Shu Eumura&lt;/strong&gt;...... Which actually is nothing major, but it's a once in a lifetime thing right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;Prom Night &amp;amp; Graduation&lt;/strong&gt;! Wasn't the most enjoyable thing to reminisce, but nevertheless a memory! I had to write &amp;amp; read a speech, &amp;amp; all that Miss Theresian issues for heaven's sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Got my &lt;strong&gt;first official part-time job&lt;/strong&gt;, thus officially making me a full-fledged teenager! It's a temporary job at the Annual Convention Hall Bookfair, unfortunately pay is only coming in a few weeks time. Meanwhile I shall scrimp?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I actually received a letter like last week for an &lt;strong&gt;Academic award&lt;/strong&gt;! However I'm not sure if the *Undisclosed sum* will be going into my Edusave or for my personal usuage, anyone knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Haven't announced this yet, but &lt;strong&gt;I got my&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;braces removed&lt;/strong&gt; this week! Heh, still getting used to the emptiness between my teeth and my gums!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- And of course, I've hit the significant age of &lt;strong&gt;ten plus six&lt;/strong&gt;! It's a whole new level of ages, well actually only in movie ratings. At least I've reached one checkpoint in my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Hahaha, &lt;strong&gt;improved social skills&lt;/strong&gt; by another 0.05%! I believe, &lt;a href="http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/2008/12/final-post-of-2008.html"&gt;I actually mentioned this in my last 2008 post&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 217px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419982294749681906" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SzelLkd2GPI/AAAAAAAAAwk/O7Dfeyci3rY/s320/Valentines_day_poster_10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Managed to catch a glimpse of the trailer of Valentine's Day, I'm actually looking forward to this film, gives me a Love Actually Vibe, I'm really hoping it's as good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A relative of mine just passed away a few days ago, so we stayed up with the family at the wake. They had to stay up for almost 2 to 3 days straight, rushing down to the hospital &amp;amp; preparing for the funeral. But I guess it was a relief for them after the entire thing was over. My relative was extremely sick, been in &amp;amp; out of hospital, and it made me wonder what I should, not would feel if I were in their position. The suffering one goes through in anything like sickness or pain, so when death comes knocking. Would it be relief, gratitude that the pain is liberated? But the humane side of you remembers sentiment, so the grief lingers. They say the afterlife is better, but the selfish part of us want to keep our loved ones by our sides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I know I'm truly blessed to be able to celebrate X'mas without having go to hungry or fear another natural disaster. Right now, I have a family by my side, and as of this moment I am so grateful &amp;amp; happy to say, I'm grateful &amp;amp; happy :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you're having a beautiful Christmas this season 8-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: And in case I don't make it back in time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 195px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419993170696896130" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SzevEohufoI/AAAAAAAAAws/gD8iygbkMWk/s320/sda.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...here's to a great year ahead for all of you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15411291-3308372351517604553?l=ploppiedoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/feeds/3308372351517604553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15411291&amp;postID=3308372351517604553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/3308372351517604553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/3308372351517604553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/2009/12/au-revoir-2009.html' title='Au Revoir, 2009'/><author><name>Rozann(e)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01511553645557027072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SF504LHDO0I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/qaVpa4JbB5k/S220/Copy+of+Copy+of+IMGP0548.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/Sz44uCgvHLI/AAAAAAAAAw0/Bcg0oayPgl4/s72-c/xmas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15411291.post-3691828973633842392</id><published>2009-12-03T23:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T00:45:55.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Before My Memory Fails Me I Must Write These Down</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;NOTE: CAMERA LOST, MOST PICTURES IN POST BELONG TO FRIENDS FROM FACEBOOK. LONG LONG LONG POST AHEAD!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot has happened since the last post. After the exams ended I've been whooshing around. And now I only briefly remember what I've done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 215px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411036976166746402" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/Sxfddf7sOSI/AAAAAAAAAwc/TsYYcp1U0Tc/s320/untitled112.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Source:Flickr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to my calendar &amp;amp; ailing memory......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Mother Tongue&lt;br /&gt;English&lt;br /&gt;Math&lt;br /&gt;A.Math&lt;br /&gt;Social Studies&lt;br /&gt;History&lt;br /&gt;Literature&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry&lt;br /&gt;Biology&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after my last paper, we went to Seoul Garden for a celebration buffet. The waiter passed us a feedback form after we ate. Hahaha, I was very tempted to write "Food was not cooked to perfection".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine, not funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was Joanne's surprise birthday celebration at Roanna's, with Joscelin, Wanzhen, Rachel Png &amp;amp; Sam Ng!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411034265350698914" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/Sxfa_tWx96I/AAAAAAAAAwE/GZPLD-Vv0K4/s320/capt_09a2094086c74150b49d2f7aeee00193_malaysia_soccer_man_united_xkl112.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summary:&lt;br /&gt;Inside bet, everyone lost! Alcohol = Madness, Roanna's playground has this cool springy thing, I lied to Joanne it was my cousin's birthday &amp;amp; I asked her what kind of cake was good. SORRY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411033181099507634" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SxfaAmNJv7I/AAAAAAAAAv8/j8CXU1LxvbY/s320/15436_187629227612_564652612_3147600_7425415_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRADUATION &amp;amp; PROM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been trying to picture it ever since the beginning of the year. Im my mind, I was happily SITTING at a table with my friends EATING good food with NICE hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, didn't turn out the way I imagined it. I went on stage in the morning to make a speech representing our class, danced a Miley Cyrus number &amp;amp; answered the worst question in the world in front of the entire level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SxfZ3WmF9TI/AAAAAAAAAv0/gvUFVYA1abw/s1600-h/15436_187629502612_564652612_3147635_1081055_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411033022290326834" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SxfZ3WmF9TI/AAAAAAAAAv0/gvUFVYA1abw/s320/15436_187629502612_564652612_3147635_1081055_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there's this competition we have at prom where you get your friends humiliated &amp;amp; almost killed by embarrassment (Hahaha k lah, they really didn't mean any harm), by voting for them, known as Miss Theresian 2009. Contestants have to dance the Hoedown Throwdown in their school's sports attire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/video/video.php?v=178223064964"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Miley Cyrus would scream at this.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the audience will vote, and the top 10 will be crept upon then thrown on stage. Here comes the best part. You have to answer questions! Contestants pick a brown envelope each and have to answer the question inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually we already went through the questions the day before, but you wouldn't know which one you'll get on the night itself, or if you even get into the top 10. There was only one question I couldn't answer at all among the 10. You think to yourself, it's a 10% chance you'll get that question, highly impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAH RIGHT! I got that wonderful question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"What is your goal in life?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My stomach just cringed on stage man. I intelligently stalled with a long, loud "UM..." took a deep breath and moved my head backwards. Hahaha, then I mumbled something and nodded. I honestly thought that was a smart move, cos' if I move back no one can hear what I was saying at all! I don't even recall what I said, cos' I couldn't hear myself either!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411032389350691330" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SxfZSgthkgI/AAAAAAAAAvs/Y0OaSXrSqOY/s320/15436_187629267612_564652612_3147603_3889510_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If guessing the top 3 was a lottery, I would have won man. I guessed Angela &amp;amp; Shien Ling would definitely be in it, and Shien Ling was 3rd, Clarie was 2nd &amp;amp; Angela is this year's prom queen! Hahaha, congratulations Angie Su, you're the new face of TADTWENTYTEN! (Supposedly the cooler term for Theresian Awards Day 2010)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411032052700994882" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SxfY-6l-3UI/AAAAAAAAAvk/4dMum6D0PFQ/s320/15436_187629287612_564652612_3147606_5033919_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I pretty much stood up for the entire dinner, and because it was a buffet, you have to walk and get food, in the end all I ate was a baby potato &amp;amp; sotong. Oh, and 2 glasses of coke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But overall, it was an interesting &amp;amp; memorable night. That will be our last time in this school actually, we're moving to the holding school next year, so collection of results wouldn't be where we took our exams. Felt so piquant. I hope all of us will succeed in our future endeavours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411031505268991154" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SxfYfDQBZLI/AAAAAAAAAvc/LkwagKL3J48/s320/15436_187629592612_564652612_3147646_343805_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourite picture of the night! For some reason, I decided to upload the my camera's photos from prom before I went overseas, which was thankfully a good decision. I don't know why I chose Computer 2, was rather redundant leh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By overseas, I'm referring to Genting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was really fun, travelled across the border with Jessica, Joscelin, Jeslyn &amp;amp; Wanzhen. We went to the outdoor theme park, ate with Jeslyn's parents, watched a M18 movie, had a karaoke session, went bowling &amp;amp; bought cheap nailpolish in 4D3N!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But unfortunately my camera got lost at the theme park, and no pictures are available on Facebook :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way to Genting the coach started playing this horrible movie called Machine Girl. It's this ultra gross &amp;amp; violent Japanese movie about a girl trying to avenge her brother after he got bullied to death. This is the sickest shit I've seen in a long time, they make fritters &amp;amp; sashimi out of fingers and they have these waterhose-like squirting of blood when someone's limb gets cut off. GROSS GROSS GROSS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 216px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411031239044239106" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SxfYPjfGDwI/AAAAAAAAAvU/bWg5KtGJZQA/s320/Ninja_Assassin_poster.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We caught Ninja Assassin, which was supposed to M18 but the staff don't seem to care, but some guy beside Jessica in the theatre questioned our presence. Rain is awesomely hot &amp;amp; rather sassy, and the MBlaq guy was very cute too :-D The blood is this movie was like tastefully bled, and it was a more sophisticated kind of violence. The other show was just disgusting man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aww man, I wanna go back to Genting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411030737888984002" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SxfXyYiXu8I/AAAAAAAAAvM/l63khZgG3Ms/s320/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrated Justine's birthday bowling at Safra! Hahaha, there was a Filipino bowling friendly going on at the other alley, what a coincidence!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 180px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411035023343680898" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/Sxfbr1GY_YI/AAAAAAAAAwM/EJUTIRwfNRw/s320/untitled2.bmp" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only party pooper was this tanned man with long out of fashion hair who had a professional bowling glove thing, which Danielle calls a sunburnt *inserts a certain teacher's name*. He approached me and told me to tell my friends that we aren't supposed to bowl when our neighbours are already bowling cos' it gets distracting. This was still reasonable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after that he went raging mad when Danielle accidentally went into his lane, we all didn't even notice what was going on until that buttwipe threw his BOWLING BALL at Danielle and yelled at her to move. What is wrong with him? A simple "Excuse me" would suffice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He only warned us about not bowling when your neighbours are bowling, it's not like she purposely cut his lane. Those are 2 different things, I don't see why he should flare up. Anyways, he got his punishment after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 220px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411036056779764274" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/Sxfcn-8wMjI/AAAAAAAAAwU/s1EmItMnLas/s320/untitled.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Source: Flickr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As she has planted, so does she harvest; such is the field of karma.&lt;br /&gt;- Sri Guru Granth Sahib&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hear that, smelly turd? What goes around comes around. He wasn't able to bowl another strike anymore after shouting at a bunch of teenage girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there was another mahjong session at Sam Lam's! I missed mahjong sessions~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411030267447707282" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SxfXXAAbhpI/AAAAAAAAAvE/aWA-hpOsliU/s320/13836_215624460375_631890375_4424407_6255482_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being so patient with us Samantha! Clarissa, Joanne &amp;amp; I are really mahjong snails. It was a super fruitful session, I finally learnt what the 'fan' stands for in my computer mahjong! I'm itching to play mahjong again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 215px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411029997027172610" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SxfXHQnJoQI/AAAAAAAAAu8/fhAzDSzT1VI/s320/2012_Poster.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to watch 2012 with Gwt. I think we're the last batch of people who watched it okay! It was pretty nice,2/5? I like the effects, but not very much the plot. And it seems only Ash &amp;amp; I agree on the fact that the Russian pilot was the movie's eyecandy! Maybe it's the accent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today, we celebrated prom queen's birthday! Had a BBQ at Kellie's, and Truth Or Dare Iphone style. They had some strange TODs. " Did you brush your teeth this morning?" "(Dare) Circle around everyone 5 times"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started raining inbetween, so Clarissa &amp;amp; I ferried Swen, Danielle, Tazkiah, Angela, Jessie, Jody &amp;amp; Fay to the bus stop. Hahaha, fortunately Adeline &amp;amp; Stacy had an umbrella! No cam, no photos :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY ANGELA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, the X'mas playlist is coming up. Ah, I miss the warm feeling of Christmas. The songs are getting me into the mood, hope it does the same for you! Gosh this post was long indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me end this post with this extremely bizarre picture:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411029647159933026" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SxfWy5QTOGI/AAAAAAAAAu0/q7QtRyqmsxw/s320/bz021.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heehee, he's in a new flick with Jackie Chan, it's coming out next year around Chinese New Year! Can't wait~ :-B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till next, adieu!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15411291-3691828973633842392?l=ploppiedoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/feeds/3691828973633842392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15411291&amp;postID=3691828973633842392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/3691828973633842392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/3691828973633842392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/2009/12/before-my-memory-fails-me-i-must-write.html' title='Before My Memory Fails Me I Must Write These Down'/><author><name>Rozann(e)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01511553645557027072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SF504LHDO0I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/qaVpa4JbB5k/S220/Copy+of+Copy+of+IMGP0548.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/Sxfddf7sOSI/AAAAAAAAAwc/TsYYcp1U0Tc/s72-c/untitled112.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15411291.post-7159294868930370228</id><published>2009-11-09T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T00:06:47.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Passion. Ambition. Butter. Do You Have What It Takes?"</title><content type='html'>Hi there, I just finished clearing the cobwebs off the corners of my blog. Yes I agree, indeed this blog is getting stagnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 215px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402134435963813314" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/Svg8pdSHPcI/AAAAAAAAAuk/wvlXfaZK3v8/s320/200px-Gsyx_cover.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Mother Tongue&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;English&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Math&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;A.Math&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Social Studies&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;History&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Literature&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry&lt;br /&gt;Biology&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon to be freeeee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 216px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402134545973298050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/Svg8v3Gaw4I/AAAAAAAAAus/y-Cst0Hgaio/s320/Julie_and_julia.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to catch the highly anticipated (Maybe just us) Julie &amp;amp; Julia with uncle Goh today. I am thoroughly fascinated by how beautifully parallel it was. 4/5? However I must warn ahead that you will salivate at certain points of the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julie Powell is truly an inspiration. *Spoiler ahead* The ending left me in much distress, but things can't always end the way you want it, right? Julia Child wasn't pleased with the project? Like that's going to change anything. This is the real deal, we get hit and we can't swerve even if we want to. And all we can do is get by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in love with this film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, someone just called me "Ordinary only." AGAIN! Like looking ordinary is not enough, they had to stab me in my ordinary ribcage by saying I'm ordinary in my ordinary face. How extraordinary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet on a lighter note, we spotted this on someone's tee last night:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 87px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402117657485590258" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SvgtY0lLPvI/AAAAAAAAAuc/cvr44dQ_7qg/s320/Image0135.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh, we hovered around their table and walked over to the condiments a couple of times just to get a look at it. It really cracked me up but it probably wasn't intentional, who can blame the guy, maybe it was a printing error and he spells perfectly alright right?&lt;strong&gt; If you own this shirt and happen to chance upon my blog, I'M SORRY! The shirt looks fine otherwise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adieu!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15411291-7159294868930370228?l=ploppiedoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7159294868930370228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15411291&amp;postID=7159294868930370228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/7159294868930370228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/7159294868930370228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/2009/11/passion-ambition-butter-do-you-have.html' title='&quot;Passion. Ambition. Butter. Do You Have What It Takes?&quot;'/><author><name>Rozann(e)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01511553645557027072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SF504LHDO0I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/qaVpa4JbB5k/S220/Copy+of+Copy+of+IMGP0548.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/Svg8pdSHPcI/AAAAAAAAAuk/wvlXfaZK3v8/s72-c/200px-Gsyx_cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15411291.post-1382380619959696792</id><published>2009-09-10T01:18:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T02:30:52.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Late August, Birthday Week &amp; Early September</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I HATE BLOGGER.&lt;/strong&gt; I JUST SPENT 4 HOURS FROM 10PM TO 1.10AM TYPING A POST AND THEY DIDN'T AUTOSAVE IT AS A DRAFT LIKE THEY SHOULD HAVE. I HAVE TO TYPE IT ALL OVER AGAIN?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now comtemplating to switch to a more trustworthy choice called Livejournal. If you're planning on starting an online journal, pick Livejournal. Blogger just wasted 4 hours of my sleep &amp;amp; my life. I'm so tired I'm just going to cut everything short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me a pig if you want, but pigs don't even have computers to update their blogs. Besides, they only have pens. (Pun intended)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been studying quite constantly, so much more that even I'm surprised by myself. I'm starting to get pretty worried because there isn't much time left. But I'll just study as much as I can right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I just celebrated my birthday a few days ago. I don't really look forward to celebrating my birthday, but this year I had some wonderful people that make up my social circle and family tree to spend it with. Thank you for making my birthday such a splendid one! Long post ahead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379529305793750754" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SqftZtKj5uI/AAAAAAAAAtM/6cYgu_Bg4DM/s320/P1010461.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teachers' Day Celebration was semi-successful. Was extremely disappointed with what happened with the form teacher. Just felt like things could've been handled in a more appropriate way. However, co-form seemed to enjoy herself, so it's was still worth it. Thank you to everyone who contributed to allow it to go smoothly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379530891857605650" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/Sqfu2BtptBI/AAAAAAAAAtU/EqoGf49G5rg/s320/P1010467.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379531986219661570" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/Sqfv1uh5eQI/AAAAAAAAAtc/7LOmWELvR_U/s320/P1010546.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrated Kellie's birthday at Aston's, which had really good deals and more than decent yums. Umbrella Table &amp;amp; Taiti Gang were able to squeeze into 2 tables, with Kellie hovering from table to table. Ash baked her really nice cupcakes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379532828691651938" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/Sqfwmw-33WI/AAAAAAAAAtk/p1rddPJQOwk/s320/P1010545.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379533720221662194" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SqfxaqMMO_I/AAAAAAAAAts/mn8X2vPM0qU/s320/P1010420.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a advanced celebration with the extended family at Jack's place. Haven't been there for the longest time, which explains why I was unaware that they would blast Happy Birthday on the speakers while serving the cake. The whole restaurant sang along. THANKS A LOT, JACK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SqfypTBhb3I/AAAAAAAAAt0/4FBJ7jCkmNY/s320/4759_94358992612_564652612_2103362_2922907_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379535071212564338" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School decided to be an asswipe and shifted the September break one week later, so I had to go to school on my birthday. But after school, I got to lunch at Marche's with Swen, Bwee, Kellie, Clarissa &amp;amp; Demello! Thank you so much! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SqfzBGi6gaI/AAAAAAAAAt8/HZK0S2RvbPc/s320/P1030959.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379535480179818914" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to make it up, school decided to give me a half day the following day. I celebrated with 14 wonderful friends with yummy donuts before catching The Time Traveler's Wife (Suspiciously rated, Eric Bana was buttnaked in the first few minutes into the show)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SqfzTsGE8yI/AAAAAAAAAuE/Qt5Q_l9i3Es/s320/P1030962.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379535799497061154" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, we had lunch at Sakae Sushi. It's really mean to say this, but the waiter at Sakae was a bit strange, When we told him our computer wasn't working and we wanted to change tables, he stared at us for a good 20 seconds before saying " Oh, okay."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the new table's computer was also not working, we told him that the computer was "Not Responding", he also stopped responding. We ended up ordering our food using foolscap paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also threw a surprise party for YY, which involved her sister &amp;amp; her granny. We snuck up to her house while her granny sent her and her sister down to get soya milk (Her granny doesn't drink soya milk) After cake, we had Pepper lunch, I'm going to recommend Pepper Lunch to my fellow students because they have smashing student deals, and I'm a cheap person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Unfortunately no pictures, I forgot to charge my cam. Just great.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's a picture packed with love &amp;amp; happiness in one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/Sqf0H7JKT3I/AAAAAAAAAuM/o71Ws3OIZkw/s320/P1010575.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379536696889724786" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been blogging for 6 hours, managed to finish this round in 2. Adieuness, I'm as beat as an omelette!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15411291-1382380619959696792?l=ploppiedoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/feeds/1382380619959696792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15411291&amp;postID=1382380619959696792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/1382380619959696792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/1382380619959696792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/2009/09/late-august-birthday-week-early.html' title='Late August, Birthday Week &amp; Early September'/><author><name>Rozann(e)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01511553645557027072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SF504LHDO0I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/qaVpa4JbB5k/S220/Copy+of+Copy+of+IMGP0548.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SqftZtKj5uI/AAAAAAAAAtM/6cYgu_Bg4DM/s72-c/P1010461.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15411291.post-4136136200564646841</id><published>2009-08-22T17:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T01:08:30.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams, Soccer &amp; NO PICTURES</title><content type='html'>Blogger has been going crazy for about a month, the toolbar's missing, I can't upload any photos or edit my fonts. I have a post in early August about my horrible week away from school in cold storage because I couldn't add photos to the post then. Will add them when Blogger starts working right again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay, toolbar just appeared for this post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 259px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372835084149527282" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SpAlCuN9EvI/AAAAAAAAAsU/ankUeqjwack/s320/ex.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my Prelims just ended this week, and I expecting to fail at least 2 subjects.&lt;br /&gt;Math will be quite evidently one of them. The doctor gave me another 2 days because I was still coughing so I didn't make it for my Chemistry P2, Math &amp;amp; History papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason why I haven't been updating is because I hardly touch my computer, and even when I do I don't have the time or energy to blog or go online. Believe it or not, I've been studying reasonably hard compared to my usual effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically my current live has been revolving around the examinations, and more recently, soccer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also received our Mother Tongue 'O' Levels results this week. The atmosphere was horrible man. They showed us the trends &amp;amp; the national average etc, and it was getting kind of scary. Then they made us queue for our results &amp;amp; seeing people cry just made it even more depressing. When I got my results I just burst into tears. Coming to think of it, I had no emotions when I saw it, I just cried because the waiting mood was so overwhelming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nevertheless, congratulations to everyone that has completed their MT 'O's! And good luck to those who will be retaking/taking the year-end paper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my result... It shall not be disclosed on the non-password-secured part of the world wide web. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also got our CCA grade yesterday. Fortunately I managed to get an A1, which means I can further lower my 'O' level mark. CCA doesn't really help, only in cases of limited spaces in a school &amp;amp; you don't hit their benchmark, they will review our CCA grade to decide who gets to fill the last few spots. So in certain cases, CCA grade is pretty important. I probably need the help of my CCA judging from my catastrophic academic performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This part is mainly for my memory's sake)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 298px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372835448414878114" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SpAlX7NlOaI/AAAAAAAAAsc/b7bBY7jDpo0/s320/madrid.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to watch a couple of matches on TV recently. Was lucky enough to find the time for Kick Off 9/10, although I remember I was supposed to be doing something else. And a few days ago, Madrid's friendly against Dortimund (I have no idea who) was spectacular. I know Kaka has been around for quite some time already, but I'm not very knowledgable in soccer, so only as of now I'm a great Kaka fan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 287px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372835735037476514" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SpAlom9u_qI/AAAAAAAAAsk/G7MU0Pf1mVc/s320/manutd.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just finish watching the Man Utd match. I'm realizing Valencia was a splendid buy. Owen didn't disappoint today. I missed almost the whole of first half, but the action only began in the second half. 5-0, I'm thoroughly appeased, finally seeing the magic again tonight~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, the granny &amp;amp; aunt has transferred their Wii over to our place. But it's the Japanese model, so the games are limited. Oh well, got Wii better than no Wii. I shall try Wii Sports again some other day, I may suck at sports, but I strongly believe my stamina is not that of a 80 year old's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/2007/05/labour-day-ah-mas-wii.html"&gt;The last time I touched a Wii they said I was 80!&lt;/a&gt; (Click there)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15411291-4136136200564646841?l=ploppiedoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/feeds/4136136200564646841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15411291&amp;postID=4136136200564646841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/4136136200564646841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/4136136200564646841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/2009/08/exams-soccer-no-pictures.html' title='Exams, Soccer &amp; NO PICTURES'/><author><name>Rozann(e)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01511553645557027072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SF504LHDO0I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/qaVpa4JbB5k/S220/Copy+of+Copy+of+IMGP0548.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SpAlCuN9EvI/AAAAAAAAAsU/ankUeqjwack/s72-c/ex.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15411291.post-2058873060809566647</id><published>2009-07-16T23:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T00:19:14.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quintessence</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 277px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359459421863090978" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SmCf8tRFGyI/AAAAAAAAAsM/ZIVlWUyHMQA/s320/untitled.JPG" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Source: Flickr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Beware lest you do not lose the &lt;b&gt;substance&lt;/b&gt; by grasping at the &lt;b&gt;shadow&lt;/b&gt;." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;~ Aesop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much does one &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;possess&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;How much does one &lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;need&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;?&lt;br /&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/15411291-2058873060809566647?l=ploppiedoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/feeds/2058873060809566647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15411291&amp;postID=2058873060809566647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/2058873060809566647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/2058873060809566647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/2009/07/quintessence.html' title='Quintessence'/><author><name>Rozann(e)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01511553645557027072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SF504LHDO0I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/qaVpa4JbB5k/S220/Copy+of+Copy+of+IMGP0548.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SmCf8tRFGyI/AAAAAAAAAsM/ZIVlWUyHMQA/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15411291.post-3636183858698911032</id><published>2009-07-05T23:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T00:03:45.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"No Plucking Rambutans" Is Not A School Rule</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Either Blogger is giving me problems, or this substitute computer is. I CAN'T UPLOAD PICTURES. It's say 'Click done' &amp;amp; everything but it doesn't ever appear. I've tried more than like 20 times, and they're appearing on Picasa but not in this post. Gah, I have to take Gwt's advice and do it the long-winded Picasa way :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH GREAT NOW THEY HAVE THESE MYSTERIOUS WIDE GAPS BETWEEN THE PHOTOS.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my computer crashed. (I'm typing this with another computer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is in a way, a good thing, because this will keep me away from the internet idle &amp;amp; other computer-related distractions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the June vacations was eventful but definitely not academically productive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="WIDTH: auto"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SlDG_CiZciI/AAAAAAAAArw/E9gZffHGgl8/s400/4759_95742832612_564652612_2125296_2779234_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="TEXT-ALIGN: right; FONT-FAMILY: arial,sans-serif; FONT-SIZE: 11px"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We celebrated Jody's birthday at Raffles Town Club. In the daytime we had very pure activities like swimming &amp;amp; bowling, but when the sun set, we started playing the horriblest TOD with Jody, Gen, Joscelin, Roanna, Justine, Joanne &amp;amp; Samantha Ng. Dares shall not be disclosed as it will affect those who plan to be in politics in the future. We ended up jolly-shandying &amp;amp; BOF-ing to 7am in the morning, and officially ended the night party with Neopets. (Rest of the photos on FB)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="WIDTH: auto"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/Sk9zpRY8qoI/AAAAAAAAAoM/EkqVHXBXGB4/s400/4823_91242754964_646744964_1906343_2452726_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="TEXT-ALIGN: right; FONT-FAMILY: arial,sans-serif; FONT-SIZE: 11px"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also went to catch Ghosts Of Girlfriends Past with Jessica &amp;amp; Joscelin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="WIDTH: auto"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SlDJNMEOhjI/AAAAAAAAAr8/L53gGEByA-c/s800/4759_95742832612_564652612_2125296_2779234_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="TEXT-ALIGN: right; FONT-FAMILY: arial,sans-serif"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was okay, but didn't turn out to be as good as I thought it would be. There were classic funny bits, like the gay pirate hair &amp;amp; the tandoori martini which reminds us of an old math teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SlC66fryuhI/AAAAAAAAAqg/YrC6qXPKce0/s400/5055_119884950708_590595708_3356161_533925_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="TEXT-ALIGN: right; FONT-FAMILY: arial,sans-serif; FONT-SIZE: 11px"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was the prawning adventure that was planned after Jeslyn went crazy and suggested to go to a food/fruit farm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="WIDTH: auto"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SlDBRgruYcI/AAAAAAAAAqo/KBdOy5pVed0/s400/5055_119884950708_590595708_3356161_533925_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="TEXT-ALIGN: right; FONT-FAMILY: arial,sans-serif; FONT-SIZE: 11px"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We caught our first prawn in less than 10 minutes! The prawns at the farm aren't the usual dead kind you see at NTUC, they had pincers that could probably kiap your nails off. We were supposed to spend an hour there, but we OT-ed for about 15 minutes and the farm guy was nice enough to let us off. I suppose it was because Jessica called him &lt;s&gt;uncle&lt;/s&gt; handsome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Then there was the unfortunate encounters with the 3 stooges in the previous post)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="WIDTH: auto"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SlDCCMMpUKI/AAAAAAAAAqw/Qdbg8XzhjbQ/s400/5055_119884950708_590595708_3356161_533925_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="TEXT-ALIGN: right; FONT-FAMILY: arial,sans-serif; FONT-SIZE: 11px"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We caught a total of 9 prawns and we brought them over to Jeslyn's and we had noodles, sausage octopuses &amp;amp; prawns for brinner (It was breakfast lunch &amp;amp; dinner)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="WIDTH: auto"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SlDCq2q7YMI/AAAAAAAAAq4/Vw6uNG_13b0/s400/4759_95742832612_564652612_2125296_2779234_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="TEXT-ALIGN: right; FONT-FAMILY: arial,sans-serif; FONT-SIZE: 11px"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We needed ketchup to cook our tomato sauce prawns so we ended up collecting free ketchup packets from Mcdonalds, MOS Burgers, Long John Silver's &amp;amp; Old Chang Kee all around the mall:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="WIDTH: auto"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SlDEEf_lYXI/AAAAAAAAArA/O8K6WFVT-gY/s400/4759_95742832612_564652612_2125296_2779234_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="TEXT-ALIGN: right; FONT-FAMILY: arial,sans-serif; FONT-SIZE: 11px"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="WIDTH: auto"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SlDEnd81M8I/AAAAAAAAArI/5tmHmGh4kWg/s400/4759_95742832612_564652612_2125296_2779234_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="TEXT-ALIGN: right; FONT-FAMILY: arial,sans-serif; FONT-SIZE: 11px"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was also Clarissa's birthday picnic in advance at the National Orchid Garden, and I arrived super late with my yuyuans(fishballs) for yuanwen, with the Kwan sisters, Swen, Ash, Samantha Lam &amp;amp; Angela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="WIDTH: auto"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SlDFHIe2GXI/AAAAAAAAArQ/eLkPYZ6C29c/s400/4759_95742832612_564652612_2125296_2779234_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="TEXT-ALIGN: right; FONT-FAMILY: arial,sans-serif; FONT-SIZE: 11px"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kellie is truly the queen of twister, we played for like more than 10 times, but she was champion in every round!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="WIDTH: auto"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SlDFkRTpd4I/AAAAAAAAArY/yODhP2fpuNk/s400/5055_119884950708_590595708_3356161_533925_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="TEXT-ALIGN: right; FONT-FAMILY: arial,sans-serif; FONT-SIZE: 11px"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Poppy, also celebrating her 1st birthday at the NOG. They had adorable bottled mineral water with her name printed on it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="WIDTH: auto"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SlDF0ymHyOI/AAAAAAAAArg/Gu8Gbuy6KdA/s400/4759_95742832612_564652612_2125296_2779234_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="TEXT-ALIGN: right; FONT-FAMILY: arial,sans-serif; FONT-SIZE: 11px"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner at Lau P after that, rest of photos are on FB!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;READ THIS PORTION!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we are resuming CCA for the &lt;b&gt;LAST&lt;/b&gt; time. This is the 3rd Last Time Performance we're having, but this one was for the SYF Gold Awardees. so it kind of brings everything to a full circle. and this, I believe, is truly the last performance. It'll be at the Esplanade &amp;amp; a ticketed event, so it's pretty exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had CCA yesterday, which ended earlier than usual but pretty late, so hardly anyone was still in school. So, we have this rambutan tree in school...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="WIDTH: auto"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/Sk9y5fyd0DI/AAAAAAAAAoE/W-7P_jz7NNI/s400/DSC00389.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="TEXT-ALIGN: right; FONT-FAMILY: arial,sans-serif; FONT-SIZE: 11px"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... You know where this is going right? :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Joscelin, Jessica, Jeslyn &amp;amp; Gen were admiring the rambutans, and they looked ripe, so we decided to go PLUCK some (Not STEAL) and the branches were very high up, so we broke off the thicker dead branches off the tree &amp;amp; started hitting the ones with the rambutans like a pinata. Like swing swing swing HIT then a rambutan will drop on the ground &amp;amp; we will gather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as you know, all good things come to an end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the school janitors and Miss Siti saw us, they weren't really bothered, Miss Siti even asked us if we succeeded. But our ex-D&amp;amp;T teacher happened to be leaving school, and he caught us red-handed whacking the rambutan tree &amp;amp; told us to stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asked us what we were doing, so Joscelin said: " Oh, it's the rambutan season now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he replied: " You want rambutans, you can go to the market and buy. Go home."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, we should have just gave him one of our rambutans as a bribe. But anyways he came a little too late, we managed to gather 5 ripe rambutans, one for each person! Our fruit of labour open(pun):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="WIDTH: auto"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SlC4B97G_GI/AAAAAAAAAqY/VFZsriCAJ6o/s400/DSC00390.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="TEXT-ALIGN: right; FONT-FAMILY: arial,sans-serif; FONT-SIZE: 11px"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, technically it wasn't stealing! We were not breaking any school rules! If you don't believe me, you can check your handbook for the No plucking the school's rambutans rule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall conclude this post with an attempt to raise awareness on H1N1 to you guys, Mr Brown style! Hahaha, gotta love Mr Brown songs. It's a parody of the Wonder Girls' song Nobody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lViRlo1_b1o&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lViRlo1_b1o&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can also watch this on my FB page. In any case, please remember, you play your below, don't take ice from anyone's Milo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15411291-3636183858698911032?l=ploppiedoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/feeds/3636183858698911032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15411291&amp;postID=3636183858698911032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/3636183858698911032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/3636183858698911032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/2009/07/no-plucking-rambutans-is-not-school.html' title='&quot;No Plucking Rambutans&quot; Is Not A School Rule'/><author><name>Rozann(e)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01511553645557027072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SF504LHDO0I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/qaVpa4JbB5k/S220/Copy+of+Copy+of+IMGP0548.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SlDG_CiZciI/AAAAAAAAArw/E9gZffHGgl8/s72-c/4759_95742832612_564652612_2125296_2779234_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15411291.post-3785030735104914765</id><published>2009-06-24T23:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T00:49:01.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>200 Somethings &amp; Unfortunate Encounters With Older People</title><content type='html'>This is officially my two hundred &amp;amp; first (201st) blog entry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SkJBLZgs5xI/AAAAAAAAAm8/ikPX4izKrzc/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 56px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350910971351983890" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SkJBLZgs5xI/AAAAAAAAAm8/ikPX4izKrzc/s400/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, a quick update on the local H1N1 situation, another 26 cases have been confirmed in Singapore, raising the numbers to 220 people. So please take good care of yourself fellow mammalians, so far we have things under control, just practise proper hygiene &amp;amp; don't sneeze into anyone's face. And that includes your swiney friends as well!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;**********&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had 3 very unfortunate encounters with 3 different &lt;s&gt;unreasonable adult strangers&lt;/s&gt; monsters yesterday and I'm still very upset about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;CASE 1: The Passionate Prawner With Mistress (PPWM)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yesterday we went prawning (Shall update on this in the next post) and it being our first time, we were pretty excited when we caught our first prawn &amp;amp; they had these long sharp pincers that looked like they could kiap you, so naturally we were pretty scared &amp;amp; we sort of screamed (ONLY TWICE)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uncle PPWM then decides to shout at us because he felt that we were being noisy, which in turn, will scared the prawns away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, PPWM, you should have thought of that when you were shouting at us! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SkJLEWQythI/AAAAAAAAAnE/1Q8o9AdzW1Q/s1600-h/P1000951a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350921845337142802" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SkJLEWQythI/AAAAAAAAAnE/1Q8o9AdzW1Q/s320/P1000951a.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahaha, later I go tell your wife you catching china girl instead of prawns. I didn't make this up, they were hugging &amp;amp; everything.&lt;br /&gt;(And I have nothing against China citizens, just brainless old men.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;CASE 2: The other uncle, his groceries &amp;amp; bigass mouth&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were in line at the supermarket, and we were putting our stuff on the conveyor belt, then this cranky uncle suddenly goes "Hello, done already or not? Can move?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point, please note that we were not done. IT WASN'T EVEN OUR TURN YET.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we told him "No, we're not done."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, I don't know if it was instinctual or what, but after he shouted at us for no reason, the whole bunch of us just decided to stop where we're at to piss him off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually he shut up, but the moment we left, he cowardly whispers to his wife about how bad teenagers are these days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well uncle, if I were you, I wouldn't do that. After all, we're not the ones who didn't use our eyes &amp;amp; ears but simple prejudice against teenagers to make accusations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;CASE 3: The blind megaphone mouthed auntie&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think this one was the worst of the 3.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were on the escalator going up, and there was the old man standing in front of us with a walking cane. When we reached the top, the old man had some difficulties walking so he took really small &amp;amp; slow steps which caused the whole lot of us to stop before we bumped into him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we all kind of collided at the end of the escalator, then this auntie behind us suddenly shouted at us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Oi, don't know how to think, escalator also play!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I turned around &amp;amp; told her in the face "We're not playing, can you please look in front?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She just stretched her neck a little to observe the old man still struggling to walk away and just gave a skeptical "Orh."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orh Orh Orh, she can go orh pisai. I mean seriously, if we actually didn't think, we would probably have pushed the old man over &amp;amp; trampled on him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was like her Yan Jing Zhang Zai Pi Gu Shang (eyes planted on her butt). I mean even if she couldn't see, she shouldn't have jumped to conclusions and accused us of playing on the escalator. What did she think we were, 4 year olds?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has to be the worst of the 3. The rest were still okay, because they did have actual reasons to get mad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle 1 was annoyed because he was prawning &amp;amp; wanted a quiet enviroment, and uncle 2 was frustrated because he was queuing and he thought we were just standing there. But accusing us just because we were teenagers is just not right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adults do have the right to think that most teenagers are mischievous, but they shouldn't make it a general mindset &amp;amp; immediately blame us without any clear understanding of things. Some of them got to start realizing that writing to the Strait Times about teenagers' rude behaviour doesn't make them correct, it just makes them self-assured. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless of age, we all have to reflect on not who, but what is right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright, I've been very mean to them in this post, angsty teen shall take her leave now. Shall update on the prawning adventure &amp;amp; events in my next post, adieu~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15411291-3785030735104914765?l=ploppiedoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/feeds/3785030735104914765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15411291&amp;postID=3785030735104914765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/3785030735104914765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/3785030735104914765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/2009/06/200-somethings-unfortunate-encounters.html' title='200 Somethings &amp; Unfortunate Encounters With Older People'/><author><name>Rozann(e)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01511553645557027072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SF504LHDO0I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/qaVpa4JbB5k/S220/Copy+of+Copy+of+IMGP0548.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SkJBLZgs5xI/AAAAAAAAAm8/ikPX4izKrzc/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15411291.post-3450725198247740526</id><published>2009-06-20T01:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T01:14:39.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/Sju_TKRYX8I/AAAAAAAAAms/HVpe89ZRgPk/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/Sju_TKRYX8I/AAAAAAAAAms/HVpe89ZRgPk/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 216px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349079318328270786" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/Sju_TKRYX8I/AAAAAAAAAms/HVpe89ZRgPk/s320/untitled.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Source: Flickr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;나는 믿음 을 부탁하다&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;의심없이&lt;br /&gt;두려움없이&lt;br /&gt;후회없이&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;나에 대한 믿음을 가지고&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;So I ask&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With no doubt&lt;br /&gt;With no fear&lt;br /&gt;With no regret&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In me&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/15411291-3450725198247740526?l=ploppiedoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/feeds/3450725198247740526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15411291&amp;postID=3450725198247740526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/3450725198247740526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/3450725198247740526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/2009/06/faith.html' title='Faith'/><author><name>Rozann(e)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01511553645557027072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SF504LHDO0I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/qaVpa4JbB5k/S220/Copy+of+Copy+of+IMGP0548.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/Sju_TKRYX8I/AAAAAAAAAms/HVpe89ZRgPk/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15411291.post-1169811282588083273</id><published>2009-06-14T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T01:44:49.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We Survived Residing Beside Aloha Loyang</title><content type='html'>I only decided to blog because FB is taking an extremely long time to upload videos, and  episode 22 of BOF has been removed :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you're wondering, Aloha Loyang is where they're quarantining the swine flu patients.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'O' Level Mother Tongue went smoothly, but it wasn't great. My gut tells me I won't be able to get an A1, &amp;amp; that means I'll have to take it again. My Chinese isn't that great, just that it's one of the subjects I can actually score well in(And I hardly score well in anything else), and besides, I have a bad feeling my other subjects are going to suck, so I have to at least try to get an A for Mother Tongue!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Crosses fingers &amp;amp; praying hard that the LG handphone 8-Ball Function is not accurate*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been going back to school last entire week for classes, seminars &amp;amp; CCA. We performed for AG Lui Tuck Yew's farewell at NUS, and while moving the Kulintang out of the room, Gen &amp;amp; Jessica got to shake his hand. (No pictures, no camera)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a multiple day celebration for Joscelin's 16th birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SjU05-W9G7I/AAAAAAAAAmU/su9_0qhw0kw/s1600-h/P1000700.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347238303168797618" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SjU05-W9G7I/AAAAAAAAAmU/su9_0qhw0kw/s320/P1000700.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On her actual birthday, we booked a gigantic KTV room &amp;amp; had a bunch of us had lunch at Da Dong's. (It wasn't really called Da Dong, it was actually Fatty Weng) And somehow, we coincidentally wore the same vermilion shirt again, and I had to disguise in her purple jacket to not create any suspicion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SjU0UayJshI/AAAAAAAAAmE/qdA-as1qULs/s1600-h/P1000758.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347237657964032530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SjU0UayJshI/AAAAAAAAAmE/qdA-as1qULs/s320/P1000758.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was her birthday chalet down at Costa Sands (conveniently located beside Aloha Loyang), where we all went to Escape Theme Park like a bunch of primary school kids. Which speaking of, reminds me that the last time I went to Escape was about 5 years ago during my primary school graduation day. Good times, good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SjU0mknz9zI/AAAAAAAAAmM/P7Hx0GolfjQ/s1600-h/P1000784.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347237969842665266" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SjU0mknz9zI/AAAAAAAAAmM/P7Hx0GolfjQ/s320/P1000784.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After sunset came the BBQ-ed &amp;amp; Catered dinner, Bingo, a waterbomb war, BOF on television &amp;amp; Bailey's till dawn. Check out our waterbombs; made from chinchow drink holder, about 60 cents per bomb:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SjU2fJ98DII/AAAAAAAAAmc/PAIqetwy6_A/s1600-h/P1000763.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347240041451883650" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SjU2fJ98DII/AAAAAAAAAmc/PAIqetwy6_A/s320/P1000763.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest of the photos up on FB!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was this day we lunched at town, and Joscelin &amp;amp; Jessica got a haircut. Joscelin's got Jaejoong's hair now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SjUzv2eoe-I/AAAAAAAAAl8/TQBAheCo9s0/s1600-h/4989_93324351711_622806711_2361971_8081672_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347237029743197154" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SjUzv2eoe-I/AAAAAAAAAl8/TQBAheCo9s0/s320/4989_93324351711_622806711_2361971_8081672_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there was this other day we went for karaoke again. No pictures, but here's a random shot of Joscelin with the packaging of a certain product she's not very comfortable talking about on her head when we were at Jeslyn's:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SjUzmbb-sBI/AAAAAAAAAl0/HVJytwXtKF4/s1600-h/P1000849.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347236867865489426" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SjUzmbb-sBI/AAAAAAAAAl0/HVJytwXtKF4/s320/P1000849.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perturbing padophile. (Pun)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday night was Bwee's advanced birthday celebration, at Costa Sands as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before that, Kellie, Clarissa &amp;amp; I made her a paper fan to fight Singapore's climate. Despite the time constriction, limited resources &amp;amp; slight rain we were working under, we managed to finish it and prevent it from tearing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SjUwMgpqoOI/AAAAAAAAAlk/Kg_5rtKUjVs/s1600-h/P1000860.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347233124053590242" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SjUwMgpqoOI/AAAAAAAAAlk/Kg_5rtKUjVs/s320/P1000860.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello BAJHTKY, we sincerely urge you to bring this to school and show it off to your friends! By the way, I loved the concentration of the Ribena at your BBQ, it was gang gang hao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SjUv6QvCwRI/AAAAAAAAAlc/IVrki3cr8hY/s1600-h/P1000882.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347232810543530258" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SjUv6QvCwRI/AAAAAAAAAlc/IVrki3cr8hY/s320/P1000882.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(By the way, I uploaded the videos of my failed attempts to take this photo of Clarissa &amp;amp; Kellie, you can see it on FB along with the pictures taken)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while I was being a bum, this special someone was contributing to society in Africa. That's why he's so adorable despite the very 90's hair in the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SjUymc6PGcI/AAAAAAAAAls/4ygbevdVTlo/s1600-h/4725_87353292053_56712367053_1948840_1768049_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347235768749201858" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SjUymc6PGcI/AAAAAAAAAls/4ygbevdVTlo/s320/4725_87353292053_56712367053_1948840_1768049_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why, but my deprivation of BOF seems to be triggering my hunger nerve right now. Shall go on a food hunt in the kitchen, adieu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15411291-1169811282588083273?l=ploppiedoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/feeds/1169811282588083273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15411291&amp;postID=1169811282588083273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/1169811282588083273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/1169811282588083273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/2009/06/we-survived-residing-beside-aloha.html' title='We Survived Residing Beside Aloha Loyang'/><author><name>Rozann(e)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01511553645557027072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SF504LHDO0I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/qaVpa4JbB5k/S220/Copy+of+Copy+of+IMGP0548.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SjU05-W9G7I/AAAAAAAAAmU/su9_0qhw0kw/s72-c/P1000700.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15411291.post-6803937916255789320</id><published>2009-05-28T23:19:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T00:32:10.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Let A Rodent Cross Your Path</title><content type='html'>I haven't been blogging because:&lt;br /&gt;- I've been busy with exams &amp;amp; other school related things (60%)&lt;br /&gt;- I'm a very lazy person (40%)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Based on experience, I advice you never ever, EVER let a rodent cross your path. Not a black cat, a grotesque big ass rodent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week the dumb shitball scurried across my path when I was on my way to school. You have no idea how digusting it was, it was running FROM A FIRST FLOOR FLAT to the GRASS. Which also means it was scavenging in a house full of humans. They're getting very&lt;br /&gt;daring these days. Then it stopped looked at me, and scurried off. WHAT AUDACITY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I told my mom who was beside me yesterday morning that it was a bad sign and it was going to jinx me in some way. My mom thought it was bull, but that thing totally caused a whole streak of bad luck for me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I didn't bring my pencilcase. It was my Math exams.&lt;br /&gt;- I didn't bring my calculator. It was my Math exams.&lt;br /&gt;- I didn't bring my mathematical set. IT WAS MY MATH EXAMS.&lt;br /&gt;- Forgot my Thermometer, which means I had to go queue and take my&lt;br /&gt;temperature and I would have to start my paper late&lt;br /&gt;- I sat at the library for 5 hours while waiting for my dental appointment&lt;br /&gt;which turned out to be only 5 minutes, and I had to come back again the&lt;br /&gt;next week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How disgusting. Thank God Annsley lent me hers for a cover up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On marking day, we celebrated with karaoke. It looked pretty shady, like the kind with only a staircase up to a shophouse, but we were later assured that it was family oriented and safe to enter. In the name of God, I swear I was wearing shorts that covered my thighs. The couch was just very cosy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/Sh661mqe2eI/AAAAAAAAAlU/m6AXe85Vj4U/s1600-h/P1000647.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340911638182549986" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/Sh661mqe2eI/AAAAAAAAAlU/m6AXe85Vj4U/s320/P1000647.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/Sh66g9VM_wI/AAAAAAAAAlM/Wwp0RqcWCDE/s1600-h/P1000649.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340911283490062082" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/Sh66g9VM_wI/AAAAAAAAAlM/Wwp0RqcWCDE/s320/P1000649.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/Sh656riTJ_I/AAAAAAAAAlE/vZvU_6bosBQ/s1600-h/P1000655.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340910625878124530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/Sh656riTJ_I/AAAAAAAAAlE/vZvU_6bosBQ/s320/P1000655.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This explains the source of my current sore throat which turned into my current cough which turn into my current flu)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, we completed Bleach on PSP a few weeks ago! 8-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which also means we finally unlocked the whole cast, and I have concrete evidence to back it up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/Sh65LewRptI/AAAAAAAAAk8/AMdjiOJ_HTM/s1600-h/P1000657.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340909814993233618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/Sh65LewRptI/AAAAAAAAAk8/AMdjiOJ_HTM/s320/P1000657.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, the bunch of us got tricked into going for Angklung again. We received an SMS saying we needed to gather at the Housecraft room for a short while, but when we went down the stairs we realized all the Kulintangs were brought out so it was pretty suspicious Turns out we're having a performance for AG Lui Tuck Yew at NUS next week. Oh well, it's going to be our last performance in this school, why not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way I found this photo of the Angklung gang on FB(has to be one of my favourite ones):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/Sh64MNbJeCI/AAAAAAAAAk0/rN_tZUglBUA/s1600-h/3017_78539106711_622806711_2145124_8272424_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340908728009455650" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/Sh64MNbJeCI/AAAAAAAAAk0/rN_tZUglBUA/s320/3017_78539106711_622806711_2145124_8272424_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a extremely random sidenote, there's this orchid plant whose flowers have died 2 years ago, but under much care, has grown new shoots, and the flowers are really nice. I've been takin photos of them for a period of time now, and recently it has bloomed fully, so I shall upload its growing process here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/Sh63pcw_1dI/AAAAAAAAAks/qP3PJfGtrHs/s1600-h/P1000600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340908130832209362" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/Sh63pcw_1dI/AAAAAAAAAks/qP3PJfGtrHs/s320/P1000600.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/Sh62nFnvK4I/AAAAAAAAAkk/KbBSL9yx8z0/s1600-h/P1000617.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340906990747986818" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/Sh62nFnvK4I/AAAAAAAAAkk/KbBSL9yx8z0/s320/P1000617.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/Sh60D95o3sI/AAAAAAAAAkc/VuqpjG7Fyb0/s1600-h/P1000665.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340904188356910786" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/Sh60D95o3sI/AAAAAAAAAkc/VuqpjG7Fyb0/s320/P1000665.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/Sh6zvzNSB0I/AAAAAAAAAkU/Dpf5wa1Bu0Y/s1600-h/P1000620.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340903841889126210" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/Sh6zvzNSB0I/AAAAAAAAAkU/Dpf5wa1Bu0Y/s320/P1000620.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this coming June vacation is going to be really really busy for me, but I guess it's better than doing nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mid-Years are finally over and I have failed with flying colours. However, I'm pretty pleased with my results for my English essay which I thought I was going to fail. But there's more to be worried about right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'M HAVING MY MOTHER TONGUE 'O's NEXT WEEK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother Tongue Bridging has been really intensive this week, like Paper 1, Paper 2, Paper 1, Paper 2, in school and as homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to do whatever I can to score for MT this weekend! And good luck to those also taking their mother tongue paper next week! 8-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall get a dose of Whose Line before bed. Adieu~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15411291-6803937916255789320?l=ploppiedoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/feeds/6803937916255789320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15411291&amp;postID=6803937916255789320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/6803937916255789320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/6803937916255789320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/2009/05/never-let-rodent-cross-your-path.html' title='Never Let A Rodent Cross Your Path'/><author><name>Rozann(e)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01511553645557027072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SF504LHDO0I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/qaVpa4JbB5k/S220/Copy+of+Copy+of+IMGP0548.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/Sh661mqe2eI/AAAAAAAAAlU/m6AXe85Vj4U/s72-c/P1000647.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15411291.post-3998015993613613375</id><published>2009-05-01T23:18:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T01:48:28.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Labour Day Means No Labour</title><content type='html'>Happy Labour Day/May Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was literally labour day for me. I didn't do any labour today despite the fact my exams are starting again in a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've completed my Social Studies &amp;amp; English paper, which were pretty alright. I thought I was the only person who wrote on question 4 about the changes of your neighbourhood within the past 10 years, but turns out, Joscelin also felt no inspiration for the other questions &amp;amp; did question 4 as well. And the worse part is, we wrote on almost exactly the same things without any discussion. The lifts on every level, the sand in the playground turning into rubber, the coldness towards neighbours now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I'll know why if I don't score well on originality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SfsuI_ncKKI/AAAAAAAAAkE/jWVtP9y4b6c/s1600-h/1romeojuliet347X260(1237368395).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330905315973802146" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SfsuI_ncKKI/AAAAAAAAAkE/jWVtP9y4b6c/s320/1romeojuliet347X260(1237368395).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday, a bunch of us went to watch the Romeo &amp;amp; Juliet play at Raffles' Hotel's Jubilee Hall. It was pretty good, although I was lost in Shakepearean more than half the time. But most of the time drama speaks for itself. The acting was heartfelt, and the suggestive scenes &amp;amp; lines were rather sensual for SOME (e.g. the squealing school girl sitting the the row behind me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was pretty upset I had to pay $30 at first, but come to think of it now, a professional production for 30 bucks was quite worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the show, we got to take a picture with Romeo, thanks to the bravery and good English of Jes, Jos &amp;amp; her camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/Sfst68OpZiI/AAAAAAAAAj8/KS8NeeMZxt8/s1600-h/n622806711_2161326_7442690.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330905074546337314" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/Sfst68OpZiI/AAAAAAAAAj8/KS8NeeMZxt8/s320/n622806711_2161326_7442690.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The towering Romeo among the Asian schoolgirls really looks like a surfer. Hahaha, I only discovered his hair was real after the show ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/Sfs1lbD6WzI/AAAAAAAAAkM/7NauPWwFkyg/s1600-h/n622806711_2161327_1140884.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330913500958710578" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/Sfs1lbD6WzI/AAAAAAAAAkM/7NauPWwFkyg/s320/n622806711_2161327_1140884.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended the night with Supper at Mac's &amp;amp; celebrated Labour Day with fellow MRT passengers by wishing them a Happy Labour Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SfstLn639YI/AAAAAAAAAj0/w-3-WE5LBu0/s1600-h/poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 222px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330904261640844674" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SfstLn639YI/AAAAAAAAAj0/w-3-WE5LBu0/s320/poster.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today, I went to catch The Ramen Girl with Bwee. Honestly, I don't know why we watched TRG instead of X-men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyhow, the movie was okay, got pretty boring in between. It's about an American girl who gets dumped by her boyfriend in Japan and tries to learn how to cook ramen from this Japanese chef. There were some funny moments, but Sohee Park, the guy who plays Toshi, Brittany Murphy's new boyfriend totally cracked up the audience. I guess the kissing scenes were just somehow quite......bizarre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SfspFMxKjJI/AAAAAAAAAjs/Zd9rcvM28ZY/s1600-h/3017_77675571711_622806711_2129069_2678883_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330899753226636434" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SfspFMxKjJI/AAAAAAAAAjs/Zd9rcvM28ZY/s320/3017_77675571711_622806711_2129069_2678883_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the way they ate in the movie just made ramen look so appealing, I came home, then went out to eat ramen for dinner. God bless handmade noodles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/Sfso6Ie8LXI/AAAAAAAAAjk/K8c6JZcM32g/s1600-h/Bleach-ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 143px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330899563097894258" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/Sfso6Ie8LXI/AAAAAAAAAjk/K8c6JZcM32g/s320/Bleach-ed.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in the middle of my Bleach game on PSP right now. Gah, I really miss Bleach! But I have absolutely no time to wait for it to load then watch it online!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember my June holiday Bleach marathon, like 14 episodes per day? Now I have completely no idea what happened after they saved Inoue. There's probably like a whole other 100++ new episodes already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall take my leave now, for a Menos has appeared. I shall end my post with a fine Shakespeare quote I heard during the play to make myself seem more profound than I really am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That monthly changes in her circled orb&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lest thy love prove likewise variable&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adieu, good gentles :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15411291-3998015993613613375?l=ploppiedoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/feeds/3998015993613613375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15411291&amp;postID=3998015993613613375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/3998015993613613375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/3998015993613613375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/2009/05/labour-day-means-no-labour.html' title='Labour Day Means No Labour'/><author><name>Rozann(e)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01511553645557027072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SF504LHDO0I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/qaVpa4JbB5k/S220/Copy+of+Copy+of+IMGP0548.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SfsuI_ncKKI/AAAAAAAAAkE/jWVtP9y4b6c/s72-c/1romeojuliet347X260(1237368395).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15411291.post-5654978028836379189</id><published>2009-04-23T22:24:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T23:28:14.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"AK04,CHIJ STC......GOLD!"</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow's my Mother Tongue exam, but it has been so worth blogging recently about I shall do so at the expense of my paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SfB4oBlWvsI/AAAAAAAAAjM/vXLubYlKfag/s1600-h/n631890375_2827814_2059144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327890988194512578" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SfB4oBlWvsI/AAAAAAAAAjM/vXLubYlKfag/s320/n631890375_2827814_2059144.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sports Day was pretty fun this year. Caroline's cheerleading this year was in my opinion the best I've seen. I love the watermelon eating competition &amp;amp; tug of war pictures. I shall include a few photos in my post, you can check out the rest on my FB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SfB8KyCrYyI/AAAAAAAAAjU/fpD2h3o9GJA/s1600-h/P1000407.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327894883852837666" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SfB8KyCrYyI/AAAAAAAAAjU/fpD2h3o9GJA/s320/P1000407.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caroline spectacles made from blue pipe cleaners&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SfB4e8NYZXI/AAAAAAAAAjE/psXk5z0xC30/s1600-h/P1000391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327890832132957554" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SfB4e8NYZXI/AAAAAAAAAjE/psXk5z0xC30/s320/P1000391.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Very indulgent watermelon eater&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SfB35FkGDgI/AAAAAAAAAi8/bJLM5shGNdE/s1600-h/P1000459.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327890181809114626" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SfB35FkGDgI/AAAAAAAAAi8/bJLM5shGNdE/s320/P1000459.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Marie Ninja Warrior risking her hygiene for success&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SfB3UTOW5jI/AAAAAAAAAi0/MiOROssB28Y/s1600-h/P1000488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327889549820880434" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SfB3UTOW5jI/AAAAAAAAAi0/MiOROssB28Y/s320/P1000488.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;**********&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then there was Gen's sweet 16 BBQ!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SfB2proCMyI/AAAAAAAAAis/dv0gaI8Ubi0/s1600-h/P1000538.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327888817636651810" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SfB2proCMyI/AAAAAAAAAis/dv0gaI8Ubi0/s320/P1000538.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For some unfortunate reason, Joscelin &amp;amp; I had to wear a reddish pink of the exact same shade, which brought much speculation &amp;amp; mockery. (Rest of the photos also uploaded at my FB)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SfB2J1ZyHhI/AAAAAAAAAik/8p3Nu1c_ddY/s1600-h/P1000531.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327888270505418258" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SfB2J1ZyHhI/AAAAAAAAAik/8p3Nu1c_ddY/s320/P1000531.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Toilet Cheerleaders&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SfB1bLsWGSI/AAAAAAAAAic/3H9iuf4bAm4/s1600-h/P1000567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327887469035002146" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SfB1bLsWGSI/AAAAAAAAAic/3H9iuf4bAm4/s320/P1000567.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The strange traditional teenagers jumping in a row photo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SfB1CpW8rMI/AAAAAAAAAiU/0Q4l1SIT2gE/s1600-h/P1000563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327887047501589698" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SfB1CpW8rMI/AAAAAAAAAiU/0Q4l1SIT2gE/s320/P1000563.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;**********&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SfB0lrGee_I/AAAAAAAAAiM/9g4nyzuaAtY/s1600-h/gold_pntbrush.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 80px; HEIGHT: 80px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327886549753166834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SfB0lrGee_I/AAAAAAAAAiM/9g4nyzuaAtY/s320/gold_pntbrush.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that would be the colour of our Angklung SYF medal!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Solid &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GOLD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! 8-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SfHZkQ67a_I/AAAAAAAAAjc/s3MMvv8IsEs/s1600-h/b190595382.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328279051196656626" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SfHZkQ67a_I/AAAAAAAAAjc/s3MMvv8IsEs/s320/b190595382.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(I stole this picture off Clarice's xanga)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The announcer's voice is like still ringing in my head, it was so overwhelming I can't explain it. We were the 4th school to have our results announced, and we were the 1st school to receive Gold. And only 3 schools were announced to attain gold, with the exception of Siglap attaining Gold with Honours. Only the bunch of graduating girls stayed behind, so when it was rather awkward with this speck in the crowd suddenly screaming &amp;amp; going mad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I seriously don't think anyone can understand how we felt there &amp;amp; then. STC Angklung has been getting a Silver for the past &lt;strong&gt;12 years&lt;/strong&gt;, our last Gold was in &lt;strong&gt;1997&lt;/strong&gt;. When I was like, four? We were honestly expecting another Silver, and our conductor told us the music wasn't our best, but we really enjoyed ourselves while performing for the first time. And for some damned reason, I burst out in tears when I heard 'Gold'. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sounds corny &amp;amp; untrue, but this totally declares that the key to an awesome performance is really the attitude &amp;amp; energy. Synchronized shuffling isn't good enough, you have to genuinely have fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So to all our Angklung juniors, good music is important, but always remember that good music brings enjoyment not only to the audience but also to the performers themselves! I'm gonna miss my Melody, who would have thought I'd get to play it after breaking another one?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gosh, I sound like I've left Angklung for very long. It hasn't even been 24 hours. Pictures will surface when the others upload them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Update)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought Macpherson did really well this SYF, I was quite disappointed when they got Silver despite it being none of my beeswax. Macpherson's melody player was amazing, I just wish I could play like him if I ever get the chance to play again. I'd probably pay to see them play Aiyo Mama again. (Metaphorically to express my admiration)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really enjoyed Millienia's majestic finale, CHIJ St Joseph's Latin song &amp;amp; percussion, SAC's very cute dance &amp;amp; of course, Siglap's Dolby-Digital-Surround-Sound-System-like performance which so deserved Gold with Honours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Too bad I missed the RGS one, their costumes were probably the nicest among Miss Faridah's 4 schools.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Update)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Monday, I left school early with a few others to conduct a leadership workshop at RVPS. Working with the kids was interesting, I thought my group did a great job. Just kind of made me miss my primary school life a little. The friends, the shirt I had to wear, the tie, the problem sums, the 50cent recesses, our music room hideout. Good times, good times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;**********&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;With SYF coming to a close, it's time for me to really start studying my butt off.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;By the way, I've become more FB-savvy for these past few months. But still, can't be bothered to learn how to use the little widgets &amp;amp; do those quizzes. Oh well, I should get to studying for tomorrow's paper. Toodles~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/15411291-5654978028836379189?l=ploppiedoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/feeds/5654978028836379189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15411291&amp;postID=5654978028836379189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/5654978028836379189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/5654978028836379189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/2009/04/ak04chij-stcgold.html' title='&quot;AK04,CHIJ STC......GOLD!&quot;'/><author><name>Rozann(e)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01511553645557027072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SF504LHDO0I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/qaVpa4JbB5k/S220/Copy+of+Copy+of+IMGP0548.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SfB4oBlWvsI/AAAAAAAAAjM/vXLubYlKfag/s72-c/n631890375_2827814_2059144.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15411291.post-7891652459769839697</id><published>2009-04-12T17:35:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T20:54:54.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heartless, Brainless, Kneecap-less &amp; Other Dangerous Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Conclusion Of The Week:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. I have no heart.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. I have no brains.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. I have no kneecaps.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I'm pretty sure I have a stomach. Perhaps even two. Because right now, I'm having food poisoning AGAIN. I eat so much junk I probably deserve it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of food poisoning, 2 adults &amp;amp; 1 foetus died after eating rojak the other day. And I was craving for rojak the day before they died. But I was craving for the Malay rojak anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SeGyaAYcIyI/AAAAAAAAAh8/IFrmsoASBqc/s1600-h/800px-Indian_rojak.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323732394377487138" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SeGyaAYcIyI/AAAAAAAAAh8/IFrmsoASBqc/s320/800px-Indian_rojak.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, people more or less should know that food centres aren't that hygienic right? Many food centres are the same, they re-use overnight food or food exposed to air for a long time, they don't clean utensils throughly. But you can't entirely blame them, even at home, people do not clean their own utensils thoroughly and eat food from yesterday without keeping it properly conveniently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SeGyVtn23QI/AAAAAAAAAh0/26HqMiqxyL8/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323732320622402818" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SeGyVtn23QI/AAAAAAAAAh0/26HqMiqxyL8/s400/untitled.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food centres are not the only ones guilty, today 12 people have food poisoning after eating at this seafood restaurant at Lorong 9. And a few months back, I remember even the McDonalds at Tampines had rodents falling from the celling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope the food centres &amp;amp; restaurants alike in Singapore will step up on their hygiene measures, not just that particular one. People shouldn't wait to get in trouble to start doing things properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever. I blame the rodents who just CANNOT SEEM TO DIE. (I refuse to use the 3 letter R word. It's just as disgusting as finding like, pubic hair on a toilet seat.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.channelnewsasia.com/stories/singaporelocalnews/view/420416/1/.html"&gt;(Source 1)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sg.news.yahoo.com/cna/20090411/tap-703-12-suffer-food-poisoning-eating-231650b.html"&gt;(Source 2)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://newpaper.asia1.com.sg/printfriendly/0,4139,177125,00.html"&gt;(Source 3)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Me being heartless&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few days ago, we made our teacher cry, cancel a class outing &amp;amp; announce that she might be transferring all at one go. I feel really bad about it. As CC, I didn't even do anything &amp;amp; I am so ashamed of myself. The class had to go through this uncomfortable tensionfied period. And now Dorothea has to keep the class funds because I am not doing my job &amp;amp; cannot make decisions on whether to continue with our initial plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm really sorry Doro, give me some time to ask them if they still want to continue with our plans this week okay? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;u&gt;Me being brainless&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I fell asleep during the most important lessons, and wake up having no clue on how to integrate or how meiosis works. And on Good Friday, I went mugging with YY, Swen, Clarissa, Ash &amp;amp; Vivian and only managed to complete 2 out of 4 History SBQs. Who the hell takes so long to do 2 SBQs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......Yeah I know, me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;p&gt;Little update for my memory's sake:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And Larry &amp;amp; I were fleeing from a situation at a bus stop, but&lt;br /&gt;because of my poor vision &amp;amp; slow brain processing, I couldn't tell if the&lt;br /&gt;coast was clear, and only came out of our hiding spot which was unfortunately&lt;br /&gt;muddy &amp;amp; full of ants after like 15-20 minutes later to check.&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just when I signalled to Larry to abandon our hiding spot, I was caught&lt;br /&gt;unaware by the mighty Jos &amp;amp; Jes, who shouted my name while dangling out of a&lt;br /&gt;bus, which in turn made me panic &amp;amp; scream. The whole bus stop population&lt;br /&gt;just stared at me in silence, making me wave frantically at them, then cover my&lt;br /&gt;unsightly face and ran back to hide myself.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Worse still, after abandoning our hiding spot, we immediately took the&lt;br /&gt;first bus we saw to escape from the scene, where Larry started to&lt;br /&gt;bian-clean mud off shoe-bian-poledance. We ended up one MRT station further off,&lt;br /&gt;where strangely we met an acquaintance who goes by the alias of&lt;br /&gt;Birdy.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ALL THIS IN LESS THAN AN HOUR.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Me being kneecap-less&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I had to leave Angklung early to get to my piano lesson, which I totally forgot I had. I don't know why, but I can't seem to coordinate myself to move when playing the Kulintang. Basic movements like bouncing on my knees while playing the kulintang is like A-Math to me. And SYF is only 2 weeks away! I better work on it or I'm going to screw things up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you ever wondered, this is how the Kulintang I'm playing looks like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SeGuXLP8PdI/AAAAAAAAAhk/ecXzFfkP1_w/s1600-h/Image0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323727947708513746" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SeGuXLP8PdI/AAAAAAAAAhk/ecXzFfkP1_w/s320/Image0002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what else is deadly like rojak. Plastic bottles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SeGy6v3e02I/AAAAAAAAAiE/VoMvEBDpRAo/s1600-h/Bottles003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323732956879967074" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SeGy6v3e02I/AAAAAAAAAiE/VoMvEBDpRAo/s320/Bottles003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A 14-year-old boy is in a coma after being hit on the head by a friend with a plastic bottle. The boy is severely injured, with internal bleeding &amp;amp; a cracked skull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it all started with a quarrel. Fighting doesn't solve anything, so don't get physical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.asiaone.com/News/AsiaOne%2BNews/Malaysia/Story/A1Story20090412-134742.html"&gt;(Source) &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15411291-7891652459769839697?l=ploppiedoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7891652459769839697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15411291&amp;postID=7891652459769839697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/7891652459769839697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/7891652459769839697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/2009/04/heartless-brainless-kneecap-less-other.html' title='Heartless, Brainless, Kneecap-less &amp; Other Dangerous Things'/><author><name>Rozann(e)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01511553645557027072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SF504LHDO0I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/qaVpa4JbB5k/S220/Copy+of+Copy+of+IMGP0548.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SeGyaAYcIyI/AAAAAAAAAh8/IFrmsoASBqc/s72-c/800px-Indian_rojak.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15411291.post-8197348891779411136</id><published>2009-04-04T11:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T01:35:17.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Un-Pubertized Potty Mouths, American Idol &amp; My Uneventful Life</title><content type='html'>Pleasant &amp;amp; unpleasant yet totally unrelevant things have happened this week. And I have not touched the computer for more than a week! I am turning into a full-fledged pig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Warning: Blast of AI &amp;amp; one familiar pink elephant in photos)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I currently have a disgusting arm &amp;amp; back ache &amp;amp; a 5X2 cm rope-burn-cum-bruise from House Prac on Thursday, but it was worth it. Only 10 people turned up on Thursday for our level when we needed a minimum of 20 people per team, so we ended up playing for the size of 2 teams, which was every round possible. We surprisingly came in 2nd with such little manpower. And somehow best House Prac up to date :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SdeaI_LRYCI/AAAAAAAAAhU/LC1XuyOkh3c/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 301px; height: 226px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SdeaI_LRYCI/AAAAAAAAAhU/LC1XuyOkh3c/s320/untitled.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320890963949871138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days back on my way home, I met a group of primary school boys hanging around outside the MRT station I was at &amp;amp; they were asking for DONATIONS with a COMMUNITY CHEST ENVELOPE at bloody 6.30++ PM. They approached me, and when I said no thank you, they tried to shove me &amp;amp; spouted vulgarities at me. Like everyone breathing Singaporean should know that no primary school would send their students on fund-raising in the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if it's because they can't afford it but want to donate that they raise funds in public, but honestly, I don't think it's right to raise funds like that. I mean, it's somewhat conning people of their money right. They're supposed to 'fork out their pocket money' right? The sacrificing for others part is supposed to be the main point, and I believe one pocketed the money. Those un-pubertized potty mouths better watch it, I see them raising funds again in public, I will do it the Singaporean way - STOMP IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there was the Theresian Awards Day performance, which I single-handedly screwed up. Carrying the Kulintang up &amp;amp; down stairs were a real pain. Like literally, my back and arms were still excruciating, and when I have this 2X2 cm bruise from losing grip of the kulintang and letting it smash into my shin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Joscelin, Jessica &amp;amp; I totally forgot we were performing on the second level, and we carried the kulintang another level up &amp;amp; only realizing we're not supposed to be up there when we finally reached the top. Teachers are very sacarstic &amp;amp; scary creatures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Principal, not the worse we met) "Aren't you supposed to be performing downstairs?" *Sighs &amp;amp; walks away*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Former Art Teacher)"You want to put it down before you decide where you want to go next?" *Starts imitating how exhausted &amp;amp; clueless we look while carrying a heavy instrument*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(My Math Teacher) "Why are you up here? You see, why are you always like that? *Points to her head indicating our stupidity plus big fat sigh*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"You want to help us? It's very heavy."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Silent for 2 seconds, ignores the request, gives another sigh &amp;amp; walks away like nothing happened*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Some other Science Teacher) "Hey, can carry or not?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Cannot cannot, you want to help us?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"No."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Then why did you offer your help?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I didn't. I only asked if you could carry it" *Hurries off*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I happened to catch American Idol it a few days back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SdeOgLA025I/AAAAAAAAAhM/2PH8ACe7zSU/s1600-h/41260.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320878168124742546" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SdeOgLA025I/AAAAAAAAAhM/2PH8ACe7zSU/s320/41260.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear Anoop was being such an asswipe. The performance was bad enough, why the arrogance? He was just lucky someone did as badly as he did that night (Megan), I mean he was being such a jerk, they should have kicked him off the show if they had to eliminate 2 people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SdeNPB2Pt3I/AAAAAAAAAgs/4WyfaB-R8ws/s1600-h/41236.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320876774095042418" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SdeNPB2Pt3I/AAAAAAAAAgs/4WyfaB-R8ws/s320/41236.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SdeOZVDXLxI/AAAAAAAAAhE/5Fj20SYDNKc/s1600-h/41227.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320878050560651026" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SdeOZVDXLxI/AAAAAAAAAhE/5Fj20SYDNKc/s320/41227.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SdeNWwPrt-I/AAAAAAAAAg8/apaZAKEfm2I/s1600-h/41242.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320876906808850402" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SdeNWwPrt-I/AAAAAAAAAg8/apaZAKEfm2I/s320/41242.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SdeNTC_DA8I/AAAAAAAAAg0/oCROGFzFE5M/s1600-h/41258.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320876843119870914" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SdeNTC_DA8I/AAAAAAAAAg0/oCROGFzFE5M/s320/41258.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danny just made me want to cry (I didn't), with his wife issues and all. And Adam was great but the bell bottoms just made be burst out with laughter. Kris Allen was very cute for some reason, &amp;amp; my mother kept emphasizing me how big Lil's booty was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SdeMF7sar9I/AAAAAAAAAgk/pOQHnMJB51M/s1600-h/Study_for_The_Quarrel_of_Oberon_and_Titania.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320875518312755154" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SdeMF7sar9I/AAAAAAAAAgk/pOQHnMJB51M/s320/Study_for_The_Quarrel_of_Oberon_and_Titania.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was quite unfortunate that Megan went off, she was gorgeous &amp;amp; so was her voice. But later my doubts were cleared when she suddenly squawked like a bird &amp;amp; flapped her arms with her eyes and mouth wide open while walking to the Bottom 3 area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My my, this post is very wordy. I shall take my leave.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15411291-8197348891779411136?l=ploppiedoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/feeds/8197348891779411136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15411291&amp;postID=8197348891779411136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/8197348891779411136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/8197348891779411136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/2009/04/un-pubertized-potty-mouths-american.html' title='Un-Pubertized Potty Mouths, American Idol &amp; My Uneventful Life'/><author><name>Rozann(e)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01511553645557027072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SF504LHDO0I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/qaVpa4JbB5k/S220/Copy+of+Copy+of+IMGP0548.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SdeaI_LRYCI/AAAAAAAAAhU/LC1XuyOkh3c/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15411291.post-3015027877967499603</id><published>2009-03-25T23:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T23:41:48.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Member Of The FPC (Flu Pandemic Club)</title><content type='html'>THE FLU PANDEMIC IS HERE! Or at least probably is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/ScpM9wDhIyI/AAAAAAAAAgc/Ewnz7htVUOI/s1600-h/flu-1-1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 172px; HEIGHT: 198px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317146933819679522" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/ScpM9wDhIyI/AAAAAAAAAgc/Ewnz7htVUOI/s320/flu-1-1.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know the one MOH was going on non-stop about last year, and I was pfft-ing at their "vision". I mean, come on, people get the flu all the time. I bet you've had flu more than the times you said Please, Excuse Me &amp;amp; Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, if you're really polite or have Tourettes, that's a different story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But right now, I can't even PFFT anymore because I'm already choking on my own phlegm. I'm part of the flu pandemic! And I currently know of at least 10 people who are having a flu/cough/sore throat/3-in-1 combo (My case)/fever/diarrhea/any other form of illness that is not fatal enough to kill. &lt;em&gt;Yet.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;**********&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My March holidays was pretty much eventless, except for school &amp;amp; mug sessions. But we had this strange 4 people pizza pool party. It wasn't even poolside, Jessica &amp;amp; Hilda literally floated around in the water eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/ScpM5BFqQxI/AAAAAAAAAgU/Tp7Lh9urVso/s1600-h/200px-Slumdog_millionaire_ver2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 252px; HEIGHT: 173px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317146852492722962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/ScpM5BFqQxI/AAAAAAAAAgU/Tp7Lh9urVso/s320/200px-Slumdog_millionaire_ver2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However during the week, I FINALLY caught Slumdog Millionaire. I don't know why I took so long to actually watch this show. I personally prefer the book, the plot was not too similar, and the movie was pretty you know, movie-ish. But most movies suck without a happy ending, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/ScpMzfqM6rI/AAAAAAAAAgM/5Wtbv67QnZs/s1600-h/200px-Vforvendettamov.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 295px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317146757619837618" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/ScpMzfqM6rI/AAAAAAAAAgM/5Wtbv67QnZs/s320/200px-Vforvendettamov.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I also caught my current new favourite-est movie. V FOR VENDETTA! I put 'est' behind favourite to emphasize my love for this film. Truly one kickass flick. I'm so in love with V. With the mask, that is. I'd rather stick to V without a face. I mean, Hugo Weaving looks decent, just feels weird knowing a V is also a 48-year-old Austrian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;So Far This Week&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on the second day back to school, someone died at the Clementi MRT in the morning. According to reports, the deceased is a female in her early seventies. Death was classified as unnatural. The case is still under investigation, so it's not confirmed if it was suicide or an accident or any other possible scenarios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my usual train was delayed, and it stopped for a few minutes at every station. It took me quite a while to realize the other half of the station was corded off with the police tape thing with police &amp;amp; firemen (I don't know why) walking up and down. Then it took me another few minutes to realize someone probably died on the other side from where I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And miraculously, I managed to scrape through with a shitty overall pass for Math! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/ScpMKLxC7jI/AAAAAAAAAgE/3ayVcvrR14E/s1600-h/Study_for_The_Quarrel_of_Oberon_and_Titania.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 209px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317146047905197618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/ScpMKLxC7jI/AAAAAAAAAgE/3ayVcvrR14E/s320/Study_for_The_Quarrel_of_Oberon_and_Titania.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Do not question why Oberon &amp;amp; Titania looks unclothed in this picture)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yesterday, we had a chance to watch Chungcheng High's SYF production on our literature test, A Mid-Summer Night's Dream. It was honestly pretty well done for a 20 minute play with almost no knowledge of the novel. Reminds me of the MSND production we watched last year. SJC's acting &amp;amp; set were so splendid, and the central stage concept was really good. But after all they did have much more stage &amp;amp; preparation time &amp;amp; it was quite a big event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, Chungcheng's actors pronounced Titania as Te-Tar-Nia. From what I know, it's pronounced Ty-tay-nia. But whether Te-Tar-Nia or Ty-Tay-nia is correct, I have no clue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know my recent posts seem to be lacking photos, and seems to have a lot of pictures ripped off the internet. Sad to say, but I haven't gotten much opportunties to use my new camera this year! Believe me, I am truly upset about this. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have school/am studying/have tuition for all 7 days of the week now. And my mug sessions and tutions are on a weekly basis, so I can't stop as &amp;amp; when I want to :-(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/ScpMDdDSjkI/AAAAAAAAAf8/klwR1VHi78E/s1600-h/infernalaffairs261.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 261px; HEIGHT: 173px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317145932286037570" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/ScpMDdDSjkI/AAAAAAAAAf8/klwR1VHi78E/s320/infernalaffairs261.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, did anyone hear the news about Andy Lau getting married this year? Hey, I think it's pretty major news alright! His fiance is Malaysian and they've been dating for like, &lt;strong&gt;24 YEARS&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;How sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I am doubting your worth, class chairperson.) Toodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15411291-3015027877967499603?l=ploppiedoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/feeds/3015027877967499603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15411291&amp;postID=3015027877967499603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/3015027877967499603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/3015027877967499603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/2009/03/member-of-fpc-flu-pandemic-club.html' title='Member Of The FPC (Flu Pandemic Club)'/><author><name>Rozann(e)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01511553645557027072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SF504LHDO0I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/qaVpa4JbB5k/S220/Copy+of+Copy+of+IMGP0548.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/ScpM9wDhIyI/AAAAAAAAAgc/Ewnz7htVUOI/s72-c/flu-1-1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15411291.post-8127969926799607381</id><published>2009-03-14T16:48:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T23:36:59.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Just Won The Pop-Up Lottery! (Again)</title><content type='html'>My tryathlon number didn't win the lottery. Again. But I just won on an 888[dot]com poker pop-up advertisement. Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very surprised how this year's EFL was so much slower-paced than the other EFLs yet probably the most tear-jerking &amp;amp; powerful one. I got to write to some of the important people in my life, which has to be my favourite part of this entire camp. And thank you to those who gave me notes, they really mean a lot to me :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I played mini pictionary with Clarice, Fazlina &amp;amp; Claire on the train back home. I love word games~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, updates on the tryathlon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone wants to see my medal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SbuYlGNKcAI/AAAAAAAAAfs/dlj2KzVtO8s/s1600-h/P1000367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313007948502036482" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SbuYlGNKcAI/AAAAAAAAAfs/dlj2KzVtO8s/s320/P1000367.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently it was shaped into a cylinder and filled with cocoa powder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the event was pretty chaotic though, they didn't clearly marked where the athletes were supposed to find their teammates for the relay, and the different categories just started anyhow which made the whole route really congested &amp;amp; confusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SbuXwwkLdvI/AAAAAAAAAfk/YYIEuxbRkfc/s1600-h/P1000355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313007049339795186" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SbuXwwkLdvI/AAAAAAAAAfk/YYIEuxbRkfc/s320/P1000355.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I enjoyed the tryathlon, There were more freebies on the day itself, giant crocs floating in the sea and a truck of milo(Me likey milo, just not as a award). AND I GOT TO TOUCH A LIVING IGUANA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SbuW597ROfI/AAAAAAAAAfc/z76pUYxnxjI/s1600-h/P1000370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313006108033497586" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SbuW597ROfI/AAAAAAAAAfc/z76pUYxnxjI/s320/P1000370.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Thank you, Vivian's mom for driving us into Sentosa &amp;amp; staying for the entire event! And thank you Vivian &amp;amp; Vivian's cousin for completing the team event with me!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And these are the best-looking pancakes I've ever made (From this afternoon)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SbuVh8mYIYI/AAAAAAAAAfU/KFBGYJZtc6E/s1600-h/P1000377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313004595848946050" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SbuVh8mYIYI/AAAAAAAAAfU/KFBGYJZtc6E/s320/P1000377.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;一朵云能载多少思念的寄托 在忽然相遇街头&lt;br /&gt;当我们擦身而过 那短短一秒钟 都明白 什么都变了&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15411291-8127969926799607381?l=ploppiedoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/feeds/8127969926799607381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15411291&amp;postID=8127969926799607381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/8127969926799607381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/8127969926799607381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-just-won-pop-up-lottery-again.html' title='I Just Won The Pop-Up Lottery! (Again)'/><author><name>Rozann(e)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01511553645557027072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SF504LHDO0I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/qaVpa4JbB5k/S220/Copy+of+Copy+of+IMGP0548.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SbuYlGNKcAI/AAAAAAAAAfs/dlj2KzVtO8s/s72-c/P1000367.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15411291.post-474885252758427152</id><published>2009-03-06T23:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T23:37:53.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Will Be The Most Athletic Milo Packet You'll Ever Meet</title><content type='html'>As of today, I have completed my CA1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And as of this week, I have discovered that my ears turn red when I'm under a lot of stress. Like, as red as &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;THIS&lt;/span&gt;. And I assure &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;THIS&lt;/span&gt; is really red on human skin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SbFAnrXllYI/AAAAAAAAAfM/_0GXwz4yGo4/s1600-h/P1000336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310096486047257986" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SbFAnrXllYI/AAAAAAAAAfM/_0GXwz4yGo4/s320/P1000336.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH YES. I AM PARTICIPATING IN A TRIATHLON SPELT WITH A 'Y'. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's still a triathlon, only difference is you try. Get the drift? (Quoted from Joscelin once upon a time) And the triathlon's tomorrow morning! Vivian's cycling, Vivian's cousin is swimming &amp;amp; &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am RUNNING&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Yay me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Check out me goodie bag, full of milo goodness, sunscreen &amp;amp; recycled MOE freebies! I love my number, so 4D-able.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SbFALvHmR0I/AAAAAAAAAfE/DFNKAq9JmFI/s1600-h/P1000338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310096006017599298" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SbFALvHmR0I/AAAAAAAAAfE/DFNKAq9JmFI/s320/P1000338.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The triathlon shirt disturbingly makes me look like a giant milo packet. Photos will surface after tomorrow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;**********&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And here's some pretty old pictures almost rotting in my camera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pictures of Faye &amp;amp; Tay(e) (The abandoned kittens Jeslyn, Joscelin &amp;amp; Faye found on the second day of Chinese New Year. Jeslyn brought them to her place &amp;amp; they took care of the kittens till they could eat and shit right and gave them away to someone. Named after 2/3of their original owners.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Tay serenading to Tay(e) with Youtube karaoke&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SbE--l9EHYI/AAAAAAAAAe8/5voQ-KztoX8/s1600-h/P1000292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310094680707571074" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SbE--l9EHYI/AAAAAAAAAe8/5voQ-KztoX8/s320/P1000292.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is Jeslyn feeding a very hungry Faye who was having diarrhea then&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SbE-OfC6AtI/AAAAAAAAAe0/BZMl-lWKr_w/s1600-h/P1000287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310093854219305682" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SbE-OfC6AtI/AAAAAAAAAe0/BZMl-lWKr_w/s320/P1000287.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is Jessica making Faye &amp;amp; Tay(e) clothes from scrap cloth around the Chow residence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SbE97pS5g1I/AAAAAAAAAes/3EIVZEfVvjo/s1600-h/P1000297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310093530553221970" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SbE97pS5g1I/AAAAAAAAAes/3EIVZEfVvjo/s320/P1000297.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is Tay(e) looking terribly cute while falling asleep under her Hello Kitty blanket&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SbE9Ln8AJsI/AAAAAAAAAek/nWtxIW5MJZs/s1600-h/Image0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310092705555031746" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SbE9Ln8AJsI/AAAAAAAAAek/nWtxIW5MJZs/s320/Image0003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is Faye messing with my hair while listening to Mariah Carey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SbE89_w21HI/AAAAAAAAAec/5KsuWETVAeM/s1600-h/Image0000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310092471432565874" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SbE89_w21HI/AAAAAAAAAec/5KsuWETVAeM/s320/Image0000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;**********&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And pictures from the official opening of my aunt's shop&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SbE8Kae11QI/AAAAAAAAAeM/osyA4ihIewE/s1600-h/P1000324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310091585251562754" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SbE8Kae11QI/AAAAAAAAAeM/osyA4ihIewE/s320/P1000324.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are my family members brunching&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SbE8gLO0xXI/AAAAAAAAAeU/W8ILsJc_D4k/s1600-h/P1000327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310091959114974578" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SbE8gLO0xXI/AAAAAAAAAeU/W8ILsJc_D4k/s320/P1000327.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the buffet of a brunch itself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SbE7y63g3zI/AAAAAAAAAeE/rR0Xev8fpCY/s1600-h/P1000328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310091181628120882" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SbE7y63g3zI/AAAAAAAAAeE/rR0Xev8fpCY/s320/P1000328.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is Sarah, my first &amp;amp; distant niece, showing some love to my aunt but not me (My eight characters seem to clash with all babies)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SbE7BDMpaZI/AAAAAAAAAd8/uLmmWpuJIBY/s1600-h/P1000331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310090324870785426" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SbE7BDMpaZI/AAAAAAAAAd8/uLmmWpuJIBY/s320/P1000331.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is picture of my Chemistry notes on Metals. I was just sending this to Swen yesterday, I don't usually take pictures of my notes, really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SbE4SsMIZEI/AAAAAAAAAd0/y5EmmEayG0Y/s1600-h/P1000340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310087329397367874" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SbE4SsMIZEI/AAAAAAAAAd0/y5EmmEayG0Y/s320/P1000340.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I MUST SLEEP NOW LEST I DROP DEAD/ASLEEP DURING MY RUN. Goodbye, Ploppiedoo &amp;amp; friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15411291-474885252758427152?l=ploppiedoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/feeds/474885252758427152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15411291&amp;postID=474885252758427152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/474885252758427152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/474885252758427152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-will-be-most-athletic-milo-packet.html' title='I Will Be The Most Athletic Milo Packet You&apos;ll Ever Meet'/><author><name>Rozann(e)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01511553645557027072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SF504LHDO0I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/qaVpa4JbB5k/S220/Copy+of+Copy+of+IMGP0548.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SbFAnrXllYI/AAAAAAAAAfM/_0GXwz4yGo4/s72-c/P1000336.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15411291.post-8042504710129593025</id><published>2009-02-22T02:02:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T00:50:21.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Typed This Post From The 21st To The 22nd Of February</title><content type='html'>I thought I subdued my cyberantagonist, buy my condition apparently has worsened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SaA_pI5ZlEI/AAAAAAAAAdo/5GW4s17-4yA/s1600-h/TN0824.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305310337037866050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SaA_pI5ZlEI/AAAAAAAAAdo/5GW4s17-4yA/s320/TN0824.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am now not only unable to make myself study, but also unable to make myself do even unproductive things. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hardly touch the computer nowadays because I'm &lt;u&gt;TOO LAZY TO&lt;/u&gt;. And I used to use the computer because I was &lt;u&gt;TOO LAZY TO DO SOMETHING ELSE&lt;/u&gt;. (Explaining why I have not updated)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* [On a random note, yesterday when I met Adeline at the MRT Station, an old man behind us started vomiting (a lot) on the floor. Then he went up the escalator, a few steps behind us, and he started vomiting (a lot) on the escalator. Then he reached the 2nd level and started vomiting (a lot) near the wall. I don't know why he had so much food in him. It was pretty digusting, really. IF YOU'RE EXPECTING PICTURES, SHAME ON YOU.]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SaA78CBZ8xI/AAAAAAAAAdI/eNaNpOPdWkw/s1600-h/Valentine-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 123px; HEIGHT: 92px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305306263563399954" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SaA78CBZ8xI/AAAAAAAAAdI/eNaNpOPdWkw/s320/Valentine-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SaA8MUJ8aBI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/6GuAY-zW-Ko/s1600-h/Valentine-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SaA8WoQSBVI/AAAAAAAAAdY/aS9bTwG90Qs/s1600-h/Valentine-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SaA78CBZ8xI/AAAAAAAAAdI/eNaNpOPdWkw/s1600-h/Valentine-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 123px; HEIGHT: 92px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305306263563399954" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SaA78CBZ8xI/AAAAAAAAAdI/eNaNpOPdWkw/s320/Valentine-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SaA78CBZ8xI/AAAAAAAAAdI/eNaNpOPdWkw/s1600-h/Valentine-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 123px; HEIGHT: 92px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305306263563399954" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SaA78CBZ8xI/AAAAAAAAAdI/eNaNpOPdWkw/s320/Valentine-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SaA8MUJ8aBI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/6GuAY-zW-Ko/s1600-h/Valentine-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SaA8WoQSBVI/AAAAAAAAAdY/aS9bTwG90Qs/s1600-h/Valentine-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My valentine's day was fruitful. Facilitated a workshop in school, shopped for my valentine's gifts, piano, semi-celebrated Valerie's birthday, purchased boxers at Plaza Singapura, celebrated Danielle's birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I have finally managed to complete one Yiruma score (Courtesy of Gen) of my few. :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yesterday(Couple of hours ago), I managed to get myself out of the house to study &amp;amp; have dinner with Uncle Goh. Uncle Goh turned out to be in his school's Council ExCo. I cannot believe how the people around me are so competent. Student council ExCo, National Hockey Team for YOGs, National Windsurfing Team, CCA Presidents, friends who can juggle work &amp;amp; school etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kudos to people who have so much to do, and doing as much as they can, and their supernaturally amazing spirit! :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SaA4yOUYuZI/AAAAAAAAAcw/AdxwfS__sbo/s1600-h/l21437643411_2507.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305302796530661778" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SaA4yOUYuZI/AAAAAAAAAcw/AdxwfS__sbo/s320/l21437643411_2507.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just became a fan of Kinder Surprise on Facebook. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CAN ANYONE TELL ME WHAT HAPPENED TO KINDER SURPRISE?!?!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been looking for the sacred chocolate egg for 5 years, but I've found nothing. NTUC, Shop &amp;amp; Save, Cold Storage, Giant, Sheng Siong. My brother told me he gave up on Kinder Surprise the day he realized he paid too much for a measly film of chocolate with a shitty toy inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Kinder Surprise can decieve me for the rest of my life. They can put shitty toys in paper-thin chocolate for all I care &amp;amp; pay for. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I call this unconditional love :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15411291-8042504710129593025?l=ploppiedoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/feeds/8042504710129593025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15411291&amp;postID=8042504710129593025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/8042504710129593025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/8042504710129593025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-typed-this-post-from-22nd-to-23rd-of.html' title='I Typed This Post From The 21st To The 22nd Of February'/><author><name>Rozann(e)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01511553645557027072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SF504LHDO0I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/qaVpa4JbB5k/S220/Copy+of+Copy+of+IMGP0548.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SaA_pI5ZlEI/AAAAAAAAAdo/5GW4s17-4yA/s72-c/TN0824.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15411291.post-5671736747256806290</id><published>2009-02-04T22:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T22:33:30.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My War With The Web / Little Nyonya Niu Year</title><content type='html'>A summary of my life right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had tuition today, will have tuition tomorrow, just conquered a Bio test yesterday, having an E.Math &amp;amp; A.Math test this friday, will have an E.Math/A.Math test next week, Chemistry test is postponed to next monday, tuition again on Wednesday &amp;amp; Thursday, &amp;amp; History test next Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, I just made myself sound really busy on purpose. Truth is, I haven't been touching my math homework. But as hard as it is to believe, I've been studying really hard for my Science tests, cos' they'll predict whether I'm still able to take Chemistry &amp;amp; Biology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM PROUD TO SAY I SPENT 6 HOURS ON SUNDAY TO STUDY FOR MY BIO TEST with YY. I've never taken my studies seriously in a while, I'm glad I'm finally trying to :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, here's my ultra-belated Little Nyonya Niu Year pictures. I swear it was damn embarrassing. People walk past &amp;amp; start laughing at us &amp;amp; talking about the show. Hence, I will only reveal no more than 3 photos for now. (Other CNY pictures will surface when I move my ass &amp;amp; upload everything else on Facebook)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SYmiohk_zzI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/vomVTvD7IyQ/s1600-h/P1000166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298945253670113074" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SYmiohk_zzI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/vomVTvD7IyQ/s320/P1000166.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SYmjHpzuo5I/AAAAAAAAAcY/kmTzjALBMwo/s1600-h/P1000177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298945788455330706" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SYmjHpzuo5I/AAAAAAAAAcY/kmTzjALBMwo/s320/P1000177.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SYmjjhYmaoI/AAAAAAAAAcg/NUEqo_qHlaE/s1600-h/P1000269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298946267230399106" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SYmjjhYmaoI/AAAAAAAAAcg/NUEqo_qHlaE/s320/P1000269.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently realized that time freezes for me when I'm using the computer, and I spent hours doing nothing productive &amp;amp; sleeping late for no reason, when I could be STUDYING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsktsk, I have no willpower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**Note-to-self: Computer usage per day SHOULD be less than 3 hours per day, and on as little weekdays as possible. Extra time given for only valid/official reasons. Weekends should also be used for maximum nerdification &amp;amp; intellectualizing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I CAN/MUST/WILL/SHALL RESIST THE EVIL FORCES OF THE INTERNET!!!&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/15411291-5671736747256806290?l=ploppiedoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/feeds/5671736747256806290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15411291&amp;postID=5671736747256806290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/5671736747256806290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/5671736747256806290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-war-with-web-little-nyonya-niu-year.html' title='My War With The Web / Little Nyonya Niu Year'/><author><name>Rozann(e)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01511553645557027072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SF504LHDO0I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/qaVpa4JbB5k/S220/Copy+of+Copy+of+IMGP0548.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SYmiohk_zzI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/vomVTvD7IyQ/s72-c/P1000166.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15411291.post-4415680334134535636</id><published>2009-01-24T23:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T12:33:29.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hepi Niu Year / Our New Class Chairperson Sucks</title><content type='html'>Ola Bananas, Happy Niu Year! Yes, it is corny, but we must go with the flow! &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Random photos first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've recently cured my crave for pancakes with chocolate syrup:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SXsrMCOXgrI/AAAAAAAAAb4/oUVZf9VZxl8/s1600-h/P1000048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294873272659706546" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SXsrMCOXgrI/AAAAAAAAAb4/oUVZf9VZxl8/s320/P1000048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And check out the mutated twinkle among his peers (That would be my Chemistry homework):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SXsqVGFqCJI/AAAAAAAAAbw/7Mr5bVdtK8Y/s1600-h/P1000008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294872328804108434" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SXsqVGFqCJI/AAAAAAAAAbw/7Mr5bVdtK8Y/s320/P1000008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's the Angklung board we worked on 2 weeks back:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SXspwKaLNkI/AAAAAAAAAbo/8K3nwNiL-YY/s1600-h/Image0091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294871694308750914" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SXspwKaLNkI/AAAAAAAAAbo/8K3nwNiL-YY/s320/Image0091.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's the class notice board we've been working on for the past 3 days:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SXslDui0gBI/AAAAAAAAAbg/HDC21idjMg4/s1600-h/P1000094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294866532868063250" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SXslDui0gBI/AAAAAAAAAbg/HDC21idjMg4/s320/P1000094.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so proud of it! There were a few mistakes here &amp;amp; there, but it was a class effort. :-D And I'm really hating our new class chairperson by the way. Inefficiency rate = 101%. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bwee's confirmation was last week,dinner with her boyfriend &amp;amp; friends at Linnette's house. We ended the night with a conversation on zombies, minus drama mama &amp;amp; drama mama's lover. (I have no pictures)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SXvq38pNaeI/AAAAAAAAAcI/y7xXBGHCX1k/s1600-h/Image012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295084033796827618" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SXvq38pNaeI/AAAAAAAAAcI/y7xXBGHCX1k/s320/Image012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After bian-lunching-bian-studying with YY, Vivian, Annsley &amp;amp; Kelly at Harbourfront after school on Friday, went to Elizabeth's to meet Joscelin, Jessica &amp;amp; Valerie for our...um, reunion dinner &lt;s&gt;despite the fact that I see them 5 days of the week&lt;/s&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SXseqtUZUII/AAAAAAAAAbY/_aplUCq1VcY/s1600-h/P1000125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294859505972629634" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SXseqtUZUII/AAAAAAAAAbY/_aplUCq1VcY/s320/P1000125.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Headed to Chinatown to soak in the CNY vibe. Horfun &amp;amp; Loh Hei-ing (The tossing of the expensive auspicious salad thing while shouting auspicious things) in the middle of Temple Street, all 5 dressed in red. Perturbing sight for the public I tell you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SXsd_KiAUPI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/tpu8GAeLrl8/s1600-h/P1000127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294858757900095730" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SXsd_KiAUPI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/tpu8GAeLrl8/s320/P1000127.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And today, went to the East Coast with Bwee to help Ree with her photoshoot. Her stylist makeup artist were hilarious, they bitched about some 30-year-old photographer at Subway for 2 hours straight. And Lana the model is hackin' tall &amp;amp; pretty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SXsdcVACYBI/AAAAAAAAAbI/s7MhU4H2LB0/s1600-h/P1000155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294858159414992914" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SXsdcVACYBI/AAAAAAAAAbI/s7MhU4H2LB0/s320/P1000155.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 more days to the Lunar New Year, &amp;amp; 2 off days next week. NO SCHOOL ON MONDAY &amp;amp; TUESDAY! I'm so happy the joy could ooze out of my nose. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...... No, it is not doing so, it was merely a homeric simile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15411291-4415680334134535636?l=ploppiedoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/feeds/4415680334134535636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15411291&amp;postID=4415680334134535636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/4415680334134535636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/4415680334134535636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/2009/01/hepi-niu-year-our-new-class-chairperson.html' title='Hepi Niu Year / Our New Class Chairperson Sucks'/><author><name>Rozann(e)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01511553645557027072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SF504LHDO0I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/qaVpa4JbB5k/S220/Copy+of+Copy+of+IMGP0548.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SXsrMCOXgrI/AAAAAAAAAb4/oUVZf9VZxl8/s72-c/P1000048.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15411291.post-7087907907333721014</id><published>2009-01-11T13:04:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T15:51:10.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Encounter With A Middle-Aged Social Outcast</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SWl-_l35MgI/AAAAAAAAAag/056RmMPMXVk/s1600-h/jvo34.tmp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289898868286763522" style="WIDTH: 167px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 152px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SWl-_l35MgI/AAAAAAAAAag/056RmMPMXVk/s320/jvo34.tmp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From this week on, I officially have only 1/7 days free, only if I make sure tuition comes straight after school on a weekday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday was Flag Day. This year's has to be the most memorable one for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So our group was sent to near where I live, which was already packed with other schools, some including my primary schoolmates. Some guy shouted in my ear while pretending I was invisible, and the worse thing I encountered on Flag Day to date was this mome who seriously annoyed the hell out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He came up to me from behind, I thought he was going to donate. But he came and asked me a ridiculous question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Why are you collecting donations for Red Cross ah? I thought they changed to a private home already? Where is the money going?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I suspected he was some Red Cross spy trying to test me on what I know about their organization so I answered his question. Sekali, the nitwit started to babble about his life to me. WHY VENT YOUR ANGER ON ME UNCLE, WHYWHYWHY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"You know, everytime I see this Red Cross ask for donation, I very angry. I volunteer at the home for 17 years, 17 YEARS. Then they changed the management, now they locked the gate. The we the volunteers just stand outside and wait. How can they not allow the volunteers to go in, you tell me? (Rhetorical) They collect so much money for what? (Also rhetorical)"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the beginning I thought I should just make him happy by letting him complain cos' I figured he probably has no wife, children or friends because he's so hacking irritating. Then the jackass takes me for a pastor and repeats the EXACT SAME COMPLAINT over and over for like, 9 times. (Yeah, I counted.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I snapped when he said &lt;strong&gt;"Take it as though the Lord is sending you a message through me about this."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I said "Well uncle, maybe you should talk to the management instead."/ STFU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I SWEAR, HE COULDN'T GET THE MESSAGE &amp;amp; JUST CONTINUED TO LET HIS CRAP FLOW LIKE A OLD MAN'S RECTUM.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, has he ever wondered why the Red Cross stopped letting him in? Red Cross would be more than happy if they had volunteers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was probably making the volunteers,old people &amp;amp; children in the homes so upset with his uncontrollable oral bowels, they had to lie to him the gate was locked and let the other volunteers in by the back door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DON'T THE LORD BLAHBLAHBLAH ME, YOU MIDDLE-AGED SOCIAL OUTCAST. How dare he complain and use God's name to get what he wants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wasted a good 15 minutes of my time, when I could be raising funds for people who really need the money. Thankfully some passers-by noticed I was stuck and tried to donate and let me escape, but it didn't work. Luckily YY approached me in time before I went nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still cannot believe the Red Cross could stand him for 17 years. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;**********&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;By the way, I finally got a new camera after my Pentax Optio suddenly stopped working after taking misty photos. The water vapour probably got inside it. I love you Pentax, and just like Slidey, I'll really miss you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyways, had an advanced Chinese New Year reunion dinner yesterday somewhere in the Northeast. After dinner, decided to go to Mustafa to get my new camera. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SWmkFWYb8RI/AAAAAAAAAao/Z4NtjuHc2_0/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289939649137733906" style="WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SWmkFWYb8RI/AAAAAAAAAao/Z4NtjuHc2_0/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Say hi to my new Lumix DMC-FS3! Love its slickness. It's also my first cam in black!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SWmkFWYb8RI/AAAAAAAAAao/Z4NtjuHc2_0/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15411291-7087907907333721014?l=ploppiedoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7087907907333721014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15411291&amp;postID=7087907907333721014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/7087907907333721014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/7087907907333721014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-encounter-with-middle-aged-social.html' title='My Encounter With A Middle-Aged Social Outcast'/><author><name>Rozann(e)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01511553645557027072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SF504LHDO0I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/qaVpa4JbB5k/S220/Copy+of+Copy+of+IMGP0548.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SWl-_l35MgI/AAAAAAAAAag/056RmMPMXVk/s72-c/jvo34.tmp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15411291.post-8207656997821208223</id><published>2008-12-31T14:22:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T14:28:52.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Final Post Of 2008</title><content type='html'>So it's the last day of 2008, so here's the last post of the year. May you have a splendid year ahead! Xoxo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*PS: Not looking forward to 2009, unlikely a good year for me :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my new year's gift to you:&lt;br /&gt;(Click link below. Don't worry, nothing scary/virusey)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.maylin.net/Fireworks.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can't see the fireworks from your house? Make your own!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Highlights of my 2008&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(There's probably more but I just can't think of it all at one go)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I've discovered my ability to consume certain species of vegetables. Big achievement, I say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I've got acquainted with Melody, after breaking her sister's legs in 2007. (My Kulintang)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Man Utd owned twice in a year, becoming UEFA &amp;amp; BPL champions of 2007-2008, and I had a chance to witness it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- We got chosen for the Youth Olympics *Flashes patriotic smile*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- We had our first wanted person, Mas Selamat Kastari&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Sadly, we also had our first Singaporean terrorism victim, Miss Lo Hwei Yen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Did a photoshoot with a mountain of makeup on (With BAM &amp;amp; Ree)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- My annual school camp actually made me 'bond with the class' for once&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- My most active year in school life ever. Like seriously, the 75th anniversary funfair, CurL, Angklung symposium &amp;amp; Angklung performances, Inter-class debates, VOLUNTEERING to paint the Science Fiesta banners, Literature On Stage(I USED TO LAUGH AT THOSE PEOPLE)? &lt;strong&gt;God, my fat-clogged arteries can only take so much school-ism.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- My BOTDA (Heehee) &amp;amp; Newspaper feature (Hahaha, I went crazy over one sentence only)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Having a social circle. God, I didn't even have one! I actually made the most friends &amp;amp; celebrated their birthdays/have a record-breaking amount celebrate mine this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ate a chicken's heart. Yeah I did. Tasted like liver. (Yes, I eat liver)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- BOWLED (One strike, considered very lucky for a jinxed ass.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- MAHJONG-ED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Got a Theresian Heart Award despite being so evil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Um, went to China twice in a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Went to a studio recording for a TV-show-turned-out -X'mas-special (Aiyah, I wasn't even on the screen!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Increase friendliness by 0.05% (Doesn't happen often, y'know)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My resolutions for 2009&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Improve social skills&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Have the discipline to study harder than I ever had for 'O's, and may the hard work pay off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Pass Math?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Be more flexible with my diet (More green stuff)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Begin to appreciate this school I'm in (Next year's probably my last in this one, I'm quite confident I won't like the future school even more)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15411291-8207656997821208223?l=ploppiedoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/feeds/8207656997821208223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15411291&amp;postID=8207656997821208223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/8207656997821208223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/8207656997821208223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/2008/12/final-post-of-2008.html' title='Final Post Of 2008'/><author><name>Rozann(e)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01511553645557027072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SF504LHDO0I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/qaVpa4JbB5k/S220/Copy+of+Copy+of+IMGP0548.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15411291.post-6906315168814522781</id><published>2008-12-27T14:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T14:56:00.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Screw MPA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SVXOpQcuzoI/AAAAAAAAAaY/47aNIeC6uTM/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284356945974578818" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SVXOpQcuzoI/AAAAAAAAAaY/47aNIeC6uTM/s400/untitled.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SVXOLB_0PlI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/FNI4Dz_P-g8/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've failed to recover all my photos, which means almost all of the birthday celebration photos are gone. Depressed much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah what the heck, at least I got some of my albums back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lesson learnt: No online album webpage is totally free, maybe except for Photobucket. Sites that offer free photo storage are those who provide online albums as a side widget, such as LJ, Friendster &amp;amp; Facebook.&lt;/strong&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/15411291-6906315168814522781?l=ploppiedoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/feeds/6906315168814522781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15411291&amp;postID=6906315168814522781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/6906315168814522781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/6906315168814522781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/2008/12/screw-mpa.html' title='Screw MPA'/><author><name>Rozann(e)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01511553645557027072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SF504LHDO0I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/qaVpa4JbB5k/S220/Copy+of+Copy+of+IMGP0548.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SVXOpQcuzoI/AAAAAAAAAaY/47aNIeC6uTM/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15411291.post-901993972529008108</id><published>2008-12-25T19:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T19:02:56.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not So Jolly Tis' Season</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SVNmtiC0qUI/AAAAAAAAAaA/jNInwg2aZEc/s1600-h/Copy+of+Image0087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283679720254515522" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SVNmtiC0qUI/AAAAAAAAAaA/jNInwg2aZEc/s320/Copy+of+Image0087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For one, my camera is down on an important occasion. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HOW CAN YOU FAIL ME AT A TIME LIKE THIS?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all the pictures from the week before I left for Hainan and when I was in Hainan are all stuck &amp;amp; un-uploadable. And my old camera's USB cable turns out to be faulty, which means I have absolutely no way to transfer photos to my computer unless I get a new camera/ fix my camera. Grrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plus, the holidays are ending in about a week, and I haven't bought my books for next year yet, nor started on my homework. I'M SO NOT READY FOR 2009. Damn it, I don't want to go to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I HATE SCHOOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Before I left for Hainan&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SVNZVErIU7I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/2C4jqp3jQcw/s1600-h/1190666.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283665006402491314" style="WIDTH: 144px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SVNZVErIU7I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/2C4jqp3jQcw/s400/1190666.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to catch Four Christmases with BAM, Jos &amp;amp; BAM's friend Zachary (Refer to Battle Of The Pu-Tung-Ee-Na-Moes) on Sunday, then headed to BAM's for dinner &amp;amp; shittalk. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SVNYNOgDlTI/AAAAAAAAAZY/pCbzRh9rwxw/s1600-h/DSC09967.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283663772089816370" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SVNYNOgDlTI/AAAAAAAAAZY/pCbzRh9rwxw/s320/DSC09967.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Tuesday, we had the extremely belated Dorothea's Birthday celebration at KBox, with Joscelin, WanZhen &amp;amp; Qimei, and to some arcade for oldschool machine basketball &amp;amp; air hockey. Reminds me of primary school arcade outings. Heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(INSERT IMAGINARY PICTURE HERE)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went shopping for Joanne's bag at the over populated Bugis place after my Dental appointment. Despite having a giant fan, Bugis Street still makes me sweat like a horse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to BB to gift hunt for Clarissa's brother, Joel, with Joscelin, then celebrated Joel's birthday with Swen, Clarissa, &amp;amp; her family/friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SVNXx_PcWmI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/3agJCnz28iU/s1600-h/P1060319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283663304137136738" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SVNXx_PcWmI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/3agJCnz28iU/s320/P1060319.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Hainan&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hainan was basically just luxury. Foot massages, facials, getting my disgusting hair done, shopping, karaoke etc. Unfortunately, it was mostly winterwear, so nothing much to buy. I managed to snap a few photos with my aunt's camera, but it ran out of battery, so no pictures. Pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to visit my 'hometown's kampung area, &amp;amp; got to see their housing &amp;amp; farms, which was pretty cool. But, no pictures again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(INSERT IMAGINARY PICTURE HERE)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got treated to some of the most expensive food in my life, like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The birdnest stuffed baby pigeon soup, which was ohmygod filled with birdnest to the brim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(INSERT YUMMY BUT IMAGINARY PICTURE HERE)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And noodles with some overpriced mushroom &amp;amp; baby abalone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(INSERT YUMMY BUT IMAGINARY PICTURE HERE)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the X'mas dinner with the family this year was at Little Bali at Villa Bali, then all headed to my house to catch The Little Nyonya (This baba show got this baba family hooked).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(INSERT IMAGINARY PICTURE HERE)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So that's about it. Need to remember to catch my 10 minutes of fame on TV tonight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All imaginary pictures will be filled in when I find a way to upload the photos, which is unlikely to be soon.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*PS: On a random sidenote, my Christmas tree disappeared some time ago, and the only one left in the house is this 15cm tall one:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SVNm8814CCI/AAAAAAAAAaI/RwceLK41X6E/s1600-h/Image0082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283679985146005538" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SVNm8814CCI/AAAAAAAAAaI/RwceLK41X6E/s320/Image0082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15411291-901993972529008108?l=ploppiedoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/feeds/901993972529008108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15411291&amp;postID=901993972529008108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/901993972529008108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/901993972529008108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/2008/12/not-so-jolly-tis-season.html' title='Not So Jolly Tis&apos; Season'/><author><name>Rozann(e)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01511553645557027072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SF504LHDO0I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/qaVpa4JbB5k/S220/Copy+of+Copy+of+IMGP0548.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SVNmtiC0qUI/AAAAAAAAAaA/jNInwg2aZEc/s72-c/Copy+of+Image0087.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15411291.post-6441410100257591289</id><published>2008-12-25T00:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T00:31:25.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2008 Christmas Merry</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SVJjQrag6AI/AAAAAAAAAY4/JgtJ1-dR6R0/s1600-h/Great_Christmas_tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283394451042002946" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SVJjQrag6AI/AAAAAAAAAY4/JgtJ1-dR6R0/s320/Great_Christmas_tree.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;!!! CHRISTMAS MERRY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;! edition X'mas Special, clues blues catch to off I'm, something or Christmas Merry a Have. interesting more little a it make to around post this in sentences the flipped just I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*PS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;! revealed be shall &lt;a href="http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-halloween.html"&gt;post old&lt;/a&gt; the from secret The&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;clue a Here's: !special X'mas TV on are We&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-B&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15411291-6441410100257591289?l=ploppiedoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/feeds/6441410100257591289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15411291&amp;postID=6441410100257591289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/6441410100257591289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/6441410100257591289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/2008/12/2008-christmas-merry.html' title='2008 Christmas Merry'/><author><name>Rozann(e)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01511553645557027072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SF504LHDO0I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/qaVpa4JbB5k/S220/Copy+of+Copy+of+IMGP0548.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SVJjQrag6AI/AAAAAAAAAY4/JgtJ1-dR6R0/s72-c/Great_Christmas_tree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15411291.post-484124151518364612</id><published>2008-12-15T21:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T21:34:16.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Left On A Jetplane, But I'll Be Back Again</title><content type='html'>Well, guess what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...You didn't even make a guess right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Aiyah, I'm currently in Hainan Island AGAIN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, I don't know why I didn't leave give an early notice to my friends, maybe a few, but I didn't even tell them the exact date. So, now you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S PRETTY COLD OVER HERE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I decided to bring my baby with me this trip so that I can continue to have access to whatever you can have access to with the internet. (My baby = Thing I'm typing this post with)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not too sure when I'll be back in Singapore, but (sadly) I'll have to be because the holidays are ending in a few weeks' time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * * * * * * * * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;By the way, I'VE BEEN SCAMMED BY MPA!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really actually. It's like &lt;s&gt;partially&lt;/s&gt; mainly my fault, I didn't click on the TERMS &amp;amp; CONDITIONS before clicking the 'I AGREE' button. And I was stupid enough to not realize that right-clicking &amp;amp; saving of pictures from the website isn't allowed, which I thought I could resort to if I needed any photos back in file form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worse still, I sort of deleted the files from my computer for more virtual memory &amp;amp; un-lagginess. And turns out, your account only lasts for a year and if you don't purchase something from the site or 'join the club' (Still needs $), they'll deactivate your albums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sent them an e-mail pleading for them to return me the files, but they sent me some patronizing automated suggestion, which eventually still insisted I 'join the club'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was the end of the world for retreiving my 3 pages, 21 albums &amp;amp; 693 photos that contained about a year's worth of memories since 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, Joscelin came up with an genius plan (With years of Neopets' hacking experience) on how to get all my photos back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND IT WORKED! :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm about one-third way through getting back all my photos, but I have to be quick before they deactivate me. It's also one of the reasons why I brought my baby along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * * * * * * * * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And my camera isn't working! And I didn't bring my phone here!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suay or not. So many moments I wanted to snap a photo but couldn't. Very depressed about both gadgets. But my dad &amp;amp; bro's coming over in a few days, so they'll probably bring Supernova here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * * * * * * * * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll update about last week &amp;amp; my Hainan trip some other time. Toodles~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15411291-484124151518364612?l=ploppiedoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/feeds/484124151518364612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15411291&amp;postID=484124151518364612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/484124151518364612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/484124151518364612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-left-on-jetplane-but-ill-be-back.html' title='I Left On A Jetplane, But I&apos;ll Be Back Again'/><author><name>Rozann(e)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01511553645557027072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SF504LHDO0I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/qaVpa4JbB5k/S220/Copy+of+Copy+of+IMGP0548.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15411291.post-2612230335902003689</id><published>2008-12-08T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:26:00.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Battle Of The Pu-Tung-Ee-Na-Moes</title><content type='html'>Pu-Tung-Ee-Na-Moe = Naughty word involving one of your parents&lt;br /&gt;Taught by Tay Wan Ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*EXCLUSIVE VIDEO!&lt;/strong&gt; (Not that people would actually want to see this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is the only place this video can be viewed by anyone, and 2/3 of my social circle does not know of this blog. Video will be uploaded as private on Youtube as well.*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-dccafb32e2fd21ed" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Ddccafb32e2fd21ed%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331142999%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D86089EFE49652D4585EF7AF014506538C09EE8C3.57895D1E95819AC4AD861B7AE1F8BCCA727B89D8%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Ddccafb32e2fd21ed%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D-YYSI8N1nz5vzuvyzkUDBN8hRGY&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Ddccafb32e2fd21ed%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331142999%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D86089EFE49652D4585EF7AF014506538C09EE8C3.57895D1E95819AC4AD861B7AE1F8BCCA727B89D8%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Ddccafb32e2fd21ed%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D-YYSI8N1nz5vzuvyzkUDBN8hRGY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R: "Our D&amp;amp;T project."&lt;br /&gt;B: " Yeah right."&lt;br /&gt;J: " Nice or not?"&lt;br /&gt;R: " It's a house!"&lt;br /&gt;J: " It's a shark rahhhhhhh!"&lt;br /&gt;R: " No, it's a toilet bowl."&lt;br /&gt;B: " ?"&lt;br /&gt;R: " Usable on both sides."&lt;br /&gt;J: " Ewww..."&lt;br /&gt;R: " The butts face each other."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*A round of haha-ing*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;READY? FIGHT!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;J &amp;amp; R proceeds to lift it up, the shark/house loses its balance &amp;amp; soon breaks apart.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Another round of haha-ing*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R: " Who's the one who ruined the house?"&lt;br /&gt;(We were discussing about how we 'built a home' &amp;amp; who would destroy it first.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;J decides to stick her head into the broken shark/house.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B: " What you doing~"&lt;br /&gt;J: " Uh oh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;J throws the broken shark/house over her shoulder, causing it to crumble even more.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J: " Oh , shit."&lt;br /&gt;B: " You fix it back ah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;R was upset about the damage done and turned violent. *Kapow*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;J retaliates fast with two floormats, but R swiftly hits it away.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;R picks up another floormat &amp;amp; started...flap-smacking like a loser. *2 Combo*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R: " I whack you ah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;J immediately returns the blow with 4 floormats, but unfortunately drops one. *3 Combo*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;R takes a floormat &amp;amp; threw it like a boomerang. *Swoosh*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R: " I got fei biao okay."&lt;br /&gt;(Fei biaos are ninja star-knives)&lt;br /&gt;J: " You have a weak point."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;J starts aiming at R's bandaged knee.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B: " Eh, not your house leh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;R quickly shields her achilles' heel... In this case, knee.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not long later, J levels-up &amp;amp; her speed &amp;amp; power increases. *Agility x2, strength x2*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J: " I chium, chium!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amidst B's hysterical laughing, R taunts J &amp;amp; tells her to bring it on.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R: " Throw again."&lt;br /&gt;R: " Throw properly lah!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;J &amp;amp; R then experiments with a new move, where J fires from a higher angle, &amp;amp; R defends.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Another round of haha-ing*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bystander, B soon becomes a casualty in between the fight. (Stomach pain from the laughing) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B puts the camera down.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B: " I cannot record already."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;R demonstrates to J how she executed her fei biao throw. J then tries it out. *Swoosh Swoosh Swoosh*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B: " My stomach damn pain~"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B slowly recovers, and picks the camera back up.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;R strategizes &amp;amp; starts reloading her resources.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;R ATTACKS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B: " Like giving out newspaper like that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;R accidentally hits J in the bullseye - THE NOSE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J: " Owwww, my nose!"&lt;br /&gt;R: " Oh shit, sorry!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;J was angered, and became crazy. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She shoots frantically at R. *5 Combo*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R: " Ahhhhhhh!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;R picks up a floormat &amp;amp; protects herself. *Defence x2*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;J soon calms down.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tension fills the air as both warriors turned silent.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B: " What are you 2 doing?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;J catches R off-guard as she rests to restore her life. *Arbish*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eventually...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They both K.Oed due to fatigue. Teehee.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15411291-2612230335902003689?l=ploppiedoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=dccafb32e2fd21ed&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/feeds/2612230335902003689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15411291&amp;postID=2612230335902003689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/2612230335902003689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/2612230335902003689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/2008/12/battle-of-pu-tung-ee-na-moes.html' title='Battle Of The Pu-Tung-Ee-Na-Moes'/><author><name>Rozann(e)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01511553645557027072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SF504LHDO0I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/qaVpa4JbB5k/S220/Copy+of+Copy+of+IMGP0548.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15411291.post-2695260179702019318</id><published>2008-12-07T01:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T23:35:41.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloody, Fruitful</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;*LONG &amp;amp; PICTURE-FUL POST AHEAD DUE TO FRUITFUL TIME SPENT*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;AS OF LAST WEEK&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to catch Quantum Of Solace with Joscelin at Cine last tuesday, which in my opinion was pretty good.The thrilling scenes were kickass, but the story might be a little confusing for someone who has never watched a Bond film before, because this sequel is pretty much linked to the entire plot from the previous ones, with the dead girlfriend &amp;amp; the evil Quantum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/STquUTEDVBI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/VWEI1ecvgag/s1600-h/Qos-teaser.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276721577155843090" style="WIDTH: 202px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 316px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/STquUTEDVBI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/VWEI1ecvgag/s320/Qos-teaser.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a welcome lunch thing for the OBM friends at Wheelock's Sakae with Joscelin, Jessica, Valerie, Elizabeth, Wanzhen, Mona, Hilda &amp;amp; Wanzhen last Thursday. We had a clicking marathon the computer ordering system, so the waiter/waitresses kept streaming towards our table with food.And the hungry campers started singing their camp songs. (Embarrassing) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/STquLRoavMI/AAAAAAAAAXI/9Lca1n23yxY/s1600-h/IMGP2323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276721422152678594" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/STquLRoavMI/AAAAAAAAAXI/9Lca1n23yxY/s320/IMGP2323.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then on Saturday, went to Vivo to watch Madagascar 2 with Jody &amp;amp; Joanne, then went to check out the Home Flea at Riverside. Madagascar was cute, &amp;amp; the script was very evenly written.Dinner at Central, while I sudoku-ed my ass off. Love Sudoku. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/STquUzFNeuI/AAAAAAAAAXg/jxtgeVMyMKk/s1600-h/200px-Madagascar2poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276721585750637282" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 296px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/STquUzFNeuI/AAAAAAAAAXg/jxtgeVMyMKk/s320/200px-Madagascar2poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught Twilight online when I got home. Twilight is as cheesy as the American Dairy Association, but you know how the repeated drop-dead-gorgeous-male-lead-who-protects-her-with-his-life storyline always ambushes suckers like us. The lines are all stuck in my head right now. It's all Edward Cullen's fault. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/STquUuL6Q8I/AAAAAAAAAXY/03LR0Wpg8dI/s1600-h/200px-Twilightpostermedium.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276721584436560834" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 296px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/STquUuL6Q8I/AAAAAAAAAXY/03LR0Wpg8dI/s320/200px-Twilightpostermedium.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;AS OF THIS WEEK&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday, YY &amp;amp; I decided to explore the recently opened Airport T3. We took the Skytrain thrice, and decided tosettle at T2's Burger King to study for a couple of hours. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/STqu5QUG7qI/AAAAAAAAAXo/1-lRnHm6OaY/s1600-h/IMGP2327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276722212073041570" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/STqu5QUG7qI/AAAAAAAAAXo/1-lRnHm6OaY/s320/IMGP2327.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After tuition on Wednesday, went bowling at Safra with an orange, a fellow metalmouth, and Cinderella.(Who has the abilities to summon creature friends in the forest!) My score was the shittiest, no surprise there. (I know, awkward photo.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/STqvpwPj9uI/AAAAAAAAAXw/LeOyx-BiBZU/s1600-h/IMGP2339.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276723045277628130" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/STqvpwPj9uI/AAAAAAAAAXw/LeOyx-BiBZU/s320/IMGP2339.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHECK OUT MY PURCHASED-ON-THE-SPOT $1.50 MALE SOCKS MADE IN CHINA! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/STqzROZZ4cI/AAAAAAAAAYY/n5_kQGhrNsU/s1600-h/IMGP2345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276727021921755586" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/STqzROZZ4cI/AAAAAAAAAYY/n5_kQGhrNsU/s320/IMGP2345.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And on Thursday, went cycling in the rain with Joscelin, Valerie &amp;amp; Elizabeth at ECP. We sort of cycled out of ECP towards Changi Beach and along the airport runway, but Elizabeth's bike pedals were stuck, so we took turns to steerthe bike back to ECP, but after 800 metres, we realized her bike could work again. (Pardon the baldness of my forehead.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/STqwI8UvYUI/AAAAAAAAAX4/Li4n_pPGeqA/s1600-h/IMGP2348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276723581096517954" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/STqwI8UvYUI/AAAAAAAAAX4/Li4n_pPGeqA/s320/IMGP2348.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And on the way back, I fell &amp;amp; scraped my knee. (No surprise again) I sort of dropped my specs when I fell, &amp;amp; I couldn't really cycle, so I walked back to look for it &amp;amp; Elizabeth cycled back to help me look (Thank you so much, I'm so sorry you had to cycle back!), but it was too dark, so for the record, I lost my specs again in less than 6 months.(No surprise AGAIN)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to snap a photo of my knee wounds at its freshest:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(I made the picture smaller to minimize disgust &amp;amp; make the hairs less visible)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/STqw1VHWKrI/AAAAAAAAAYA/Yu2aS26mJjw/s1600-h/IMGP2355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276724343665470130" style="WIDTH: 129px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 146px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/STqw1VHWKrI/AAAAAAAAAYA/Yu2aS26mJjw/s320/IMGP2355.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'M SORRY YOU HAD TO SEE THAT. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I actually have 2 wounds on my left knee (One big one small, Jimmy &amp;amp; Jonie), which right now, hurts like hell when I move and can't stop producing plasma. My other knee and elbow also got scraped/bruised, but I was too distracted with the bleeding two. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People on the bus &amp;amp; train were startled by Jimmy &amp;amp; Jonie. They kept staring at it like it like my joints were sticking out (They weren't)and some random uncle on the bus came up to me and told me to clean the wound &amp;amp; apply medicine when I reach home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/STqx8Nzp7JI/AAAAAAAAAYI/HXK4gHbyiWc/s1600-h/IMGP2364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276725561474542738" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/STqx8Nzp7JI/AAAAAAAAAYI/HXK4gHbyiWc/s320/IMGP2364.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yesterday, met Joscelin, Ash, Jody, Justine, Nadia &amp;amp; Yan Xuan for B&amp;amp;J's Chunkfest, but it rained and Fort Canning got all muddy, so we ended up lunching at Pastamania at Suntec. I tried the banana &amp;amp; chocolate pizza for the first time, and as strange as it sounds, it tasted pretty nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/STqy06Le1EI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/anBDg6AOGnk/s1600-h/IMGP2357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276726535458313282" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/STqy06Le1EI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/anBDg6AOGnk/s320/IMGP2357.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some kid got lost, and Nadia saved him from wandering off outside the building and returned him to his maid. Kudos to Nadia's sisterly instinct!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/STq19yQPT8I/AAAAAAAAAYw/K7j6g-7FORI/s1600-h/IMGP2358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276729986484490178" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/STq19yQPT8I/AAAAAAAAAYw/K7j6g-7FORI/s320/IMGP2358.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the evening, headed to Jurong Point. We had nothing to do, so we ended up at the arcade. Then this egg becomes sunny side-up/trash/chick game started spitting out tickets. Turns out it had 3 free credits in it. We ended up playing &amp;amp; got 86 free tickets :-D We exchanged it for a &lt;strong&gt;Disney place mat with 2 cup mats worth 88 tickets&lt;/strong&gt;! LIKE HOW COOL IS THAT. (The arcade man gave us a discount) Celebrated with dinner at the Bento Box discussing Jack Neo's productions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/STq0I61J7vI/AAAAAAAAAYg/wEt1Ohb7JJs/s1600-h/IMGP2369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276727978742116082" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/STq0I61J7vI/AAAAAAAAAYg/wEt1Ohb7JJs/s320/IMGP2369.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Toodles~&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Try spotting the bandaged knee &amp;amp; ginormous bruise on right thigh)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/STq0mqBGfOI/AAAAAAAAAYo/587KX7n6CJQ/s1600-h/IMGP2370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276728489624894690" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/STq0mqBGfOI/AAAAAAAAAYo/587KX7n6CJQ/s320/IMGP2370.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15411291-2695260179702019318?l=ploppiedoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/feeds/2695260179702019318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15411291&amp;postID=2695260179702019318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/2695260179702019318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/2695260179702019318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/2008/12/bloody-fruitful.html' title='Bloody, Fruitful'/><author><name>Rozann(e)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01511553645557027072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SF504LHDO0I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/qaVpa4JbB5k/S220/Copy+of+Copy+of+IMGP0548.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/STquUTEDVBI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/VWEI1ecvgag/s72-c/Qos-teaser.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15411291.post-7937447907050942117</id><published>2008-12-01T00:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T00:16:04.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Know Your Ribbons</title><content type='html'>Ribbons are usually awareness ribbons to represent different projects &amp;amp; causes, identified by their different colours. To be honest, I was only aware of what the red, yellow &amp;amp; green ones symbolize till today(A little &lt;s&gt;dose of Wikipedia&lt;/s&gt; research). One colour may represent more than one project in various countries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;The &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;RED&lt;/span&gt; Ribbon&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you caught the recent 9 O'clock Drama on Channel 8 (Singapore), 'Bu Fan De Ai'/ By My Side, you'd know that the red ribbon is to create awareness for AIDS (Which happens to be today).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the red ribbon also represents drug abuse prevention like alcohol &amp;amp; tobacco &amp;amp; violence prevention in America, which has a National Red Ribbon Week every year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;The &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;ORANGE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Ribbon&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orange isn't so popular because it represents quite a few things, but here's some of the more well-known purposes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a more global scale, the orange ribbon is the official awareness symbol for Self Injury, Child cancer and Leukaemia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The orange ribbon is used to symbolize Addiction Recovery in Canada, and to represent racial harmony &amp;amp; universal friendship in Singapore &amp;amp; Australia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;The &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;YELLOW&lt;/span&gt; Ribbon&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one appeared on a TV commercial, so most people know that it is used to encourage people to give ex-offenders a second chance in society in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the yellow ribbon is actually to symbolize the welcoming home of a person in general, not just ex-convicts. The yellow ribbon is also used to represent the await of a kin or friend in the army in America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Support for the International Suicide Prevention Program is also represented by the yellow ribbon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;The &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;GREEN&lt;/span&gt; Ribbon&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe it or not, the green ribbon does not represent Anti-drug abuse internationally even though it looks like it is. (Because of how they seem to make the biggest fuss of this ribbon in our country's schools.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The green ribbon is actually to create awareness for enviromentalism &amp;amp; agriculture. (Not surprising)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Canada, the green ribbon represents support for the search of missing children, and other medical conditions such as Ceberal Palsy &amp;amp; Bipolar Disorder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;The &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;BLUE&lt;/span&gt; Ribbon&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue is also one of the less popular ones, and doesn't have a international representation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Japan &amp;amp; Canada, it is used to symbolize anti-smoking or secondhand smoking. The Blue Ribbon campaign in USA is against Child Abuse, &amp;amp; also to create awareness for medical conditions like colon cancer &amp;amp; gastric diseases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;The &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;PURPLE&lt;/span&gt; Ribbon&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you guessed Gay Rights, then sorry to disappoint you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Purple represents several medical conditions, such as Autism, Alzheimer's, Epilepsy and Pancreatic cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other awarenesses represented by purple are eating disorders, domestic violence &amp;amp; the celebration of cancer survival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;The &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;PINK&lt;/span&gt; Ribbon&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is also quite famous. But unlike the other ribbons, this one seems to be a symbol of only one issue - Breast cancer awareness, internationally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;The &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;WHITE&lt;/span&gt; Ribbon&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White is used to create awareness for violence against women &amp;amp; safe motherhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;The &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;BROWN&lt;/span&gt; Ribbon&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The brown ribbon is also used to represent anti-tobacco in certain places, but mainly known to create awareness of colon &amp;amp; colorectal cancer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15411291-7937447907050942117?l=ploppiedoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7937447907050942117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15411291&amp;postID=7937447907050942117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/7937447907050942117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/7937447907050942117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/2008/12/know-your-ribbons.html' title='Know Your Ribbons'/><author><name>Rozann(e)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01511553645557027072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SF504LHDO0I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/qaVpa4JbB5k/S220/Copy+of+Copy+of+IMGP0548.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15411291.post-1240147690551172484</id><published>2008-11-22T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T20:27:05.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slidey's Retirement, Supernova's Reception</title><content type='html'>It's the 22nd of November today, which means there's only 8 days left to December. AND THAT ISN'T GOOD NEWS. The first month of the holidays is almost gone! :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So anyways, I can't remember how my A Math Retest looks like already. On 11th November, the Angklung Committee threw Miss Faridah a surprise birthday party, &amp;amp; in the evening, we celebrated Jessica's birthday with a BBQ night at East Coast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SSfyFezOPMI/AAAAAAAAAWY/Xqub_OPpXeE/s1600-h/Image019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271448064841628866" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SSfyFezOPMI/AAAAAAAAAWY/Xqub_OPpXeE/s320/Image019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one fine day, Joscelin came over for our holiday baking tradition. The first batch of cookies were all burnt &amp;amp; black, but eventually they turned out okay. (Looks can be deceiving. I guarantee with my life those are not faeces in the bowl.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SSf3MLbOCfI/AAAAAAAAAWw/2s88JU1G0hY/s1600-h/IMGP2303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271453677457902066" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SSf3MLbOCfI/AAAAAAAAAWw/2s88JU1G0hY/s320/IMGP2303.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The rest of the 2 weeks were occupied with school, tuition &amp;amp; the preformance at STC's 75th Anniversary/2008 Prom &amp;amp; Homecoming Dinner. (Pictures will surface when my friends return from M'sia)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yes, I almost forgot. I just got a new phone! Well, I wasn't supposed to get one any time soon, but Slidey is in really bad shape, all thanks to my carelessness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SSf3_C01a1I/AAAAAAAAAW4/ZuTEYGxfnOY/s1600-h/IMGP2311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271454551322749778" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SSf3_C01a1I/AAAAAAAAAW4/ZuTEYGxfnOY/s320/IMGP2311.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I got a Nokia 7610 Supernova, &amp;amp; this phone is pretty cool. It has this Colourize function where you can snap a picture, and Supernova is able to detect the colours in the photo, then use it to create a theme based on them in less than a minute! Comes with two back covers, mine are red &amp;amp; black.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SSf4dmIoRHI/AAAAAAAAAXA/rYf6_mU0JlQ/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271455076197090418" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SSf4dmIoRHI/AAAAAAAAAXA/rYf6_mU0JlQ/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm really gonna miss Slidey despite knowing him for less than a year. We shared some memories, e.g. New Year's Day 2007 &amp;amp; the times it plays music out loud all of a sudden during my lessons. (Which might have caused me death but I get away by throwing my bag out of the classroom and switching it off)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, that's about it. (I know, my life is gravely mundane.) Pictures will be up on the album soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15411291-1240147690551172484?l=ploppiedoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/feeds/1240147690551172484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15411291&amp;postID=1240147690551172484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/1240147690551172484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/1240147690551172484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/2008/11/slideys-retirement-supernovas-reception.html' title='Slidey&apos;s Retirement, Supernova&apos;s Reception'/><author><name>Rozann(e)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01511553645557027072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SF504LHDO0I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/qaVpa4JbB5k/S220/Copy+of+Copy+of+IMGP0548.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SSfyFezOPMI/AAAAAAAAAWY/Xqub_OPpXeE/s72-c/Image019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15411291.post-8968563580970110452</id><published>2008-11-10T22:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T23:20:56.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For Mulas, My Greatest Enemy</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;(Pun intended in title of post.)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sin²x + cos²x = 1&lt;br /&gt;1 + cot²x = cosec²x&lt;br /&gt;1 + tan²x = sec²x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;secx = 1/cosx&lt;br /&gt;cosecx = 1/sinx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tanx = sinx/cosx&lt;br /&gt;cotx = cosx/sinx = 1/tanx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sin(A+B) = sinAcosB + cosAsinB&lt;br /&gt;cos(A+B) = cosAcosB + sinAsinB&lt;br /&gt;tan(A+B)= tanA+tanB / 1 - tanAtanB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sin2A = 2sinAcosA&lt;br /&gt;cos2A = 1 - 2sin²A = 2cos²A - 1 = cos²A - sin²B&lt;br /&gt;tan2A = 2tanA / 1 - tan²A&lt;br /&gt;(Sub. A/2 in A for 1/2 Angle Formula, A/4 for 1/a Angle Formula)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acosx + Bsinx = Rcos(x+y)Asinx + B&lt;br /&gt;cosx = Rsin(x+y)&lt;br /&gt;R = \sqrt(A²+B²)&lt;br /&gt;tanA = b/a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BOOYA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's E Math papers were surprisingly okay. I could actually complete more than one entire question this time. Mugging seems to be paying off a little! So now it's down to A Math on Friday, which is hell worse than E Math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was like putting poop in your mouth,&lt;br /&gt;Friday's like a little gargling, sprinkle nail clippings, then gulping your concoction down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love metaphors, don't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to Jessica Novia Sutrisno &amp;amp; her favourite person, Ms Faridah Jamal (Both 11th Nov) in advance! Jessica's party is tomorrow after CCA! :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will blog about current life happenings some time after tomorrow. Toodles~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15411291-8968563580970110452?l=ploppiedoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/feeds/8968563580970110452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15411291&amp;postID=8968563580970110452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/8968563580970110452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/8968563580970110452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/2008/11/for-mulas-my-greatest-enemy.html' title='For Mulas, My Greatest Enemy'/><author><name>Rozann(e)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01511553645557027072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SF504LHDO0I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/qaVpa4JbB5k/S220/Copy+of+Copy+of+IMGP0548.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15411291.post-7101170670582371971</id><published>2008-11-01T01:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T01:13:13.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween</title><content type='html'>The holidays are here! :-D It was Halloween 2 hours ago, but unfortunately, didn't get to celebrate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after last thursday's school trip to Science centre, we (Genevieve, Clarissa, Joanne &amp;amp; Tara) went to Samantha's, where Joanne &amp;amp; Gen tried their hands on mahjong for the first time. Love Samantha's room, so big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then watched High School Musical 3 on the premiere date with Joanne &amp;amp; Gen. Overall, the show was pretty okay, not disappointing &amp;amp; definitely ripped off the Disney stereotype in some parts, the acting seemed to improve a little, but one thing that really annoyed me was there was no subtitles. I don't really read it, but the screen feels a litle empty without it. Dinner at Gen's. We ended up reminiscing old Disney flicks with her Disney soundtrack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SQs6egvym_I/AAAAAAAAASQ/lUTaetNlyrY/s1600-h/Fountain_Water_Texture_2_by_FantasyStock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263364885373426674" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 296px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SQs6egvym_I/AAAAAAAAASQ/lUTaetNlyrY/s320/Fountain_Water_Texture_2_by_FantasyStock.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, we gave Swen a pre-birthday celebration with YY, Vivian, Angela, Clarissa, Kellie &amp;amp; Kellie's sister Penny. Dinner at Harbourfront's Sakae Sushi. You-don (Inside Joke) &amp;amp; Kellie's egg bread muffin cake with magic unblowable &amp;amp; singing candles. Spent the afternoon finishing YY's present &amp;amp; lunch with Ash at Vivo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SQs4zO056_I/AAAAAAAAASA/jd9eZMAEElA/s1600-h/IMGP2085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263363042317036530" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SQs4zO056_I/AAAAAAAAASA/jd9eZMAEElA/s320/IMGP2085.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday, went night fishing with the granny, brother, aunts &amp;amp; cousins at Bedok Jetty. We brought a whole load of food and a tent. Hahaha, we only successfully caught one fish. Some heartless kids caught a pufferfish and started screaming &amp;amp; kicking it around when it bloated up on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SQs5wVtG9DI/AAAAAAAAASI/YVf9ng8jUyg/s1600-h/IMGP2121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263364092135404594" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SQs5wVtG9DI/AAAAAAAAASI/YVf9ng8jUyg/s320/IMGP2121.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then spend Deepavali at East Coast Park with Jessica, Elizabeth, Valerie, Sheila &amp;amp; Hilda. Jessica &amp;amp; I decided to try the double person bike(Which we named Ryan after Ryan Gosling), and it turned out surprisingly fine. We spent the entire day talking about The Notebook &amp;amp; whistling at half-naked middle aged men strolling along the park. Then we decided to try the uneven board thing, which in my opinion, was a waste of 2 bucks. It ended up raining Dragonites &amp;amp; Snorlexes 15 minutes later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the rest of this week was mostly occupied with Angklung, with a bit of Ikea meatballs with Jeslyn &amp;amp; Valerie, 3 people mahjong with Gen &amp;amp; Clarissa &amp;amp; the most exciting bit happened on the evening of Thursday, 30th of October, with Clarissa &amp;amp; Joanne, which I will reveal later on...Say, around Christmas? ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, CCA as usual, &amp;amp; had dinner at &lt;a href="http://www.indulgz.com/index.htm"&gt;Indulgz Bistro&lt;/a&gt; with the mother &amp;amp; aunt. I really liked the Crab Chowder, you should really try it if you ever go there. And of course, there was Christin (Not sure if I spelt it right), who was very helpful in explaining the menu, impressive service. The ribeye was okay, nothing special to me, but the baby seabass was rid of its fishiness, &amp;amp; the honey garlic chicken was marinated quite well. The cheese fries was also in a pretty generous serving. 3.5/5?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit, my eyebags are emerging. Updates on the weekends &amp;amp; other plans will be scratched off this post. It's getting kinda long, and WHY WOULD YOU WANT TO KNOW WHAT I'VE BEEN DOING ANYWAY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15411291-7101170670582371971?l=ploppiedoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7101170670582371971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15411291&amp;postID=7101170670582371971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/7101170670582371971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/7101170670582371971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween'/><author><name>Rozann(e)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01511553645557027072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SF504LHDO0I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/qaVpa4JbB5k/S220/Copy+of+Copy+of+IMGP0548.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SQs6egvym_I/AAAAAAAAASQ/lUTaetNlyrY/s72-c/Fountain_Water_Texture_2_by_FantasyStock.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15411291.post-3433143014556707073</id><published>2008-10-29T18:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T18:23:34.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PMS (Not Pre-Menstrual Syndrome)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;* This entry isn't really about Pre-marital sex, but more of how people have different perceptions &amp;amp; views of things when they come from different backgrounds &amp;amp; have different experiences. PMS is just one example of how one topic can be viewed differently by a few people.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A while ago, I had this chat with a couple of friends, &lt;strong&gt;X&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Y&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;strong&gt;Z&lt;/strong&gt;, whom I've known for quite some time, and one conversation topic that really struck me was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Pre&lt;/span&gt;-marital sex. To be honest, I never really thought &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-marital sex was right but I didn't oppose it entirely in a sense that, I didn't really bother if people around me have done it or not, under legal or illegal circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So friend &lt;strong&gt;X&lt;/strong&gt;, didn't like the idea of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-marital sex as well, and linked it to the consequences like getting pregnant or any sexually transmitted diseases, the responsibilities etc, but she respected others' decisions if they wanted to before marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then friend &lt;strong&gt;Y&lt;/strong&gt;, a devout Christian, remarked that it was 'of course' wrong. She told us how much the bible has shown her and she felt like she finally understood why &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-marital sex was deemed wrong from the beginning by so many people, and that one's body is sacred &amp;amp; only meant for their one &amp;amp; only true love, &amp;amp; God watches us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend &lt;strong&gt;Z&lt;/strong&gt; laughed, &amp;amp; told us she was determined to lose her virginity before she gets married. Of course friend &lt;strong&gt;X&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;strong&gt;Y&lt;/strong&gt; were shocked and asked her why, and she questioned us. Why should we have sex with the person we are married to? How sure are you that your spouse is your true love? And what if you lose your virginity to a bastard you ended up divorcing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it occurred to me that friend &lt;strong&gt;X&lt;/strong&gt;, like me, came from a normal &amp;amp; whole family, friend &lt;strong&gt;Y&lt;/strong&gt; also came from a whole family who was baptised when she was born, &amp;amp; friend &lt;strong&gt;Z&lt;/strong&gt; was a single child who parents &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;separated&lt;/span&gt; when she was still in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;kindergarten&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend &lt;strong&gt;X &lt;/strong&gt;&amp;amp; I probably viewed sex as something only done with love &amp;amp; responsibility because it was definitely reflected in our background &amp;amp; families. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Pre&lt;/span&gt;-marital sex seemed casual and to us, shouldn't be the case. Friend &lt;strong&gt;Y&lt;/strong&gt; viewed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-marital sex as wrong because it was what she understood from the religion, &amp;amp; she felt that God has shown her that it wasn't the right thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, friend &lt;strong&gt;Z&lt;/strong&gt; made me realize that what she said was also true. How confident are you that the person you married is definitely your true love? How frequent does one feel that they're in love with a partner, then break up &amp;amp; then say "That wasn't true love"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time, perception is moulded by what you see, hear &amp;amp; feel. But for some, their perception was somehow knocked into them from what they've been made to believe, &amp;amp; sub-consciously think someone higher above is sending them a message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It often boils down to their own conscience as well. Will one really not agree to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-marital sex because they think is wrong, or because they fear punishment &amp;amp; regret?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(I'm not implying that religion is nonsense, but I feel that sometimes religion didn't choose you, but it was more of you choosing religion. Sometimes religion is like a manual to fix a table, but without the pictures the instructions are not specific, but it isn't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;necessary&lt;/span&gt; to have a 'Since it's in the manual, it should be right' mentality. Religion, to me is a whole other topic from this post.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm also not saying that marriage is not a serious matter, but sometimes some marriages run out of the love, or had only passion to start with. And having &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-marital sex with the one you feel you love may still not be actually right.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This entry is just food for thought - for myself and anyone who's reads my blog, so please don't take anything I said too seriously. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Toodles&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15411291-3433143014556707073?l=ploppiedoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/feeds/3433143014556707073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15411291&amp;postID=3433143014556707073' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/3433143014556707073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/3433143014556707073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/2008/10/pre-marital-sex-virginity.html' title='PMS (Not Pre-Menstrual Syndrome)'/><author><name>Rozann(e)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01511553645557027072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SF504LHDO0I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/qaVpa4JbB5k/S220/Copy+of+Copy+of+IMGP0548.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15411291.post-1339880337676338643</id><published>2008-10-22T23:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T23:34:55.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last School Day Of 2008 &amp; Kidnap Scams</title><content type='html'>As fast as it sounds, tomorrow is the last official school day of 2008 for me. I've been too lazy to blog until today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SP9C7P3V2AI/AAAAAAAAARY/jaBtAZIq2FQ/s1600-h/IMGP1980.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259996475430393858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SP9C7P3V2AI/AAAAAAAAARY/jaBtAZIq2FQ/s320/IMGP1980.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I went to conquer the Southern Ridges with my old friend Uncle Goh, and it was extremely exhausting yet very enjoyable. We took a wrong turn and ended up along a road, but we finished our adventure at NUH with Mr Bean :-D (I don't know why, but I've been crazy about Mr Bean Pancakes lately. The smell just makes me go nuts.) Now I'm peeling disgustingly due to sunburns.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259997221640056626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SP9DmrtlrzI/AAAAAAAAARg/JnfI4D28-iQ/s320/IMGP2016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then later in the evening, headed to Jeslyn's for the sleepover! Mahjong, Henna, Cluedo, Pizza for dinner, Sparkling Juice (If you're a good kid, you don't need alcohol to have fun!), Horrible Hide-&amp;amp;-Seek, Prank Calls, Maggi Mee with meatballs &amp;amp; Jessica's Egg-Mayo Potato Salad for supper, and a after-midnight Thai thriller to end the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SP84KadNnnI/AAAAAAAAAQo/Dvmnr7pb8Lc/s1600-h/IMGP2016.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent the morning with a little mahjong &amp;amp; I was supposed to meet Ash, but I didn't have the documents, so I didn't get to make my IC that day. So in the afternoon, we went to Valerie's to celebrate Elizabeth's birthday, and we got her the 'Hot Dogs, Hot Gals' game to fulfill her fantasies. Heehee. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then there was the 'Reach Out' Concert, to raise funds for the OCIP Cambodia project. The 4pm show was screwed up, but the 7pm show was so much better. Swen, Sim Yee &amp;amp; YY joined us during the break, and now they all can play the kulintang :-D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was my momma's birthday! Went to town with Ash to shop for her dress and my mom's birthday gift after piano. In the evening, we celebrated with dinner at Suntec's SkyGarden. Less than 10 photos, after all it was a very seafood buffet, and seafood = very hands on. Plus, they had very succulent Alaska King Crab legs. Hate me, vegan. 2nd night was dinner with the extended family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SP9E7ztAz_I/AAAAAAAAAR4/U5wPKCt_SCA/s1600-h/IMGP2051.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SP9E7ztAz_I/AAAAAAAAAR4/U5wPKCt_SCA/s1600-h/IMGP2051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259998684074004466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SP9E7ztAz_I/AAAAAAAAAR4/U5wPKCt_SCA/s320/IMGP2051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But on Monday, I finally went to make my IC with YY, and my passport photo I took there is pretty gross. After lunch we went to catch House Bunny at Plaza Singapura. Pretty hilarious, very chick flick plot, but sexual references definitely makes it a both gender film. Anna Faris played a great dumb blonde again like in The Hot Chick, and Oliver just reminds me of Tintin if he was brunette. I think it's the ears &amp;amp; hair.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SP87v06xj9I/AAAAAAAAARI/WMyei3XcM9A/s1600-h/10009235.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SP9ESx2wFMI/AAAAAAAAARo/ZBL8cUhLTkQ/s1600-h/hb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259997979203343554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SP9ESx2wFMI/AAAAAAAAARo/ZBL8cUhLTkQ/s320/hb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SP9Eb5C45-I/AAAAAAAAARw/Q9yJBoRkbks/s1600-h/10009235.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259998135752124386" style="CURSOR: hand" height="213" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SP9Eb5C45-I/AAAAAAAAARw/Q9yJBoRkbks/s320/10009235.jpg" width="303" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Hours later]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Holy mackerel, my mom just gave me something to blog about! It's quite dramatic but 100% true. &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you think this post is crappily long, just read the second half of it! It's far more interesting than my life, really.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Apparently, my mom's friend's sister encountered a kidnap scam a few days back. Some man called her &amp;amp; said they took her son and demanded a large sum of cash and of course she panicked. Worse still, she tried contacting her son with another phone but wasn't able to reach him. But she managed to contact her husband and her older son, who instructed her to stall the kidnapper by negotiating the ransom while they went to check if he was in school. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The school security guard was very not giving much hoot when they went to the school to check if he was there, and kept insisting there was no one in the school already. But they kept asking him to recall that he stayed back that day for detention in school. It took the guard a while to recall that there indeed was detention -.- &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And the creepiest part of it was that when they finally found the son, the kidnapper hung up straight away even though he was on the phone with the mom, and the dad and brother was the one who went to fetch him. Yikes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;They said the accent of the kidnapper sounded foreign and he refused to let the woman hang up the phone. Probably afraid she would call the police. And the day before the incident, my mom's friend received a call from a girl screaming Help me in Mandarin. Scary or not! The kidnapper likely watched them for a while or something, hanging up straight after they saw the boy. They went to the police but they were unable to track the kidnapper's number or location, but fortunately the boy is safely home. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, if you're reading this and you're under 18 or something, don't always feel offended when your parents want to know your whereabouts and demand for the numbers of your friends you are going out with, because it may seem all television, but things like that do happen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, enough Crime Watch. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyways, my holiday plans are totally destroyed with the upcoming retests, holiday lessons &amp;amp; assignments. However, there's a mahjong date at Samantha's after tomorrow's Science Centre school trip! According to the form, we are going to extract a jellyfish gene that makes it glow and put it into a bacteria to see it glow. Whoopeedoo. Sounds bizarre, but Science can be quite enticing sometimes :-)&lt;/p&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/15411291-1339880337676338643?l=ploppiedoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/feeds/1339880337676338643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15411291&amp;postID=1339880337676338643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/1339880337676338643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/1339880337676338643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/2008/10/last-school-day-of-2008-kidnap-scams_22.html' title='Last School Day Of 2008 &amp; Kidnap Scams'/><author><name>Rozann(e)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01511553645557027072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SF504LHDO0I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/qaVpa4JbB5k/S220/Copy+of+Copy+of+IMGP0548.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SP9C7P3V2AI/AAAAAAAAARY/jaBtAZIq2FQ/s72-c/IMGP1980.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15411291.post-4072101740438300682</id><published>2008-10-10T21:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T21:40:58.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post-Examination Crime Watch</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I OFFICIALLY BID YEAR 2008's ERUDITION FAREWELL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The remaining school weeks will be classfied under the start of 2009's.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's just a bit to update on. Firstly, my exams are finally over! Joy much! I've never had 11 mug sessions before my exams before, and for the first time ever I did so. Well, I already screwed up every paper this week, so I can't care further less about my examinations anymore. I just want to celebrate now, no point harping on it, right? :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nispy has been an emotional rollercoaster for the past few weeks, like swell, bleed, swell, bleed. But some time ago it went BOOM and currently is dead. Or at least I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was the 1st &amp;amp; 2nd Presidential &amp;amp; Vice-Presidential Debates, which I can't believe I did not update on. (I spent an hour++ of revision time watching each debate...and 90 minutes on ManUtd VS Chelsea) One is seen by people as blunt, even ruthless yet still a good reality check, and one is everything ever hoped for, precisely why you ought to slap yourself and think if it's all true, no? The debate made me look at democracy a whole new way, but Palin just made me cringe with her script.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should stick to minding my own country. Or maybe just my own beeswax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after the final paper of the year today, went to Gen's with Jessica &amp;amp; Jody. Today was unusually long &amp;amp; unrational. Here's a sample of how we brought out the inner stupidity from within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SO9YVpqPcpI/AAAAAAAAAQI/5yq3GHISiIs/s1600-h/payneindetush.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255516419148182162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SO9YVpqPcpI/AAAAAAAAAQI/5yq3GHISiIs/s320/payneindetush.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Name: Payne Indetush&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Crime: 17 charges of theft of infant product (Mainly imported Nappy Rash Cream) from local leading departmental stores &amp;amp; nappy rash cream abuse&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sentence: 3-year counselling session at 'Manage Your Impulse&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;s' Rehabilitation Centre&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SO9YgL4pIRI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/vMipCIw1bQ8/s1600-h/jes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255516600134082834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SO9YgL4pIRI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/vMipCIw1bQ8/s320/jes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Name: Ivana Hunt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Crime: Illegal poaching of wildlife then selling animal skin as winter apparel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sentence: Lifetime vegetarian-ment &amp;amp; 8 strokes of the asparagus&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SO9YqvQWYSI/AAAAAAAAAQY/LBkhG5m0qEY/s1600-h/roz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255516781427450146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SO9YqvQWYSI/AAAAAAAAAQY/LBkhG5m0qEY/s320/roz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Name: Anita Razor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Crime: Wore a fake moustache in church which resulted in laughter in Alabama&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sentence: Prohibited from places of worship in Alabama, 20-year ban from costume parties&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping this never happens again.&lt;br /&gt;(If you couldn't tell, the names are puns! Pain in the tush, I wanna hunt, &amp;amp; I need a razor. LIKE I SAID, IRRATIONAL DAY.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Monday's a holiday, and I'm hoping to make full, good use of it. Good as in, productivity of fun times a 100%. So Jeslyn's birthday sleepover is this weekend, and I can't wait. I'm so ready for karaoke, mahjong, beaching, skating &amp;amp; a whole load of other things before I welcome 2009!(In this case, the actual year itself, not the erudition period)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a final random note, Drew Seeley's voice makes my stomach tingle. Strange, but true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*PS: The moustache crime isn't fake! There is indeed such a law in Alabama, USA.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15411291-4072101740438300682?l=ploppiedoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/feeds/4072101740438300682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15411291&amp;postID=4072101740438300682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/4072101740438300682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/4072101740438300682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-officially-bid-year-2008s-erudition.html' title='Post-Examination Crime Watch'/><author><name>Rozann(e)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01511553645557027072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SF504LHDO0I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/qaVpa4JbB5k/S220/Copy+of+Copy+of+IMGP0548.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SO9YVpqPcpI/AAAAAAAAAQI/5yq3GHISiIs/s72-c/payneindetush.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15411291.post-8424688096206461166</id><published>2008-09-15T23:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T23:10:16.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone New In My Life</title><content type='html'>I don't think anyone actually cares, but I've been busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not very busy, just a little, and I just have absolutely no desire to blog these days. But since I &lt;s&gt;refuse to check my to-do list that's far more important than blogging&lt;/s&gt; have nothing to do right now, I decided to log in and do a recap of my post birthday life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, school's being school (A shitcake as usual), and if you haven't found out, there's someone new in my life recently :-)&lt;br /&gt;He's been a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gargantuan&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;part of my life. He has made me a much more SENSITIVE person then before, and believe it or not, he actually brings tears to my eyes. And it TRULY hurts to see him agitated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;..........&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet &lt;strong&gt;Nispy&lt;/strong&gt;, my EYE INFECTION. &lt;em&gt;(What did you think it was?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SM51IXF6cFI/AAAAAAAAAQA/Y3X4NxQkh_g/s1600-h/Image031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246259402431426642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SM51IXF6cFI/AAAAAAAAAQA/Y3X4NxQkh_g/s320/Image031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I can't remember why I named him Nispy, or why he's male, don't bother asking)&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you have no idea how impactful he is. People have been dubious about its origins, unwilling to believe it was caused by heatiness. And worse still, accusing me of doing some nasty things,&lt;strong&gt; WHICH I MOST CERTAINLY DIDN'T&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;And it IS painful when its swells and you accidentally touch it, and it causes me to tear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the worse part is that I have to make my IC within 2 weeks after my birthday, and I can't take my photo with a red spot on my eye!&lt;br /&gt;(If you're wondering why I'm not using the picture from my ez-link card, I can't. I can't wear my school uniform for a permanent document!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so going to a doctor tomorrow, before Nispy starts getting offspring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, exams are approaching in about less than 2 weeks! And I completely have no drive. I'm a terrible student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*PS: Happy birthday to Vivian (16th Sep) &amp;amp; Dorothea (21st Sep) in advance!&lt;br /&gt;:-D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15411291-8424688096206461166?l=ploppiedoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/feeds/8424688096206461166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15411291&amp;postID=8424688096206461166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/8424688096206461166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/8424688096206461166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/2008/09/someone-new-in-my-life.html' title='Someone New In My Life'/><author><name>Rozann(e)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01511553645557027072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SF504LHDO0I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/qaVpa4JbB5k/S220/Copy+of+Copy+of+IMGP0548.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SM51IXF6cFI/AAAAAAAAAQA/Y3X4NxQkh_g/s72-c/Image031.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15411291.post-3949828280987645158</id><published>2008-09-01T16:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T09:40:45.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Chalet!</title><content type='html'>So I'm writing from my birthday chalet, and the party's starting in a few hours! Plans so far: One night for the family, one night for the friends. (Well, my birthday's actually on Wednesday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom says hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, week's been pretty busy. And I LOST MY EZ-LINK CARD AGAIN! Like, for the 4th time. The replacement card costs me $19, excluding the extra charges for the photo I had to take and the fine! And the worse part is the fine increases along with the number of times you lose your card :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So friday was Teacher's day celebration in school, and the admin staff ruined the corners of the Council cake which Vivian's mom took till 4 am to finish, trying to squeeze it into a fridge, and they couldn't give a damn about it and told us to quoteCHILLAXunquote. Fortunately, the cake was salvaged (a bit) by Ash &amp;amp; Swen. Then there was potluck and Mother Tongue oral exams. After school was Tom Yam with Ash &amp;amp; Roanna at town! Bumped into Tara &amp;amp; Christina, headed down to Ikea for to look for Kellie's present, bumped into Dorothea &amp;amp; Shiqian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ee Dorothy &amp;amp; Choe cousins just arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then looked for Kellie's gift again during the weekends, made my new Ez-link card, then to Zero To Hero to support Bring It On Mama (B.I.O.M), who won! Christina's vocals owned, as usual, and Elizabeth, Tara &amp;amp; Isma did absolutely great! Celebrations at Holland V's Starbucks. Congratulations! (Unfortunately, no pictures)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just checked in a while ago, and sadly, have to miss Kellie's party tonight, which I'm really really sorry about. &lt;strong&gt;I'M SORRY KELLIE!&lt;/strong&gt; Hope you like your gift though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the September holidays are here, and this week's gonna be packed with the upcoming birthdays' gift shopping &amp;amp; school. Photos of Teacher's Day &amp;amp; Birthday celebrations will be up soon! Toodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15411291-3949828280987645158?l=ploppiedoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/feeds/3949828280987645158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15411291&amp;postID=3949828280987645158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/3949828280987645158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/3949828280987645158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/2008/09/birthday-chalet.html' title='Birthday Chalet!'/><author><name>Rozann(e)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01511553645557027072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SF504LHDO0I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/qaVpa4JbB5k/S220/Copy+of+Copy+of+IMGP0548.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15411291.post-4185378218176894871</id><published>2008-08-24T17:26:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T19:42:30.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TKAMB Woohoo-ness</title><content type='html'>I never recalled being so active in school after I was, I believe, primary 4. This is making me disturbingly uncooler than I already am. Warning: Long post ahead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the exams are finally over, and the results ain't too pretty, especially my Chemistry paper, probably because the night before I encountered the most annoying situation in the seven seas. Someone accused me for lying that I had my exams going on. &lt;em&gt;Bleh, who cares about what you think when I was telling the truth.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, week's been pretty busy after the exams. Piano as usual, then Ash, Adeline, Angela, YanXuan, Nadia, Diyanah, Justine and I went to Marie's ginormous sweet-smelling Victorian-ish abode to start on our TKAMB script and play. We sort of sidetracked and ended up playing Hide &amp;amp; Seek and charades. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SLGCHgtvrYI/AAAAAAAAAPA/37ZhMN8VPrs/s1600-h/Image019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238110907161095554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SLGCHgtvrYI/AAAAAAAAAPA/37ZhMN8VPrs/s320/Image019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Adeline &amp;amp; I did our observations: There are &lt;s&gt;8&lt;/s&gt; 4 microwaves altogether in the house, an air-conditioned kitchen with cable TV and 2 refrigerators, 2 living rooms, a treadmill, mini trampoline and a &lt;strong&gt;jacuzzi&lt;/strong&gt;, and 2 bedrooms of her own, one with a bathroom, plasma TV &amp;amp; microwave.) Angela accused everyone living at SS Way of being a show-off, and YanXuan &amp;amp; I shared a safety belt in a cab all the way to the MRT station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SLGFD9XL0II/AAAAAAAAAPY/BSCPgYCd1Us/s1600-h/IMG0007A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238114144666505346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SLGFD9XL0II/AAAAAAAAAPY/BSCPgYCd1Us/s320/IMG0007A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later in the evening, headed over to Bri's for some dinner gathering with Joscelin where we played in the dark and Joscelin tried to turn um, Marshy(Bridget's dog) on with stuffed toy roleplay and a striptease. They also concluded Marshy enjoys....69. Hung around till nearly midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SLGDe6kz_9I/AAAAAAAAAPI/EX4jhfhELkk/s1600-h/Image029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238112408751570898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SLGDe6kz_9I/AAAAAAAAAPI/EX4jhfhELkk/s320/Image029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SLGEK_6_E3I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/M65nuOT5HTY/s1600-h/Image023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238113166100992882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SLGEK_6_E3I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/M65nuOT5HTY/s320/Image023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was the TKAMB (To Kill A Mockingbird) play at Raffles Hotel on Sunday I went to watch for reference. It was pretty good, I enjoyed it, but the hairy underarms girl beside me didn't. Then met up with Bridget's friends, Melinda &amp;amp; Ignatius and shopped at the overpopulated Bugis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the entire week was spent on going throught exam papers and TKAMB rehearsals, and yesterday was the actual Literature Seminar at ACSI, organized by the National Gifted Branch Association or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I said gifted, I wasn't joking. The schools that participated were brainiacs from the top schools in Singapore, say RI, MGS, IJ TP, Saint Nics, Nanyang Girls and godknowswhatothergeniusinstituteswehavehere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the workshops were actually bombarded with questions by those people. They probably spoke Greek or something. (Not all of them are like that, just a few) Their obsession with LOTR and other movie trilogies were suspiciously unhealthy, including the lecturer himself. I enjoy Harry Potter &amp;amp; Star Wars too, but not to that extent. Almost everything they said had a link to Frodo's journey with the ring, Harry's fear of becoming Voldermort, or Anakin's struggles against the Dark side. Their frequency of humour was also very far from ours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Now I have every right to suspect that elite school people have a thing for mythological fables, no?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the highlight of the week was our performance! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SLGFn53v0-I/AAAAAAAAAPg/9HELIYBcfA8/s1600-h/Image020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238114762204632034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SLGFn53v0-I/AAAAAAAAAPg/9HELIYBcfA8/s320/Image020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;[Cast: Ash, Adeline, Angela, Nadia, Marie, Justine, Diyanah, Yan Xuan, Amanda &amp;amp; Me]&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA, WE TOTALLY SCREWED IT UP. Lines were fatally messed up and made no sense, and we couldn't control our laughter even at the intense scenes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Why don't you tell us the truth, man?"&lt;br /&gt;" You want me to say something?" (Moments later) "That DID happen?" (Eventually still wrong)&lt;br /&gt;" Are you okay, Mr Ewell? Oops!" *Sticks tongue out* (Taylor to Atticus)&lt;br /&gt;" &lt;s&gt;Bob Ewell&lt;/s&gt; Tom Rob, sorry, Mayella Ewell was raped by Tom Robinson." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SLGGG3cmQEI/AAAAAAAAAPo/1CxA1AIyPkY/s1600-h/Image028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238115294129832002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SLGGG3cmQEI/AAAAAAAAAPo/1CxA1AIyPkY/s320/Image028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall end off this post with a very scandalous and disgusting photo of Ash &amp;amp; I.&lt;br /&gt;Not a lot of pictures, but they will all be up on the album soon.&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned for our TKAMB play this coming week, Theresians! :-D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15411291-4185378218176894871?l=ploppiedoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/feeds/4185378218176894871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15411291&amp;postID=4185378218176894871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/4185378218176894871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/4185378218176894871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/2008/08/tkamb-woohoo-ness.html' title='TKAMB Woohoo-ness'/><author><name>Rozann(e)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01511553645557027072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SF504LHDO0I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/qaVpa4JbB5k/S220/Copy+of+Copy+of+IMGP0548.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SLGCHgtvrYI/AAAAAAAAAPA/37ZhMN8VPrs/s72-c/Image019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15411291.post-3408138257347341505</id><published>2008-08-15T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T23:23:18.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So It's A Crime To Have Crooked Teeth Now?</title><content type='html'>So far, I've screwed up 7 out of 8 papers this week, and the only paper I didn't screw up was the paper I DIDN'T STUDY FOR. Worse still, there's more papers to come next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of that, there were reports of the Chinese girl that got replaced in the Beijing Olmypics ceremony by a supposedly cuter girl who lip synched. There's only one comment I have for the ceremony coordinators.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;YOU ARE FREAKIN' SHITPIPES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, superficial pipes of stool. She's only 7 years old, and she has to face such judgement of her appearance. And imagine how she would feel when she's much older and realized she couldn't be the face at the ceremony because she was NOT CUTE ENOUGH TO BEEN SEEN BY THE WORLD TO REPRESENT THE CHINESE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, she didn't say anything about letting some other 'cuter' girl use her voice, and even said it was an honour to sing for the Olympics. &lt;strong&gt;She didn't even blame anyone she couldn't be on stage. &lt;/strong&gt;I think Yang Peiyi is a beautiful child, for accepting this ugly world's stereotypical ways with such maturity &amp;amp; grace :-)&lt;br /&gt;[Do not be mistaken. I think Miaoke is a splendid kid as well, with such talent]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they even have the cheek to say things like "The audience will understand that it's in the national interest."&lt;br /&gt;WHAT NATIONAL INTEREST? That all kids in China are flawless? That being chubby &amp;amp; crooked teeth as a kid is a crime? To percept China children as perfect little angels should be a crime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's self-centred things like this that shatter a person's self esteem. This incident just put society's discretion on a more global scale. Giving someone a distasteful glance, giving a casual remark like "You're fat" or "You're ugly" is just as agonizing. Actions so seemingingly unharmful tend to pile up into a large chunk of inferiority that appears everytime that person looks into a mirror or a fashion magazine. Finding humour in such wrong places make people suffer. It just gives them the message that society doesn't want such people around. All it takes is some thought before you make a comment on somebody or just talk about him or her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IT'S NEVER FUNNY TO MAKE FUN OF SOMEONE ON THINGS THEY CANNOT CHOOSE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their appearance, their intelligence, their race, their religion, just to name a few.&lt;br /&gt;And what do they want to know? Sometimes, a &lt;strong&gt;" What's wrong with that?"&lt;/strong&gt; is all they need to hear to be convinced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you know why there are so many bulimic people.&lt;br /&gt;Now you know why people wear braces.&lt;br /&gt;Now you know why the nipping the tucking was worth the grands.&lt;br /&gt;Now you know why people wear such thick make-up.&lt;br /&gt;Now you know why beauty consultants earn so much.&lt;br /&gt;Now you know how much your words mean to a person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh I sure was pissed. But now I'm just too tired to even re-read through my post for spelling errors, so pardon any. Hope you have a less stereotypical day tomorrow. And maybe for the rest of your life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15411291-3408138257347341505?l=ploppiedoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/feeds/3408138257347341505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15411291&amp;postID=3408138257347341505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/3408138257347341505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/3408138257347341505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/2008/08/so-its-crime-to-have-crooked-teeth-now.html' title='So It&apos;s A Crime To Have Crooked Teeth Now?'/><author><name>Rozann(e)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01511553645557027072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SF504LHDO0I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/qaVpa4JbB5k/S220/Copy+of+Copy+of+IMGP0548.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15411291.post-917393973878018974</id><published>2008-08-11T11:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T17:13:36.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Things You Don't Know About Singapore</title><content type='html'>In commemoration of National Day 2008, I decided to find out 5 things about Singapore that you probably don't bother to find out about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1: What does the MES in CHIJMES stand for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (Source: Forums of SEs)&lt;br /&gt;Most people probably know that CHIJ stands for Convent of the Holy Infant Jesus, but what about the MES?&lt;br /&gt;Well, according to research, it means....Nothing. Yes, nothing.&lt;br /&gt;It is believed to a pun of the word "chimes", as the CHIJ Chapel is Catholic, and most Catholic place have bells. (I decided to remove the word "church")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2: What is Sentosa, REALLY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (Source: Wikipedia)&lt;br /&gt;Sentosa is actually a Malay word, which basically means that Sentosa is the island of peace and tranquility. But did you know that Sentosa was originally called &lt;u&gt;Pulau Blakang Mati&lt;/u&gt;(...Island of Death from behind.)? No one really knows how the name came about, but there were a few possibilities found on Wikipedia:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt; Outbreak of a sudden disease, later found out to be malaria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt; The piracy on the island&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- &lt;/strong&gt;Where the warrior spirits were buried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt; Soil wasn't fertile there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3: Where does MM Lee stay?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(Source: Somewhere over the rainbow) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know exactly where, and I don't think you can actually google it, but research shows that he lives in an area of Singapore that cannot be found on any official map, and has a long road in, which is disguised as a secured blocked off road, and if you ever encounter that road,there would be people there to stop you and ask you to make a U-turn.&lt;br /&gt;Another source says it's somewhere near Botannical Gardens because erm, MM Lee is believed to have be seen there jogging a couple of times?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(However, none of these are proven to be true, so please don't go around trespassing guarded dead ends to find your Minister Mentor.)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4: How old can Singaporeans get?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(Source: Stomp)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty old. The oldest Singaporean was Yam Karicho, originally from Indonesia, who died at the age of 114 YEARS OLD in 1977. That's probably twice as old as your grandparents or something. &lt;div&gt;Update: Someone else broke the record: Richard Teo at 2.06m!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5: How tall can Singaporeans get?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(Source: Stomp)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asians aren't really known for being very tall, but the tallest Singaporean man is Hardip Singh at &lt;u&gt;2.02 metres&lt;/u&gt;! And the tallest Singapore woman is Stella Tan, at 1.84 metres. Hahaha, no wonder they have websites like &lt;a href="http://www.tallpeople.org/"&gt;THIS&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heehee, happy national day! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ndp.org.sg/"&gt;http://www.ndp.org.sg/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*PS: Apparently, some Frodo-loving-Singaporean-Robin-Hood visited my blog and pointed out &lt;s&gt;critically&lt;/s&gt; that there were mistakes in my entry. I shall respond.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1: The CHIJ &lt;u&gt;IS&lt;/u&gt; Roman Catholic based, and CHIJMES started off as a Catholic convent &amp;amp; nunnery, eventually turning into a chapel. So, maybe when it turned into a Chapel, it also changed it's religion as well? Perhaps its now Methodist or Presbyterian???&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2: Then I don't understand why you had to state that down. To show me most of my points have a problem when you actually have...NOTHING TO FIND FAULT WITH THIS ONE?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3: This is probably the only point that did not carry a hint of criticism and even was informative. Thanks for sparing one point! However, this point did not come from Stomp like you stated, please do not assume it was.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4/5: If you want me to be really precise about my source, the information was taken of Stomp's website, not from a public member of the forum, but the Straits Times team. They also credited the official Singapore's Book Of Records, which means points 4 &amp;amp; 5 are definitely reliable. (There is an update for point 4)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Answered all your questions, Sir. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In my opinion, your tone was pretty harsh in your comment.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maybe this picture could lighten your mood :-)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SJ-sid8ZPaI/AAAAAAAAAO4/Tfi_TAQ6JHM/s1600-h/WowFrodo-Claudiaa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233091000181276066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SJ-sid8ZPaI/AAAAAAAAAO4/Tfi_TAQ6JHM/s320/WowFrodo-Claudiaa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15411291-917393973878018974?l=ploppiedoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/feeds/917393973878018974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15411291&amp;postID=917393973878018974' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/917393973878018974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/917393973878018974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/2008/08/5-things-you-dont-know-about-singapore.html' title='5 Things You Don&apos;t Know About Singapore'/><author><name>Rozann(e)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01511553645557027072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SF504LHDO0I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/qaVpa4JbB5k/S220/Copy+of+Copy+of+IMGP0548.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SJ-sid8ZPaI/AAAAAAAAAO4/Tfi_TAQ6JHM/s72-c/WowFrodo-Claudiaa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15411291.post-6458891667306862165</id><published>2008-07-26T23:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T22:43:06.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'>July 2008</title><content type='html'>Blog's becoming ancient!!! I've been extremely busy this month, and all my weekends were occupied(including this one), so this entry is to sum up what I've been up to this July!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there was my piano exams, which I screwed up, as usual. Then I SOMEHOW got involved in the school's inter-class debates, which consisted 5 teams from our school, and 1 team each from Queenstown &amp;amp; Outram. To put it in a nicer way, we managed to survive till the semi-finals.&lt;br /&gt;(Then there was youth day, which I updated about below)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First weekend was occupied with the usual, and I SOMEHOW got involved in our School's Science Fiesta banner painting. 2nd weekend: Went to meet Ash after piano to get the materials, from Chinatown to Town, then headed to CCK for my brother's 19th advanced celebration dinner at Cafe Cartel. Family gathered at my place for cake &amp;amp; photos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SIyBWSaH12I/AAAAAAAAAOg/3RMSqeaL41o/s1600-h/Image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227695487368812386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SIyBWSaH12I/AAAAAAAAAOg/3RMSqeaL41o/s320/Image003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SIyGLnVo2ZI/AAAAAAAAAOo/LtvSPykibo0/s1600-h/IMGP1608.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227700801566726546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SIyGLnVo2ZI/AAAAAAAAAOo/LtvSPykibo0/s320/IMGP1608.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed back after school for the entire 3rd week to get the banner done, plus debates' preparation. 3rd weekend: I SOMEHOW decided to join Fun On Foot 2008! Singapore heritage, amazing race style. Ash, Shien Ling, Kellee &amp;amp; I were the last team to finish the race. Literally! When we arrived, they gave us our goodie bags and certificates, and the team right behind us was disqualified! Then headed south to get Ash's birthday gift with Shien Ling &amp;amp; Tin Wei, which when we were caught by the birthday girl-to-be -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was my dental appointment, which I went with Ash &amp;amp; a super heavy late lunch at Ikea. And completed our history video filming (I played a Jew :-D)&lt;br /&gt;The 25th was the highlight of the month! We finally learnt how to play Jamu &amp;amp; Ginseng on the Kulintang(Angklung related), then went to Jessica's and to town to celebrate Ash's birthday at Fish &amp;amp; Co with Ash, Swen, Tin Wei, Shien Ling, Kellie &amp;amp; Clarissa. Went to meet Joscelin, Genevieve &amp;amp; Jody and headed for the Night Fest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today was our first session of CurL at NTU! It was a fun day with ended off the DIY mosaic tiling! Mine's supposed to be a heart, which turned out nothing quite like one. We'll be tiling the mural next Sunday at Hort Park, and in the evening, Saturday's Pre-National Day celebration Angklung performance! Oh yes, and did I mention that our exams are 2 WEEKS AWAY??? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SIyJMETlL2I/AAAAAAAAAOw/ayWKvv1Ic4w/s1600-h/Image013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227704107877609314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SIyJMETlL2I/AAAAAAAAAOw/ayWKvv1Ic4w/s320/Image013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(All Photos will be up on the album: Fun On Foot 08, History Film: Behind The Scenes, Ash's 15th, Night Fest 08 and CurL: NTU)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*PS: In case you're wondering, Kelly, Kellee &amp;amp; Kellie are 3 different people! It's not my fault I know 3!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15411291-6458891667306862165?l=ploppiedoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/feeds/6458891667306862165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15411291&amp;postID=6458891667306862165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/6458891667306862165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/6458891667306862165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/2008/07/july-2008.html' title='July 2008'/><author><name>Rozann(e)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01511553645557027072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SF504LHDO0I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/qaVpa4JbB5k/S220/Copy+of+Copy+of+IMGP0548.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SIyBWSaH12I/AAAAAAAAAOg/3RMSqeaL41o/s72-c/Image003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15411291.post-3473583538478301291</id><published>2008-07-08T21:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T21:41:51.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bin Laden Buying Over Newcastle???</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was Youth Day (school holiday!), spent the afternoon at Christina's with YY and Kelly for school stuff, then headed over to Vivo to catch the movie &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/21_(2008_film)"&gt;'21'&lt;/a&gt; with Joanne. I must say, last minute decision, but it was pretty worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SHNtX5u_KWI/AAAAAAAAANw/iMVBMOPmVTo/s1600-h/10009192.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220636650454853986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SHNtX5u_KWI/AAAAAAAAANw/iMVBMOPmVTo/s320/10009192.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really liked the plot, cos' it was based on a true story. The acting was okay, but not incredible. However, it's not as good as the real story itself, which I checked up on. The characters were pretty vague too, no personality, just popped up from nowhere. I don't think it will appeal to people like it did to me(Um, poor math student), there was a lot of 'simple math' and 'card counting', not what people expect from a casino film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;I'm not into soccer politics, but believe it or not, the &lt;strong&gt;Bin Laden family is bidding for Newcastle&lt;/strong&gt;! Bakr Bin Laden, Osama's half brother, is reportedly planning to buy the club for around £300 million (Approximately &lt;strong&gt;S$807,807,898&lt;/strong&gt;!!!), and is supposedly considering to re-renovate St. James Park to make space for a new hotel, luxury flats &amp;amp; conference room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thisislondon.co.uk/sport/article-23510527-details/EXCLUSIVE:+Bin+Laden+family+in+bid+for+Newcastle/article.do"&gt;http://www.thisislondon.co.uk/sport/article-23510527-details/EXCLUSIVE:+Bin+Laden+family+in+bid+for+Newcastle/article.do&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15411291-3473583538478301291?l=ploppiedoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/feeds/3473583538478301291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15411291&amp;postID=3473583538478301291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/3473583538478301291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/3473583538478301291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/2008/07/bin-laden-buying-over-newcastle.html' title='Bin Laden Buying Over Newcastle???'/><author><name>Rozann(e)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01511553645557027072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SF504LHDO0I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/qaVpa4JbB5k/S220/Copy+of+Copy+of+IMGP0548.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SHNtX5u_KWI/AAAAAAAAANw/iMVBMOPmVTo/s72-c/10009192.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15411291.post-9173713234969852778</id><published>2008-07-06T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T20:02:00.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vegetable Zodiac: Year Of The Potato</title><content type='html'>That's right! And you're living in it! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recently I found out that 3 out of 5 people I talk to do not know that 2008 is the year of the Potato. And eating a lot of curry puffs. And hence, I shall dedicate this post to this wonderful tuberous root vegetable, with a capital P. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's almost impossible to have not eaten a Potato in your entire life. The Potato is so versatile, it can be seen almost everywhere and you probably eat it subconsciously everyday.Rice has been stealing so much limelight from it, and finally rice is getting scarce (HAHAHA). Now we should all make an effort to bring the potato back on the road of glory! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On World Food Day, the United Nations officially marked 2008 as the year of the Potato, naming it the Food Of The Future. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Potatoes are carbohydrates, protein, dietary fibre, iron, calcium vitamin B6 &amp;amp; C water, and MORE all into one! And the best part, only &lt;u&gt;0.1 gram of fat&lt;/u&gt; in an average potato! HOW CAN ANYONE RESIST A SPUD!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know, maybe there should be a vegetable zodiac or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SHBMeJo2-vI/AAAAAAAAANQ/_R8I7mXSLJA/s1600-h/zodiac.+jpg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219756048989485810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SHBMeJo2-vI/AAAAAAAAANQ/_R8I7mXSLJA/s400/zodiac.+jpg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;People born in the year of the potato (a.k.a Potators) tend to be more than meets the eye. They have way much more beneath their dull appearances(Say, most of the nutrients of a potato are right beneath the skin! That's why Caucasians do not peel their spuds!) Potators are also very productive, career wise and life wise.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SHBmXADWp-I/AAAAAAAAANY/OjMAbwwPpiM/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219784513459496930" style="WIDTH: 197px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 201px" height="206" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SHBmXADWp-I/AAAAAAAAANY/OjMAbwwPpiM/s320/untitled.bmp" width="203" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SHBphW4JZyI/AAAAAAAAANo/tC4S1xXmuag/s1600-h/a.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219787989920081698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SHBphW4JZyI/AAAAAAAAANo/tC4S1xXmuag/s200/a.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Year Of The Potato: Good things may be sprouting in your life, but you will encounter some starchy situations towards the end of the year. Spend more time with your family(Sweet potato and the little sprouts). Your characters will clash with those from the year of the Tomato and there will be conflict. (e.g. Similarity of the name)&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can dream, can't I? (Plus, I was really bored.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For more information: &lt;a href="http://www.potato2008.org/"&gt;http://www.potato2008.org/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Pray for peace and grace and spiritual food,For wisdom and guidance, for all these are good,but don't forget the potatoes.” &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;- John Tyler Pettee&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15411291-9173713234969852778?l=ploppiedoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/feeds/9173713234969852778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15411291&amp;postID=9173713234969852778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/9173713234969852778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/9173713234969852778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/2008/07/vegetable-zodiac-year-of-potato_06.html' title='Vegetable Zodiac: Year Of The Potato'/><author><name>Rozann(e)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01511553645557027072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SF504LHDO0I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/qaVpa4JbB5k/S220/Copy+of+Copy+of+IMGP0548.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SHBMeJo2-vI/AAAAAAAAANQ/_R8I7mXSLJA/s72-c/zodiac.+jpg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15411291.post-761942085862373172</id><published>2008-06-25T21:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T21:34:24.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY BLOG JUST GOT GLOBALIZED!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;MY BLOG JUST GOT GLOBALIZED!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just came home after a long first day of school after a month's break. So I switched on the computer, decided to check out my blog, and look what I found!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Links for bigger pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i205.photobucket.com/albums/bb106/elasticbob/IMGP1585.jpg"&gt;http://i205.photobucket.com/albums/bb106/elasticbob/IMGP1585.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i205.photobucket.com/albums/bb106/elasticbob/IMGP1572.jpg"&gt;http://i205.photobucket.com/albums/bb106/elasticbob/IMGP1572.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i205.photobucket.com/albums/bb106/elasticbob/IMGP1577.jpg"&gt;http://i205.photobucket.com/albums/bb106/elasticbob/IMGP1577.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i205.photobucket.com/albums/bb106/elasticbob/IMGP1566.jpg"&gt;http://i205.photobucket.com/albums/bb106/elasticbob/IMGP1566.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i205.photobucket.com/albums/bb106/elasticbob/IMGP1542.jpg"&gt;http://i205.photobucket.com/albums/bb106/elasticbob/IMGP1542.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25/6'S VISITORS:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore, United States(Can't be seen), Canada, Taiwan, India, Dominican Republic, United Kingdom &amp;amp; Hong Kong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215810184088718050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SGJHulZ5CuI/AAAAAAAAAKc/Ww1GnDpvlXA/s400/IMGP1585.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24/6'S VISITORS:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore, United States, Australia, Malaysia, India, Slovenia, United Kingdom, Philippines, Argentina &amp;amp; Spain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215439258082748098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SGD2X2WmJsI/AAAAAAAAAKM/wo-8fvblSKw/s400/IMGP1572.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215439268907304290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SGD2YerXxWI/AAAAAAAAAKU/f2L2b11hG24/s400/IMGP1577.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23/6'S VISITORS:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore(On top, cannot be seen), United States, India, Australia, United Kingdom, Indonesia, Venezuela &amp;amp; Philippines &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215065095840477762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SF-iEvYcMkI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/Hd4AJif9PZ4/s400/IMGP1566.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LAST WEEK'S VISITORS:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore, Australia, United States, Indonesia, China, Serbia &amp;amp; Montenegro(How on earth did you find me?) &amp;amp; Malaysia &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215065716010364178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SF-io1sdrRI/AAAAAAAAAKE/0wnzgS6IY1o/s400/IMGP1543.JPG" border="0" /&gt;It's funny how the 'today' visitors don't appear on the 'this week' list. But I have to be honest, I don't have a lot of visitors! Which is why my blog has only managed to make a meager ** cents on Nuffnang! Sigh, guess everyone has to start somewhere, right?? &lt;em&gt;(**Obviously too ashamed to reveal the actual amount)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;..................................................&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Unintended Pun Of The Month&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend, K, just announced that he is dating someone (for the first time in his life), and revealed that he confessed to his girlfriend and shared their first kiss at a church's collumbarium.&lt;br /&gt;Friend B commented: "Oh, so you went to a collumbarium to profess your undying love for her is it?" -.-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15411291-761942085862373172?l=ploppiedoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/feeds/761942085862373172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15411291&amp;postID=761942085862373172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/761942085862373172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/761942085862373172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-blog-got-globalized-in-day.html' title='MY BLOG JUST GOT GLOBALIZED!!!'/><author><name>Rozann(e)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01511553645557027072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SF504LHDO0I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/qaVpa4JbB5k/S220/Copy+of+Copy+of+IMGP0548.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SGJHulZ5CuI/AAAAAAAAAKc/Ww1GnDpvlXA/s72-c/IMGP1585.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15411291.post-8176405393811636367</id><published>2008-06-22T14:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T14:42:14.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese Stars &amp; Their English Names</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;3RD POST OF THE DAY!!! Check out first 2 below.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever wondered how the Mandarin stars of today, come up with their English names?&lt;br /&gt;(I have to state that I am not poking fun at Mandopop culture. In fact, I enjoy it. This post is just a casual statement, no need to feel offended for your favourite singer!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taiwanese boyband 5566 once mentioned that they named their band 5566 as it was in numbers, not a language so people of different countries could recognize them. Numbers is indirectly a Universal language, therefore their company intelligently came up with the idea of naming their band with numbers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same concept lies with English names. English is an official global language, and probably the language that is known to the most people. As the "largest" language in the world, people tend to understand better with a common speech. Therefore, many celebrities create English names for themselves to last an impression on the masses and making it easier to refer to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And obviously, to create a deep impression, the chosen name has to be of course, impressionable as well. And to create an impression, your name has to be something uncommon(Clearly Tom Dick &amp;amp; Harry isn't the best choice), even special, or better still, so unique it's not even an official name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's all kinds of names. We have stars naming themselves after all kinds of non-living things :&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ocean_Ou"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OCEAN &lt;/strong&gt;Ou De Yang&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yoga_Lin"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOGA&lt;/strong&gt; Lin You Jia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chew_Sin_Huey"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SING&lt;/strong&gt; Shi Xin Hui &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jam_Xiao"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JAM &lt;/strong&gt;Hsiao Jing Teng&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Show_Luo"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SHOW&lt;/strong&gt; Luo Zhi Xiang&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Zax_Wang"&gt;ZAX &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Zax_Wang"&gt;Wang Ren Fu&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even after living things :&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fish_Leong"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FISH&lt;/strong&gt; Liang Jing Ru&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And some who never existed in the English language! :&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aska_Yang"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ASKA&lt;/strong&gt; Yang Zong Wei&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jiro_Wang"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JIRO&lt;/strong&gt; Wang Dong Cheng&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hebe_Tian"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HEBE&lt;/strong&gt; Tian Fu Zhen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess no matter how strange it may sound or spell, or how they thought of such a name, at least they put in effort to create an impression to their audience. Besides, they all speak another universal language, music &amp;amp; drama. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15411291-8176405393811636367?l=ploppiedoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/feeds/8176405393811636367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15411291&amp;postID=8176405393811636367' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/8176405393811636367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/8176405393811636367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/2008/06/chinese-stars-their-english-names.html' title='Chinese Stars &amp; Their English Names'/><author><name>Rozann(e)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01511553645557027072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SF504LHDO0I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/qaVpa4JbB5k/S220/Copy+of+Copy+of+IMGP0548.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15411291.post-6173000962892004233</id><published>2008-06-22T00:08:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T22:20:56.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Week Of June</title><content type='html'>I am challenging myself right now. I'm trying to blog and at the same time, step on the ants who found their way under my desk. Yes yes, I am a cruel and heartless beast who doesn't cherish the wonderful gift of Life and committing a mass murder. (Get off my back, I can't think of any other way to get rid of them. Can you?)&lt;br /&gt;It's been a pretty busy last week of the holidays. Which somehow made me semi-nocturnal although it's supposed to be the other way round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Monday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oral examinations! Like everyone else I screwed up. My topic was about some enviromental conservation. I should have just mentioned that "mountains evoke me", as quoted from my examiner Miss E some time ago. We could have had a common topic.&lt;br /&gt;Angklung symphosium day one! Really hated the ice breakers, but everything else that day went fine. I can't stand ice breakers. (You know what, I should really do a individual entry on how ice breakers should be improved or banned forever.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Pictures:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://stc-angklung.livejournal.com/1730.html#cutid1"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://stc-angklung.livejournal.com/1730.html#cutid1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tuesday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angklung symphosum day 2! It lasted for the entire day, which ended off with the concert. Joscelin appeared by surprise and even brought muffins. It ended pretty late, and the location in my opinion sucked. Took a long way home, &amp;amp; almost missed the last train with Jos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Wednesday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIP at SGH with Genevieve, Joanne &amp;amp; Jody. We were transferred to the retail department, and almost died. But time went by, everything didn't look so bleak, and we learnt a huge lesson :) Lunch break was a pain. We ended up with hotdogs at the backseats.&lt;br /&gt;Blog article feature! The family returned home shocked. They doubted my writing ability -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Thursday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dental appointment after Godknowshowlong. I left my card at reception and had to travel back to the hospital twice. Upsetting enough, the shuttle service took 15 minutes per trip and the 2nd trip happened to be during the driver's break. I took more than an hour to get to the nearest train station :-(&lt;br /&gt;HT's birthday. Someone became all lean &amp;amp; muscular, but couldn't lose the double chin! Dinner at Spizza, then took a cable car ride around Mt Faber. Spent the rest of the night hanging around The Jewel Box. Live music, onion rings, and one gorgeous restroom! &lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Picture blurred to protect identity of individuals&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SGJSzU2q9zI/AAAAAAAAAL4/bpsaMRqsprc/s1600-h/IMGP1551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215822360173279026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SGJSzU2q9zI/AAAAAAAAAL4/bpsaMRqsprc/s200/IMGP1551.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Carrot in a cable car&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SGJRga-0_VI/AAAAAAAAALs/bJfCJKI4VkA/s1600-h/IMGP1544.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215820935888960850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SGJRga-0_VI/AAAAAAAAALs/bJfCJKI4VkA/s200/IMGP1544.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;Friday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIP at SGH again. They had a surprise fire drill, and we had to evacuate with the staff -.- Then whole day of admin. Suddenly Mona &amp;amp; Joscelin appeared (Cow, you need to stop doing that.) from nowhere, and we ended the day with the last few hours at the pharmacy.&lt;br /&gt;Tuition in the evening till late night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Saturday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, piano in the afternoon. Then met Joscelin again and tried to bake. First semi-tart-semi-cookie(I'll call it a tookie) batch turned out rock hard. Genevieve's BBQ was postponed, and we spent the evening alamaking(Pissing people off on some online chatroom)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Unappealing but edible tookies&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SGJPFqGlWPI/AAAAAAAAALE/r6DXHIHjqqs/s1600-h/IMGP1557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215818277068298482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SGJPFqGlWPI/AAAAAAAAALE/r6DXHIHjqqs/s200/IMGP1557.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tay tries a tookie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SGJPGXm7CxI/AAAAAAAAALM/YUkryNQT3HQ/s1600-h/IMGP1560.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215818289283533586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SGJPGXm7CxI/AAAAAAAAALM/YUkryNQT3HQ/s200/IMGP1560.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Phua tries a tookie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SGJQLrejR2I/AAAAAAAAALU/3TdjVgsiUZ0/s1600-h/IMGP1561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215819480028104546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SGJQLrejR2I/AAAAAAAAALU/3TdjVgsiUZ0/s200/IMGP1561.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tay's attempt to look like Undertaker (Ooh, scary eyes)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SGJQMLKsaPI/AAAAAAAAALc/7UM8-vm6hhs/s1600-h/IMGP1558.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215819488534751474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SGJQMLKsaPI/AAAAAAAAALc/7UM8-vm6hhs/s200/IMGP1558.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Half-chewed tookie from the 2nd batch&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SGJRf9mq6TI/AAAAAAAAALk/ZeT5rTDDsxw/s1600-h/IMGP1564.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215820928003008818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SGJRf9mq6TI/AAAAAAAAALk/ZeT5rTDDsxw/s200/IMGP1564.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;So it's Sunday, also the last day of the holidays. I've got less then 24 hours to catch up on my schoolwork, and reset my circadian rhythm back to normal. And for the first time in 2 months or so, I shall say this again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I HATE SCHOOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15411291-6173000962892004233?l=ploppiedoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/feeds/6173000962892004233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15411291&amp;postID=6173000962892004233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/6173000962892004233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/6173000962892004233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/2008/06/last-week-of-june.html' title='Last Week Of June'/><author><name>Rozann(e)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01511553645557027072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SF504LHDO0I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/qaVpa4JbB5k/S220/Copy+of+Copy+of+IMGP0548.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SGJSzU2q9zI/AAAAAAAAAL4/bpsaMRqsprc/s72-c/IMGP1551.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15411291.post-2814055385131052800</id><published>2008-06-22T00:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T01:43:29.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>True Blue Kiasu</title><content type='html'>You're probably gonna think I'm fabricating what I'm about to say, but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;IT'S TRUE! I WRITE ABOUT CURRENT AFFAIRS ALL THE TIME!!!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this case, type about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really! I'd jot down what I want to say on some old receipt or unwanted serviet then move all of that into faithful ol' Microsoft notepad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now you're probably wondering why I never publicize them.&lt;br /&gt;(Haha, paranoia is making me consider the accusations that might be fired at me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer's right in your face - I'm &lt;strong&gt;SINGAPOREAN&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;(Not suggesting all SG people have this mentality...Just most of us. And I'm not implying that "better safe than sorry" is a bad thing!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my mom would be repeating how recent netizens blog about so called 'current affairs' and get charged,and it would impel me to keep my opinions to myself if i wanted to avoid a mug shot.(Have you seen one of those? They make your favourite star look like a thirsty horse. Absolutely hideous!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have went through and completely hidden my deemed "sensitive" entries! For 0% chance of it ever being read by anyone(E.g. Me SOMEHOW accidentally clicking the Publish Post button, and within that 2 minutes of deleting time, someone sees it and considers it illicit, then throws me into jail) I have even deleted them from my Blogger drafts! I DON'T WANT TO LOOK LIKE A THIRSTY HORSE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What more can I say. I'm a true blue kiasu.&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;Hey, that's actually pretty catchy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anyways, in commemoration of my BOTDA(Teehee), I decided to dedicate my time to bring you &lt;u&gt;3 posts in ONE day&lt;/u&gt;! But the posts would probably be totally prosaic and unworthy of reading unless there's time to be killed. Nothing currentaffair-ish, just personal entries. Hope you don't die of boredom.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15411291-2814055385131052800?l=ploppiedoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/feeds/2814055385131052800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15411291&amp;postID=2814055385131052800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/2814055385131052800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/2814055385131052800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/2008/06/true-blue-kiasu.html' title='True Blue Kiasu'/><author><name>Rozann(e)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01511553645557027072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SF504LHDO0I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/qaVpa4JbB5k/S220/Copy+of+Copy+of+IMGP0548.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15411291.post-6613570265050546045</id><published>2008-06-13T15:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T21:33:42.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Singapore Suspends Military PT After Deaths</title><content type='html'>SAF has prompted a time-out of physical training for 3 days after the deaths of 2 recruits this week. My condolences to the two young men. So, who can we blame?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The generation of today definitely cannot compare to the one in the olden days. People could withstand the supposed 'poorer living conditions'. However there is no solid proof that the temperature was intense to the extent of causing majority of recruits' deaths, but evidently the people of the present are not as resilient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's the 'evil superior' theory. Surely they are the over zealous commandos who compare training intensity of their own to the current and feel that NS became chicken feet. It's like the incident where teachers are not allowed to hit students in school; times have changed, the way people view the seriousness of punishment or the intensity of military training are also different now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, there is the concern of whether the government medical screening is thorough. Many people believe that the checkups are not meticulous enough, and procedures are just being breezed through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;As For Now&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, you can blame the government all you want, but improvement comes with a price. It's funny how some people demand improvement yet refusing to pay more. So while pressurizing them to upgrade their dubious medical screening standards, why not pay a little more/do extra checkups if you don't trust the government.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, no one said NS was going to be easy. As for the weather and living conditions issue, enlisting men should go prepare themselves physically and mentally. And Mindef should really be stepping up on their investigations. This is not the first time a soldier suddenly collapses during training. I say,if you can't get the government to move(faster), then start moving yourself lah. If both are stuck like buffalos you shouldn't expect anything to happen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15411291-6613570265050546045?l=ploppiedoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/feeds/6613570265050546045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15411291&amp;postID=6613570265050546045' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/6613570265050546045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/6613570265050546045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/2008/06/singapore-suspends-military-pt-after.html' title='Singapore Suspends Military PT After Deaths'/><author><name>Rozann(e)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01511553645557027072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SF504LHDO0I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/qaVpa4JbB5k/S220/Copy+of+Copy+of+IMGP0548.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15411291.post-3447683302745473347</id><published>2008-06-12T18:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T18:34:27.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mei Shi Mei Shi (Part 2)</title><content type='html'>Back from Hainan!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just arrived home yesterday. HN was pretty fun. First two days were spent with loaded Chinese bosses/business partners of the host, who paid for our stay in Sanya at some grand hotel with huge rooms and your own outdoor hot tub! Shiok or not! Plus, seafood chows with ice wine and a cocktail night at Paulaner's. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210935104920813586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SFD13oRrABI/AAAAAAAAAIo/L2jGznrPSjk/s320/IMGP1393.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210936105770934482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SFD2x4u74NI/AAAAAAAAAIw/gkDdkkvvjsY/s320/IMGP1426.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Then travelled back to Haikou for more seafood and shopping. We saw a&lt;strong&gt; double rainbow&lt;/strong&gt;! The cab driver told us he had never seen anything like that over there before. There was literally two in the sky, but one was too faint to be clear on camera. Probably a reflection or something. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210937305947963954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SFD33vvcAjI/AAAAAAAAAI4/gxzOxaFrF3o/s320/IMGP1497.JPG" border="0" /&gt;And our last night in town was KTV &amp;amp; Mambo night! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210940009727430146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SFD6VIGsjgI/AAAAAAAAAJI/GDmecXHCsQY/s320/IMGP1518.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210938780554921554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SFD5NlFIhlI/AAAAAAAAAJA/8hAOB9glM-o/s320/IMGP1528.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Our trip ended with the moms somehow meeting another Theresian's mom in some obscure part of Hainan. She overheard them talking and asked if they were Singaporean and then had lunch together. Later on they discovered that her daughter was also studying in our school. Strangely yet absolutely coincidental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I should really be putting up the old Hainan pictures already. They've been stuck in the memory card for almost a year. Anyways, new photos are already up on the album! Shalom ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15411291-3447683302745473347?l=ploppiedoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/feeds/3447683302745473347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15411291&amp;postID=3447683302745473347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/3447683302745473347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/3447683302745473347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/2008/06/mei-shi-mei-shi-part-2.html' title='Mei Shi Mei Shi (Part 2)'/><author><name>Rozann(e)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01511553645557027072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SF504LHDO0I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/qaVpa4JbB5k/S220/Copy+of+Copy+of+IMGP0548.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SFD13oRrABI/AAAAAAAAAIo/L2jGznrPSjk/s72-c/IMGP1393.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15411291.post-3708352096801899133</id><published>2008-05-30T18:02:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T22:27:19.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like A Finch</title><content type='html'>Time flies like a finch. Teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's already the end of May! So first quarter of my holidays was occupied mainly by school, plus a day of Pie at Tin Wei's with Ash and a day with Joscelin. This year's going so fast but my life's still mundane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So here I am, sitting here in the house watching The OC and eating pancakes. Anyways, the Angklung Symphosium will be on the 16th &amp;amp; 17th, after the oral examinations, and I'll be leaving for Hainan (again) on the 6th. [Note to Wan Ni: I am not RETURNING to China.]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You know, since I've got so much time on my hands, I should probably start with the holiday assignments. Right, who am I kidding. :-D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Bis bald, folks. (That's German.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;就算我们之间有什么问题&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;依然想念着你&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15411291-3708352096801899133?l=ploppiedoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/feeds/3708352096801899133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15411291&amp;postID=3708352096801899133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/3708352096801899133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/3708352096801899133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/2008/05/like-finch.html' title='Like A Finch'/><author><name>Rozann(e)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01511553645557027072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SF504LHDO0I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/qaVpa4JbB5k/S220/Copy+of+Copy+of+IMGP0548.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15411291.post-3808364307166923134</id><published>2008-05-22T05:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T15:57:15.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'>By Far My Favourite Soccer Moment In History</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I am bloody proud to announce that Man Utd has just &lt;strong&gt;won the UEFA CHAMPIONS LEAGUE and are now DOUBLE CHAMPIONS of 2007/08&lt;/strong&gt;!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Which also tells you that &lt;strong&gt;Man Utd is the BEST IN ENGLAND and EUROPE&lt;/strong&gt;!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I watched both full matches including the trophy ceremony for the first time in my life!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Chelsea was definitely a great opponent though. Man Utd totally keylonged for the second half. Bet it was bookie issues. But anyhow, we won! Glory glory Man United!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15411291-3808364307166923134?l=ploppiedoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/feeds/3808364307166923134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15411291&amp;postID=3808364307166923134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/3808364307166923134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/3808364307166923134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/2008/05/by-far-my-favourite-soccer-moment-in.html' title='By Far My Favourite Soccer Moment In History'/><author><name>Rozann(e)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01511553645557027072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SF504LHDO0I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/qaVpa4JbB5k/S220/Copy+of+Copy+of+IMGP0548.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15411291.post-2211253114375151365</id><published>2008-05-16T19:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T19:27:06.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Alive</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;YES, I have returned, after several blogless weeks. &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Excluding the Nargis post. That one was just a political rage issue. God bless China too.)&lt;br /&gt;And thank you for the concerned e-mails questioning the continuity of my online journal. Yes, it is still functioning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few events on my calendar was B&amp;amp;J's Free Cone Day, Thai food day #1, pre-Mother's day karaoke-chocolate-pool celebrations, Mother's day shopping with Ash/Thai food day #2, the SA1 exams, and marking day madness.&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of my SA1s, I failed with flying colours. Fortunately not all subjects. I mean, my algebra is W-E-A-K.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my favourite moment of the month so far; the Reds owned the Premier League against Wigan!!! :D I don't remember studying for that paper the day after the match. I believed I was...well, too busy that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200908556026086130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SC1Wxq85gvI/AAAAAAAAAIY/1HQ0Mo4Qzhk/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;Anyways, holidays begin in a week's time, and I've got a couple of ideas lining up for future entries. So just look forward to it! :D &lt;em&gt;And I apologize for making some of you wait till your 'nose hair turned white already'(As quoted).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15411291-2211253114375151365?l=ploppiedoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/feeds/2211253114375151365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15411291&amp;postID=2211253114375151365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/2211253114375151365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/2211253114375151365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/2008/05/still-alive.html' title='Still Alive'/><author><name>Rozann(e)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01511553645557027072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SF504LHDO0I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/qaVpa4JbB5k/S220/Copy+of+Copy+of+IMGP0548.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SC1Wxq85gvI/AAAAAAAAAIY/1HQ0Mo4Qzhk/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15411291.post-7412251078962419459</id><published>2008-05-09T21:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T21:26:05.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Barrier Of Dignity Before Conscience</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://sg.news.yahoo.com/afp/20080509/tts-myanmar-weather-cyclone-c1b2fc3.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;http://sg.news.yahoo.com/afp/20080509/tts-myanmar-weather-cyclone-c1b2fc3.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cyclone_Nargis#cite_note-CTV_support_article-58"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satellite transmissions were cut off during the anti-government protests in 2007.&lt;br /&gt;Now, they are &lt;em&gt;'not ready to receive search and rescue teams as well as media'&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The Burmese Foreign Ministry stressed its capability in handling the aftermath of the cyclone and insisted that it was not ready to accept large-scale foreign assistance."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did blocking out the world solve the problem then?&lt;br /&gt;Will blocking out the world solve the problem now?&lt;br /&gt;When will 'Ready' come?&lt;br /&gt;These people don't really have the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*F&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;or more information on Cylcone Nargis&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cyclone_Nargis"&gt;&lt;em&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cyclone_Nargis&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15411291-7412251078962419459?l=ploppiedoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7412251078962419459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15411291&amp;postID=7412251078962419459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/7412251078962419459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/7412251078962419459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/2008/05/barrier-of-dignity-before-conscience.html' title='A Barrier Of Dignity Before Conscience'/><author><name>Rozann(e)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01511553645557027072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SF504LHDO0I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/qaVpa4JbB5k/S220/Copy+of+Copy+of+IMGP0548.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15411291.post-7696845111137764682</id><published>2008-04-22T02:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T11:27:06.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>75th Funfair</title><content type='html'>It's Off Day! No school today.&lt;br /&gt;Stayed back the whole of last week for funfair preparations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday's funfair was pretty successful. After our class shift, we had to prepare for the GOH reception, then ran around the place till 11, then went for my Middle East Exhibition hosting shift, and the rest of the day was supposed to be free, but it wasn't.&lt;br /&gt;(If you didn't turn up for your timeslot, shame on you, but they forgave you anyway)&lt;br /&gt;So a few of us stayed for the remaining 6 hours and now my legs are pretty sore :-(&lt;br /&gt;I got tons of homework to finish today, and Friday's the beginning of my Mid Year Exams :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, photos will be up on the album, just a few.&lt;br /&gt;*As you can see, I'm too lazy to blog in detail. Weather's killing! I need food or something.&lt;br /&gt;Toodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15411291-7696845111137764682?l=ploppiedoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7696845111137764682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15411291&amp;postID=7696845111137764682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/7696845111137764682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/7696845111137764682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/2008/04/75th-funfair.html' title='75th Funfair'/><author><name>Rozann(e)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01511553645557027072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SF504LHDO0I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/qaVpa4JbB5k/S220/Copy+of+Copy+of+IMGP0548.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15411291.post-2680663818403900183</id><published>2008-04-13T10:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T19:21:38.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What I Love About You</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Quoted.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is a slow kiss goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;Its anticipation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is looking past the imperfections.&lt;br /&gt;Its acceptance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is a fish in the ocean.&lt;br /&gt;Its freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is passing up an opportunity because the time isn't right yet.&lt;br /&gt;Its patience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is a back massage that starts above the hairline and ends around the insoles.&lt;br /&gt;Its exploration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is not having to say "Let's make love," because you know what the other person wants.&lt;br /&gt;Its understanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is both of you remembering protection.&lt;br /&gt;Its responsible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is the ability to make a solemn embrace dissolve into giggles.&lt;br /&gt;Its humorous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is seeing what your lover really looks like for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;Its truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is knowing what time it is and not caring.&lt;br /&gt;Its reckless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is the arms you run to when you are scared.&lt;br /&gt;Its safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is seeing a new side of a person you thought you knew.&lt;br /&gt;Its renewal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is waking up to find the subject of the dream you were having asleep on your shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;Its where fantasy meets reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is being there to wake your lover. Slowly.&lt;br /&gt;Its sensuousness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is knowing you gave the extra set of keys to your apartment to the right person.&lt;br /&gt;Its trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is saying good-bye and knowing you will be back.&lt;br /&gt;Its faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is opening your medicine cabinet and finding your tube of toothpaste turned into a pretzel.&lt;br /&gt;Its adaptation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is sitting at the window, looking out and remembering who you were with the night before.&lt;br /&gt;Its reflection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is hearing the weather forecast for a winter storm and wishing you could spend it in bed with your lover.&lt;br /&gt;Its loneliness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is stories that will never be told.&lt;br /&gt;Its personal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is Me and You&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15411291-2680663818403900183?l=ploppiedoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/feeds/2680663818403900183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15411291&amp;postID=2680663818403900183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/2680663818403900183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/2680663818403900183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/2008/04/what-i-love-about-you.html' title='What I Love About You'/><author><name>Rozann(e)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01511553645557027072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SF504LHDO0I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/qaVpa4JbB5k/S220/Copy+of+Copy+of+IMGP0548.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15411291.post-2893972899671209202</id><published>2008-04-06T15:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T23:58:24.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode To The Nature Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ChMb7raKf4U&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kau1tdUXgJQ&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kau1tdUXgJQ&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;16 Time World Heavyweight Champion, a true Hero, a true Legend. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We will miss you very very much. Thanks for the memories. =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15411291-2893972899671209202?l=ploppiedoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/feeds/2893972899671209202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15411291&amp;postID=2893972899671209202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/2893972899671209202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/2893972899671209202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/2008/04/ode-to-nature-boy.html' title='Ode To The Nature Boy'/><author><name>Rozann(e)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01511553645557027072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SF504LHDO0I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/qaVpa4JbB5k/S220/Copy+of+Copy+of+IMGP0548.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15411291.post-1436236551583987883</id><published>2008-04-06T07:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T22:15:19.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue Sky Holiday</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;[Collected my phone, Chickennutbread(Inside Joke), Theresian Awards performance, bad Boys II, lost my specs, almost lost an earring, almost lost my diary.]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NEED A BLUE SKY HOLIDAY!!!(Loads of Suntanning, skating &amp;amp; shopping)&lt;br /&gt;Dying for one lah. I've been having reoccuring dreams for the past month of myself falling asleep &lt;i&gt;(in my sleep?)&lt;/i&gt; on the sand under scorching sunshine with shades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186877383520639650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/R_t9f8JBWqI/AAAAAAAAAII/N1il2mdFMD4/s200/IMGP0383.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Super annoying okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've be wanting to go to Redang so bad ever since June 2006, when I went to Shanghai with my cousins. We went to XiangYang almost everyday to shopshopshop, get foot massages and watch CSI DVDs to 4 am. Basically just lazy luxury. And meanwhile my mom and bro went to Redang with my aunt and cousins without me! I almost cried just seeing their photos. They were spending my dream vacation - Suntanning, scuba diving, nightclubbing(Not really) with sunburns! DEVASTATING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worse part of all is now, my cousin's planning to go to REDANG with his friends before NS Enlistment, DT &amp;amp; friends are happily waiting for O' Level results and visiting SENTOSA &lt;u&gt;once a week&lt;/u&gt;, and I just read Xiaxue's blog and found out she recently went to LANGKAWI!&lt;br /&gt;[I'm going through my old vacation photos in Lanjut and Port Dickson and feeling super :-( now!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;24 Minutes Later&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom just reminded me that I'm going to Hainan Island again this June! :D&lt;br /&gt;Barnicles, that's like 3 months away. Oh well, better than nothing right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;* I STILL WANT A BACKSTREET BOYFRIEND!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15411291-1436236551583987883?l=ploppiedoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/feeds/1436236551583987883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15411291&amp;postID=1436236551583987883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/1436236551583987883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/1436236551583987883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/2008/04/blue-sky-holiday.html' title='Blue Sky Holiday'/><author><name>Rozann(e)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01511553645557027072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SF504LHDO0I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/qaVpa4JbB5k/S220/Copy+of+Copy+of+IMGP0548.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/R_t9f8JBWqI/AAAAAAAAAII/N1il2mdFMD4/s72-c/IMGP0383.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15411291.post-1274338976638445741</id><published>2008-04-04T09:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T18:35:33.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We're Not Flamingos</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Fun fact: Getting garlic bread stuffed into your mouth by your brother may give you an urge to blog. [Personal Account] &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Created quote of the day: When Life gives you lemons, start realizing this cliche quote lost its amusement around 3000 BC.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning my principal read a complaint letter about our students (again) from the public. And now I'm wondering how we, students are conceptualized to be different from anyone out there.&lt;br /&gt;That woman&lt;em&gt;(I'll assume it's a She. Any man who complains to a school to make himself feel better is nowhere far away from a fag.)&lt;/em&gt; claimed that a large group of our students made a ruckus in the bus, singing and not moving to the rear for her to get on, blocking up the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From approximately 2 years of experience, I know for a fact that this isn't our fault. Just because we're the majority in the bus, we are always the reason why people can't get on the bus. The extremely crude adults, including BUS DRIVERS(Service with a smile? My foot.),not just passengers would just shout obscenities at us and expect us to miraculously move our asses in. The truth that the bus is already vast with passengers never gets understood. I've seen my friends, for the sake for that awful bunch of self-centred people, do everything they can just to make space for them. And throughout the year, I've witnessed them going to the extent of students &lt;u&gt;asking other schoolmates, apparently total strangers to them, to sit on them&lt;/u&gt; just to make room. And the worse of all is that all those boorish freaks just continue to curse and swear, showing absolutely no gratitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do we look like flamingos by any chance? There's no excuse for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;misbehaviour&lt;/span&gt;, but do you expect that we should all stand on one leg just for you adults, which were no way better than us? (Crude language and gestures just to get on a bus. Oh man, what a Saint.)&lt;br /&gt;So much for being righteous to lodge complaints for 'the good of the public'. This person wrote in to our school with no good intention, but entirely for that sense of victory. Any sound human could tell that this person had obviously challenged, or got challenged by the students. And our students didn't response to the taunting(threat is too strong a word, no?) and ignored her. Her sole purpose was clearly to get the last laugh. Just wanted to show that all she needed to do was write a shitty complaint to win us. And this person was seemingly not very educated. Her letter had obviously nothing but insults. And unlike the others, she didn't even leave her contact. &lt;em&gt;Coward.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're nothing but a lot of selfish people. If we were to do the supposedly correct thing merely for our school's reputation, there is no logic to it. People who choose to make mistakes only because of unknown identity are unmistakably conscience-less. What I learnt from my parents, is that there's never an excuse to be rude to someone. I wonder what theirs taught them.&lt;em&gt;(What CCB stands for, perhaps?)&lt;/em&gt; If not wearing a school uniform makes one somewhat above students in public, then they might as well go naked in the streets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only morals and manners could be bought from NTUC. &lt;em&gt;M&amp;amp;Ms? -.-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15411291-1274338976638445741?l=ploppiedoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/feeds/1274338976638445741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15411291&amp;postID=1274338976638445741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/1274338976638445741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/1274338976638445741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/2008/04/were-not-flamingos.html' title='We&apos;re Not Flamingos'/><author><name>Rozann(e)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01511553645557027072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SF504LHDO0I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/qaVpa4JbB5k/S220/Copy+of+Copy+of+IMGP0548.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15411291.post-308623279253005024</id><published>2008-03-31T11:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T20:38:55.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bummish</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;SATURDAY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- CurL briefing in the morning&lt;br /&gt;- Went to Vivian's house&lt;br /&gt;- Played with her very intelligent dog&lt;br /&gt;- Attempt to learn basketball&lt;br /&gt;- Home&lt;br /&gt;- Went to CCK to meet Genevieve&lt;br /&gt;- Went to Saint Nic's Funfair (Everyone else was at ACJC's)&lt;br /&gt;- Ate Macs' new Milo McFlurry -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;SUNDAY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Family gathering&lt;br /&gt;- Tuition cancelled&lt;br /&gt;- HOMEWORK UNDONE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;I HATE SCHOOL.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15411291-308623279253005024?l=ploppiedoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/feeds/308623279253005024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15411291&amp;postID=308623279253005024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/308623279253005024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/308623279253005024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/2008/03/bummish.html' title='Bummish'/><author><name>Rozann(e)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01511553645557027072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SF504LHDO0I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/qaVpa4JbB5k/S220/Copy+of+Copy+of+IMGP0548.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15411291.post-1522097821022380383</id><published>2008-03-29T13:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T22:09:17.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Need For Speed / Hospitalized Phone</title><content type='html'>On Monday morning, I switched on my handphone on the train to find it unable to load after the 'Nokia' Logo appears. It just switches on and off by itself for a while, then automatically turns off after that. So now Slidey is currently at the Nokia Service Centre and out of order. I'm using Flippy(My old phone) for now, so I lost a few contacts and might ask you who you are, and my phone is already extremely full of CallerAlerts and SMSes from the past few days, so I might not be easy to reach for the next few weeks. And I apologize for late or no replies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;House practice on Thursday totally revived my inline skating ambitions again. I've been considering this sport ever since I could remember.&lt;em&gt; [And inline skating became even more fascinating to me after meeting a certain someone(not mentioning who here, super diu lian), who happened to turn into one of my idols. Talented and drop-dead gorgeous :D]&lt;/em&gt; My mom was telling me that I stole my brother's skates one fine day during the holidays when I was around 5 or 6, and when he went back to school during that time, I actually went out of the house to skate. The worse part was that everyone only found out I had learnt how to skate myself after catching me downstairs on wheels. But that was the last time I ever did skate. I took pretty long to actually move, that is, by will.&lt;br /&gt;And now? Believe it or not, I WANT TO SKATE SO BAD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15411291-1522097821022380383?l=ploppiedoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/feeds/1522097821022380383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15411291&amp;postID=1522097821022380383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/1522097821022380383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/1522097821022380383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/2008/03/need-for-speed-hospitalized-phone.html' title='Need For Speed / Hospitalized Phone'/><author><name>Rozann(e)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01511553645557027072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SF504LHDO0I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/qaVpa4JbB5k/S220/Copy+of+Copy+of+IMGP0548.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15411291.post-7437713537829638068</id><published>2008-03-22T18:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T20:59:34.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vantage Point</title><content type='html'>Just came back from JP. Watched a midnight movie with my dad, Vantage Point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(If you're planning to watch it, don't read the bullet points. I don't think I'd be nice enough to spare you from spoilers.)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its about the attempted assasination of the the US president during his anti-terrorism campaign in Spain. So the movie is shown backwards, rewinding to the start of the day, and is told from different points of view, mainly:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The US President, guy who almost got assasinated, but got a double to attend the event last minute.&lt;br /&gt;- Thomas Barnes, dedicated agent who works for the President and took a gunshot for him before, and chased the terrorist with very good driving skills! [Hero #1]&lt;br /&gt;- Kent Taylor, also works for the President, but turned out to be a TRAITOR. [Terrorist #1]&lt;br /&gt;- Suarez, probably the leader of the terrorists. Controls weapons and other members' movements with a PDA. [Terrorist #2]&lt;br /&gt;- Javier, highly trained terrorist, but only works for them as they're holding his brother hostage. The one who succeeded on capturing the real President. [Terrorist #3]&lt;br /&gt;- Veronica, the sole female in the terrorist team who managed to plant a bomb in the Plaza and kills one comrade for knowing too much. -.- [Terrorist #4]&lt;br /&gt;- Howard, an American man who visits Europe for the first time. He managed to record many things down on his video camera, discovered the terrorists along the way and saves a young girl from the terrorist's vehicle. [Hero #2]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The others are the lesser airtime people, like those in the GNN news, and the 2 other terrorists, Philippe (I think) who did Crazy Ivan and bombed where the real President was, and some nameless guy who disguised as a cameraman for GNN. And there's the little girl Anna who actually saved the day by appearing on the road and causing the terrorists to swerve and get hurt with her mother, who barely did anything.&lt;br /&gt;I really liked the rewind &amp;amp; rewind concept, although it pissed many people off. It's not the best movie I've seen, but it's very literary, in a short story kind of way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "This war will never end." - Matthew Fox&lt;br /&gt;He's pretty much correct.&lt;br /&gt;Terrorism is like going on like a ferris wheel, where is goes round, stops for new people to hop on the hellride, and for the present passengers to alight when they hit the ground.&lt;br /&gt;Ending it is impossible, isn't it? Because there's probably no such thing as a halt to discrimination. How many people truly believe that they have absolutely no prejudice against someone? One doesn't entirely trust or genuinely care about even the closest person. Even the tiniest amount of hatred can grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;But after all, there's is no cure to hate, so why bother.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To hell with me.&lt;br /&gt;The movie wasn't that negatively impactful actually. There's also the part where the terrorists, after killing so many people, even their own, actually would risk their lives for a young child.&lt;br /&gt;Message: Innocence pokes your conscience, &amp;amp; there's always (at least) a little good in everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15411291-7437713537829638068?l=ploppiedoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7437713537829638068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15411291&amp;postID=7437713537829638068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/7437713537829638068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/7437713537829638068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/2008/03/vantage-point.html' title='Vantage Point'/><author><name>Rozann(e)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01511553645557027072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SF504LHDO0I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/qaVpa4JbB5k/S220/Copy+of+Copy+of+IMGP0548.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15411291.post-2876838654030474729</id><published>2008-03-17T07:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T17:27:51.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NY Girl Of His Dreams</title><content type='html'>You know that James Blunt song? (The one that probably made him famous?)&lt;br /&gt;You're Beautiful is one of my forever favourites.&lt;br /&gt;It's about meeting some chick at the subway and it ended with these 2 lines:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now it's time to face the truth&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I will never be with you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, some guy, Patrick Moberg, met the girl of his dreams at the subway, and created this website to look for her:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nygirlofmydreams.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;www.nygirlofmydreams.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And contrary to the ending of the song, he actually &lt;u&gt;managed to find her&lt;/u&gt;, as you can see on the site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO SWEET RIGHT!,&lt;br /&gt;I mean, how rare is it that a guy would actually set up a website to look for you, a total stranger that might not even have noticed that someone was looking at you?&lt;br /&gt;VERY! (d'oh.)&lt;br /&gt;He said he wouldn't update the site, but I found a video of their interview after he found her:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y137qgtMDSk"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y137qgtMDSk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl's a pretty Aussie, and her house got burnt down right before she met him! And Moberg is pretty cute. *Slaps self*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I fell in love with the rest of his work at his &lt;a href="http://www.patrickmoberg.com/"&gt;main page&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;** But please do NOT copy his work in any form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Especially &lt;u&gt;PHOTOGRAPHY&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;'Inspiration' is NOT an excuse, shitload.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[School starts tomorrow. &lt;u&gt;I HATE SCHOOL&lt;/u&gt;.]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15411291-2876838654030474729?l=ploppiedoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/feeds/2876838654030474729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15411291&amp;postID=2876838654030474729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/2876838654030474729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/2876838654030474729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/2008/03/ny-girl-of-his-dreams.html' title='NY Girl Of His Dreams'/><author><name>Rozann(e)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01511553645557027072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SF504LHDO0I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/qaVpa4JbB5k/S220/Copy+of+Copy+of+IMGP0548.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15411291.post-688120435670925542</id><published>2008-03-14T13:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T00:57:39.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flavour Of Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;If anyone by any chance (Unlikely) wants to know about my mundane life: Bio on Tuesday, CCA today, Movie tomorrow, Zero To Hero Band Contest on Saturday(NOT ME), &amp;amp; Sunday's probably homework day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah, the title makes this post sound pretty inspiring. Like some National Day song title. Can you believe someone like me actually came up with that. Teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was at camp, I couldn't sleep straight away. I could be physically drained, but it took me quite a while to just doze off. So I slept pretty late, and the next morning, I'm like a log. It takes someone to hit me before I'm fully awake and sitting up. No alarm could wake me in the cave except for this one Hokkien song, that I've been searching for AGES. I just shot up like someone poured a whole of coffee from the other end when I was asleep.&lt;br /&gt;I can only remember that the song begins with 'Gin na' (Means child, but I don't know the actual spelling) and the second line is "Towkay Eh Bin Chow Chow"&lt;em&gt;(Literally translated Boss's face black, or simply your employer isn't in the best mood.) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**So if anyone knows this song, PLEASE email me or something. Anyway works. See, my current alarm for school isn't as effective. But, if I am never fated to find the song, I found a backup one,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JI PA BAN!&lt;/strong&gt; (One Million Dollars)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RHeOotjTC7s"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RHeOotjTC7s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This video is hilarious. And the striking guitar solo at the start is pretty noisy enough to wake me up. NASI WAWOO JI PA BAN~ :D&lt;br /&gt;As quoted from an SG forum topic, "Fine Country,Tong Ku Xia Lang Zai"&lt;br /&gt;Totally relates with the lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's this other song, my Ahma's favourite. It'll give you this overwhelming urge to strive, unless you don't understand it completely. It's like a must-have at all our family karaoke sessions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AI PING CAI HUI YING &lt;/strong&gt;(Literally you have to 'chiong' to win. Like, give it all you got or something.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wflMFaDSJDo"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wflMFaDSJDo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very motivational song. I strongly recommend this song for pre-exam period and before you leave for work or school everyday.&lt;br /&gt;[If you &lt;em&gt;catch no ball&lt;/em&gt;, or you're only semi-Hokkien literate (Yours truly), the pictures will explain a lot.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But don't get me wrong, I love my country okay.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my dad also came home with this box of cakes that got my mother so excited. Apparently these cakes used to be wedding gifts in the old days. I recognize the jelly-icing-thing on top of the cakes cos' they use that all the time to draw cartoons on those cheap children birthday cakes. Its colourful and sweet, but I'm not sure what it actually made of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177264872414043298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/R9lW-JxY3KI/AAAAAAAAAH0/95D1bbut9Ak/s200/IMGP1354.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I've come to find out that these cakes are pretty hard to find nowadays, like only in those older confectioneries, like those beside provision shops and Kopitiams ones? )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177265739997437106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/R9lXwpxY3LI/AAAAAAAAAH8/5KexUzevq5E/s200/IMGP1352.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're so freakin' adorable and yummy, I feel like ordering a box for every breathing person working in Boon Lay Neighbourhood Police Post [ONLY IF I HAD THE $$$] AND GUESS WHAT! It's&lt;strong&gt; butter-flavoured&lt;/strong&gt;. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realized that this entry is long, prosaic &amp;amp; not educational in any way. Contradictory to my heading perhaps? But hahaha, who cares, someone like &lt;u&gt;YOU&lt;/u&gt; might actually be reading it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15411291-688120435670925542?l=ploppiedoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/feeds/688120435670925542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15411291&amp;postID=688120435670925542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/688120435670925542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/688120435670925542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/2008/03/flavour-of-home.html' title='Flavour Of Home'/><author><name>Rozann(e)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01511553645557027072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SF504LHDO0I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/qaVpa4JbB5k/S220/Copy+of+Copy+of+IMGP0548.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/R9lW-JxY3KI/AAAAAAAAAH0/95D1bbut9Ak/s72-c/IMGP1354.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15411291.post-6361577170185596298</id><published>2008-03-10T13:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T22:06:28.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'>She'll Be Coming Down The Mountain When She Comes</title><content type='html'>That's Mr James Wong's version of the song - DOWN the mountain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, &lt;strong&gt;I'M BACK FROM CAMP~!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the best camp I've been to so far out of all the EFLs. This year I did the most stuff and got dirtier than any other camp, but it was still pretty fun. The toilets sucked but everything else was pretty okay. 5 km trekking, mad rapid boat rides, living in a cave, exploring another bigger cave, embrace in bat shit in the dark (and bat pee), abseiling on natural rock cliffs, a canopy walk, and building the heaviest raft in my life (Had to disassemble it cos' of rain and the moment we moved everything back, the rain stopped.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to throw away my very loyal shoes. They didn't tear, and the soles didn't come off for the entire camp, but it's so filthy and being me, I wouldn't bother to clean the entire shoe. I am a bad person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really liked the song Mr Wong wrote for our class.&lt;br /&gt;(He apparently just squeezed words into a tune. So most of the lyrics go really fast. Haha, and the short words just stretch like for 4 notes?)&lt;br /&gt;- Go trekking, very enjoyable&lt;br /&gt;- Go caving, lagi shiok&lt;br /&gt;- Go rafting, very wet&lt;br /&gt;- Go abseiling, very exciting (My favourite line. Can't figure out how it occured to him that 'abseiling' could more or less rhyme with 'exciting')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our return train got delayed like around 3 hours, and we ended up sitting at the railway station till 4am eating and chasing cats away. There was this one cat who was so daring he just walked among everyone and their luggage. Then people started screaming and running away. It walked past where I sat for the third time and I looked at him and said&lt;br /&gt;"Must you really come back again."&lt;br /&gt;Then he just looked at me and continue walking. Then I concluded the cat probably only comprehend Melayu. Makes sense?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrived in Singapore around 11 plus. I cabbed home from school, and slept like a log till 7 plus in the evening, and now I'm wide awake. I shall self-entertain while Dorothea breastfeeds her baby Shrek. Ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15411291-6361577170185596298?l=ploppiedoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/feeds/6361577170185596298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15411291&amp;postID=6361577170185596298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/6361577170185596298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/6361577170185596298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/2008/03/shell-be-coming-down-mountain-when-she.html' title='She&apos;ll Be Coming Down The Mountain When She Comes'/><author><name>Rozann(e)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01511553645557027072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SF504LHDO0I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/qaVpa4JbB5k/S220/Copy+of+Copy+of+IMGP0548.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15411291.post-7237571362211347056</id><published>2008-03-03T14:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T22:13:34.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If Only You Knew</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Corny, but still very cute right. YOU try writing a poem, asswipe.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;If Only You Knew&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;By: Anonymous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;If only you knew&lt;br /&gt;The way she thinks of you&lt;br /&gt;The way a girl loves you&lt;br /&gt;How the feeling never goes away&lt;br /&gt;The way it gets more tough to handle each day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only you saw&lt;br /&gt;The way she sees you the one who completes her every thought&lt;br /&gt;The one who fits her every dream&lt;br /&gt;The only person who can tell her that things aren't always what they seem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only she knew more&lt;br /&gt;About what he dreams everyday&lt;br /&gt;How she wants to listen&lt;br /&gt;To everything he'd want to say&lt;br /&gt;What wishes would reveal&lt;br /&gt;If he only had the chance to tell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only you could understand&lt;br /&gt;And distinguish her from the rest&lt;br /&gt;To take a chance on a girl&lt;br /&gt;Who's loved you for so long with only a simple glance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only this girl had the courage to say&lt;br /&gt;How everyday dreams are broken&lt;br /&gt;How hearts are torn in every way&lt;br /&gt;How Life can change within a moment&lt;br /&gt;How Love is the hardest role to play&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15411291-7237571362211347056?l=ploppiedoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7237571362211347056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15411291&amp;postID=7237571362211347056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/7237571362211347056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/7237571362211347056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/2008/03/if-only-you-knew.html' title='If Only You Knew'/><author><name>Rozann(e)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01511553645557027072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SF504LHDO0I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/qaVpa4JbB5k/S220/Copy+of+Copy+of+IMGP0548.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15411291.post-3808103595612594726</id><published>2008-03-01T14:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T23:16:36.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feburary 29th</title><content type='html'>If you, dear reader, aren't aware,&lt;br /&gt;It's 29th Feb, the &lt;strong&gt;LEAP YEAR DAY&lt;/strong&gt;! (which comes only once every four years)&lt;br /&gt;And Singapore has this new film, The Leap Years, which comes out today.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;strong&gt;I WAS SUPPOSED TO WATCH IT WITH MY HOT DATE AFTER DINNER TODAY!&lt;/strong&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;:-(&lt;br /&gt;Had sushi for dinner, which I haven't had in ages. Hot Date paid for expenses. :D But, movie was cancelled last minute. Hot Date went with someone else instead.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna catch the movie tomorrow leh. You think it's possible? Probably have to buy online right. Aiyah, must pay extra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, exam results are back.&lt;br /&gt;I failed E.Math and History, passed everything else. English result will come next week.&lt;br /&gt;But I did better than I expected for A.Math, which is good in a way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One fine day we discussed about the time BAM went to the restroom. overhearing someone's scuttlebutt.&lt;br /&gt;"She think she is who!"&lt;br /&gt;(Obviously this lady isn't the cleverest person on the planet)&lt;br /&gt;So then we wondered if :&lt;br /&gt;Smart guy - " Who does she think she is!"&lt;br /&gt;Then:&lt;br /&gt;Not so smart guy - "She think she is who!"&lt;br /&gt;Moron - &lt;u&gt;"Who are you!"&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flag Day was hot like Jessica Alba. I didn't enjoy it that much, but it was quite fun. There was this one woman who went "Red Cross ah? Sure or not! You know, nowadays Singaporeans like to cheat money and use organization names leh!"&lt;br /&gt;HELLO AUNTIE. A BETTER EXCUSE WAS I HAVE NO CHANGE TO SPARE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was the mock session at Old Parliament yesterday. Loved my class's presentation on the Kyoto Protocol. The school was half asleep. Like, literally. There were teachers who removed their footwear and slept with their mouth ajar okay. And the entire row sitting next to me dozed off after an hour. After that we were released on the spot, and had to go home ourselves. The bloody train broke down in between and made us all alight at the nearest station.&lt;br /&gt;Ren Shan Ren Hai okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can you imagine a trainful of folks alighting on the station, with already a huge amount of people waiting for the train, and all waiting for the next train which already is brimmed with passengers?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats like what, the amount of people needed to poke a hole each in the Ozone layer to make it porous?&lt;br /&gt;Genevieve and I had to miss 2 trains because it was so crowded. In the end the train took another line instead at the interchange station and I had to alight again and take ANOTHER train. I ended up reaching home 2 hours late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, this might be a little abrupt, but I'm going for camp this arriving Wednesday till Sunday. Somewhere in Malaysia called Taman Negara. We will be living in caves, make friends with bats (and other creatures), take baths without doors (Like &lt;strong&gt;NS&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;MEN&lt;/strong&gt;), get thrown in the deep wilderness to look for a way out, walk through some forest in the dark, and many more things I am not looking forward to.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what Swen is smoking. She apparently squeals with glee when she hears us say "EFL Camp 2008".&lt;br /&gt;I hate school, and every event planned in that building. Very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;**&lt;em&gt;[I was joking about the hot date. My um, mother was the one who bought me dinner. And the person who stole my date for the movie was Pops. YESSSS, NOBODY WANTS ME.]&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/15411291-3808103595612594726?l=ploppiedoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/feeds/3808103595612594726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15411291&amp;postID=3808103595612594726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/3808103595612594726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/3808103595612594726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/2008/02/feburary-29th.html' title='Feburary 29th'/><author><name>Rozann(e)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01511553645557027072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SF504LHDO0I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/qaVpa4JbB5k/S220/Copy+of+Copy+of+IMGP0548.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15411291.post-6005558173777331352</id><published>2008-02-23T13:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T21:36:23.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Essays Can Help You</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;[No mentioning of names. d'oh.]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After observation on Mr L's case, I have concluded how things that are assumed unimportant can actually be the spark of something considerably serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my opinion, Mr L was emotionally aggrieved previously.He constantly tries to emphasize the attractiveness and honourable of his part in the story.This is probably his way of recovering - Putting himself in the shoes of his childhood heroes and ideal roles(movies and books etc.). It denotes his approach with his past; re-enacting his inner thoughts on the treatment he should have received back then.His actions hence serves as a sort of self-deception, and at the same time, to gain attention from everyone, considering an acheivement to himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His reason for including Miss C into his story was likely because she was pretty much famous as well, and could draw more reviews(Another ego boost) Their previous dispute was quite popular, and it was also to get even with her after the feud, showing obvious sacarsm.In addition, he wanted to inject some humour in his idea, giving everyone a situation to depict visually, trying to show he has the ability to capture people's attention. This gives him yet another sense of self-acheivement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main cause of all his doings is probably self-comfort and reassurance of himself. His insecurities made him determine his response, immensely brought by people's mannerism towards him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This also reflects how the behaviour of Society can bring such huge impacts on individuals, and acts such as ostracism can lead to consequences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The End.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*&lt;u&gt;Hello, essay was plainly wrote out of leisure, nothing more. If you happen to fit the stated situation or description, it is purely coincidental...Supposedly lah.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;THIS WAS PRODUCED FROM 2 HOURS OF TYPING, WITH ABSOLUTELY NO HELP OF THE DICTIONARY! THE BRAIN IS DEFINITELY CIRCULATING MORE THAN USUAL TODAY! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm gonna write essays again when I get moody from now on. Really helps!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15411291-6005558173777331352?l=ploppiedoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/feeds/6005558173777331352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15411291&amp;postID=6005558173777331352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/6005558173777331352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/6005558173777331352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/2008/02/how-essays-can-help-you.html' title='How Essays Can Help You'/><author><name>Rozann(e)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01511553645557027072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SF504LHDO0I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/qaVpa4JbB5k/S220/Copy+of+Copy+of+IMGP0548.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15411291.post-8951051563422257855</id><published>2008-02-22T15:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T22:08:02.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moment In History</title><content type='html'>:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SINGAPORE IS HOSTING THE YOUTH OLYMPIC GAMES 2010!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First country in the whole wide world!&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;em&gt;We beat Moscow~ &lt;/em&gt;Heh.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, this is gonna be a moment in history! Singapore's name is going down in the International record book okay! Haha, I feel very proud of my country. How patriotic.&lt;br /&gt;Who knows, in year 3000 or something, they're gonna use my blog post as a History source. &lt;div&gt;Then people will study my entries and research about my life!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Feb 2008, Screenshot of a Singaporean blog, sharing the joy of Singapore hosting the first YOGs."&lt;br /&gt;[INSERT PICTURE OF PLOPPIEDOO.BS HERE]&lt;br /&gt;Ya, and If I'm still alive, I will be interviewed like some Elizabeth Choy.&lt;br /&gt;Eh wait.&lt;br /&gt;Year 3000 is centuries later.&lt;br /&gt;My remains would probably be absorbed by some bloody plant who pollinated so much they reproduced 99 new ones already. Shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15411291-8951051563422257855?l=ploppiedoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/feeds/8951051563422257855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15411291&amp;postID=8951051563422257855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/8951051563422257855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/8951051563422257855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/2008/02/moment-in-history.html' title='Moment In History'/><author><name>Rozann(e)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01511553645557027072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SF504LHDO0I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/qaVpa4JbB5k/S220/Copy+of+Copy+of+IMGP0548.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15411291.post-7127405004760166433</id><published>2008-02-21T10:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T18:40:28.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Furfuraceous</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am an angry woman!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you heard about the Edison Chen scandal!&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, online sources show that the Canadian press reported about the scandal using WANG LEEHOM'S PICTURES on their article!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT THE FURFURACEOUS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They assume all Asian male celebrities look the same man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, I should be Social-Studying right now leh. K, I'll go watch Tyra first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my exams are gonna finish in 2 days. (And Saturday's flaaaaag daaaaay)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15411291-7127405004760166433?l=ploppiedoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7127405004760166433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15411291&amp;postID=7127405004760166433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/7127405004760166433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/7127405004760166433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/2008/02/furfuraceous-ness.html' title='Furfuraceous'/><author><name>Rozann(e)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01511553645557027072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SF504LHDO0I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/qaVpa4JbB5k/S220/Copy+of+Copy+of+IMGP0548.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15411291.post-3196068932740452353</id><published>2008-02-17T14:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T23:40:38.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's, Total Defence...Chingay.</title><content type='html'>(Photoshoot during Chinese New Year is going up on the album soon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent Valentine's day watching Whose Line clips on Youtube after school, eating bahkwa &amp;amp; everything edible I received on that day. How romantic.&lt;br /&gt;Spending Valentine's alone is still fun okay!&lt;br /&gt;(So I did go for lunch with a few friends. The last-minute-kena-cancelled-by-boyfriends ones :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's Total Defence Day, which was the last school day of the week. Just Angklung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today happens to be the Chingay Day (I'm not sure what its called.) Had to go to school in the morning for CMC Training, then rushed back to the West for piano. Oh yes, and today&lt;strong&gt; I had an afternoon nap &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;after &lt;u&gt;4 YEARS&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; :D Never had one for so long so I decided to, after picking my 4D ticket. (My mother went to many SP branches in the North cos' her according to her fengshui, her luck's flowing from up there. Then she put a few in angpaos and each of us takes one. I might be rich soon hor. :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, I need to announce something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BRIDGET HOOTAN, I HATE YOUR BABY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;(To prove how much I really don't like him)&lt;br /&gt;Still remember the time you said you were in love with &lt;em&gt;Shino&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Now you think he's the most hideous thing ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Food for thought:&lt;br /&gt;Will you get bird flu if you eat bird shit?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15411291-3196068932740452353?l=ploppiedoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/feeds/3196068932740452353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15411291&amp;postID=3196068932740452353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/3196068932740452353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/3196068932740452353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/2008/02/valentines-total-defencechingay.html' title='Valentine&apos;s, Total Defence...Chingay.'/><author><name>Rozann(e)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01511553645557027072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SF504LHDO0I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/qaVpa4JbB5k/S220/Copy+of+Copy+of+IMGP0548.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15411291.post-8906895310711363424</id><published>2008-02-09T15:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T16:39:09.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Akliles</title><content type='html'>I'm LCG (BBQ pork brand, I know.)&lt;br /&gt;The mysterious adder:&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Akliles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;akliles says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lim Chee Guan says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;you are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lim Chee Guan says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have just sent a nudge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lim Chee Guan says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;akliles says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lim Chee Guan says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;i dont know you right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;akliles says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i am akliles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;akliles says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;from syria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lim Chee Guan says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh hi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lim Chee Guan says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I'm from singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lim Chee Guan says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;where's Syria?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;akliles says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;akliles says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;my city&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lim Chee Guan says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;is it in india?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;akliles says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;akliles says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;akliles says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;asia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lim Chee Guan says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;which part of asia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;akliles says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i donot know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lim Chee Guan says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;indonesia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have just sent a nudge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;akliles says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i am sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lim Chee Guan says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;are you from indonesia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;akliles says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[After yahoo-ing "Syria"]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lim Chee Guan says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lebanon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;akliles says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;iam from syria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;akliles says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;near lebanon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lim Chee Guan says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ok. so how did you find my email?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;akliles says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ok do you need any think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;akliles says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;good buy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lim Chee Guan says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lim Chee Guan says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buy what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lim Chee Guan says: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUY WHAT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he went offline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HELLO UNCLE.BUY WHAT.FLOWERPOTS AH. HOW I KNOW BUY WHAT.TRYING TO BE FUNNY RIGHT. ASK HIM IF ITS INDIA HE SAY ASIA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;For all I know, he could have been from some black market trying to sell me an AK47 leh. Or some latest grenade. (NOT implying that Syria citizens are bad, wherever that is.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Suddenly it occurred to me that good&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;BUY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; probably meant good&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;BYE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Another country to my global list: &lt;u&gt;Syria.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't heard about it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/2007/12/miss-universe-minus-brains-beauty.html"&gt;http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/2007/12/miss-universe-minus-brains-beauty.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15411291-8906895310711363424?l=ploppiedoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/feeds/8906895310711363424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15411291&amp;postID=8906895310711363424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/8906895310711363424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/8906895310711363424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/2008/02/akliles.html' title='Akliles'/><author><name>Rozann(e)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01511553645557027072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SF504LHDO0I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/qaVpa4JbB5k/S220/Copy+of+Copy+of+IMGP0548.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15411291.post-3794407315995468375</id><published>2008-02-09T09:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T18:06:08.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Chinese New Year photos are up!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Check out the album)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got cheated in Shen Zhen! Decided to use the memory card I bought there for CNY. Turned out the proclaimed 2 GB card could only store 10 photos!&lt;br /&gt;So upsetting!&lt;br /&gt;The other 20+ pictures I snapped were all gone! Pfft. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother met Mark Lee (Li Guo Huang) on an escalator the other day.&lt;br /&gt;She turned around and said&lt;br /&gt;" Wah, so lucky ah today, see you."&lt;br /&gt;And he said (Singlish)&lt;br /&gt;" No lor, is I lucky lah! K, happy new year ah!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have just remembered that I have no dinner tonight cos' my parents are on at whole-day date. Oh well, I might just go meet Abby for Sushi later. :D&lt;br /&gt;[Oh ya, I have decided my future daughter's middle name: ABIGAIL&lt;br /&gt;Named after you leh, Abs!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School starts in 2 more days! :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15411291-3794407315995468375?l=ploppiedoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/feeds/3794407315995468375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15411291&amp;postID=3794407315995468375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/3794407315995468375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/3794407315995468375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/2008/02/cny-2008.html' title='CNY 2008'/><author><name>Rozann(e)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01511553645557027072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SF504LHDO0I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/qaVpa4JbB5k/S220/Copy+of+Copy+of+IMGP0548.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15411291.post-416950082440717004</id><published>2008-02-07T15:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T00:42:17.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Note</title><content type='html'>D'oh, it's a happy happy day. Happy's been/will be stated a couple of times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Nice weather&lt;em&gt; (...Makes you happy too, yes?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I got to school on time &lt;em&gt;(Despite last minute transport changes)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- My qipao got approved for the performance&lt;br /&gt;- School loved the angklung :D&lt;br /&gt;- Met the old friends&lt;br /&gt;- Had a Snapple (&lt;em&gt;Hush, asshole. It's not everyday I spend S$3.50 on a beverage.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- &lt;/em&gt;Painted my nails for CNY&lt;br /&gt;- Bro got a nice &amp;amp; new N81&lt;br /&gt;- Dinner with extra-good food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- &lt;/em&gt;Watched Kung Fu Mahjong&lt;br /&gt;- Chinese New Year = No school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On an even happier note, I'm getting my first angpao in a while.&lt;br /&gt;Pretty, peaceful day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SHIT, I JUST REALIZED GOT EXTRA MATH HOMEWORK. [12 minutes later]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, I got cheated of 5 bucks! I had to pay extra for my angklung qipao cos' I was too fat! One size too big can. (Hello, I'm the Queen of Cheap)&lt;br /&gt;K, I shall &lt;strong&gt;try&lt;/strong&gt; to avoid the Bah Kwa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I could fall&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Into the sky&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you think time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Would pass me by&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause' you know I'd walk a thousand miles&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I could just &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;See you, t&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;onight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Suddenly I feel like Kah Yi. Hiding messages in lyrics. Teehee.]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15411291-416950082440717004?l=ploppiedoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/feeds/416950082440717004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15411291&amp;postID=416950082440717004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/416950082440717004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/416950082440717004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-note.html' title='Happy Note'/><author><name>Rozann(e)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01511553645557027072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SF504LHDO0I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/qaVpa4JbB5k/S220/Copy+of+Copy+of+IMGP0548.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15411291.post-7437497389016186443</id><published>2008-01-30T14:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T22:24:57.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guilty Pleasure = Daily Distraction</title><content type='html'>You know about the Math test I failed twice?&lt;br /&gt;I got FULL marks this time. Can you believe it? I actually tried to redo the other 2 right after I submitted them and I could score FULL marks for them too. How could I have possibly fail those tests? (I dunno.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;SATURDAY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pre-CNY Reunion lunch &amp;amp; dinner - both with the Phuas at Turf Club. But Karaoke session was cancelled. $25++ per person -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;SUNDAY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made pineapple tarts :D&lt;br /&gt;Went over to cousin's place with the Lims (With the exception of Ah Ma) after my piano exams registration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;TUESDAY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.E became hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look what happened to me. (Both arms)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160902913846519874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/R58120QZqEI/AAAAAAAAAHk/IRmoaicf3TE/s200/Image006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160902948206258258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/R58140QZqFI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Dlm2nQSq9D0/s200/Image007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Samantha DM, a professional athlete in training has concluded that I am bleeding internally.&lt;br /&gt;And after school, we went to the Chinese Heritage Centre. Chinatown was fun. And I like CHC. Very nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday night, I had the most guilty dream ever. I was happy. Really happy. But it was wrong. Really wrong. Like evil wrong, not dirty wrong. Nothing sexual/relationshipanal. But I didn't remember I got very nervous. But still happy. Really happy. And I keep thinking about it okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best part? I don't remember what it was about. Unrecallable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I just remembered I got 3 tests tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Ciao. Schools sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15411291-7437497389016186443?l=ploppiedoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7437497389016186443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15411291&amp;postID=7437497389016186443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/7437497389016186443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/7437497389016186443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/2008/01/guilty-pleasure-daily-distraction.html' title='Guilty Pleasure = Daily Distraction'/><author><name>Rozann(e)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01511553645557027072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SF504LHDO0I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/qaVpa4JbB5k/S220/Copy+of+Copy+of+IMGP0548.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/R58120QZqEI/AAAAAAAAAHk/IRmoaicf3TE/s72-c/Image006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15411291.post-3587293318775759154</id><published>2008-01-25T12:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T20:56:14.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is this it?</title><content type='html'>These past few weeks have been terrible. I can't believe all this is happening.&lt;br /&gt;The rubber bands in my mouth really really hurts.&lt;br /&gt;And I did fail that math test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe we're trying&lt;br /&gt;Trying too hard&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we're torn apart&lt;br /&gt;We're &lt;strong&gt;empty&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;P.s: Someone asked me for my number after my dental appointment at Queenstown. First time okay. Shows how unappealing I am. And its mentioned here for memory's sake, due to my lack of brain space. Don't kaypoh ah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15411291-3587293318775759154?l=ploppiedoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/feeds/3587293318775759154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15411291&amp;postID=3587293318775759154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/3587293318775759154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/3587293318775759154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/2008/01/is-this-it.html' title='Is this it?'/><author><name>Rozann(e)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01511553645557027072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SF504LHDO0I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/qaVpa4JbB5k/S220/Copy+of+Copy+of+IMGP0548.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15411291.post-6895165678919557056</id><published>2008-01-24T14:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T22:13:33.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hide &amp; Seek</title><content type='html'>I am tired.&lt;br /&gt;Exhuasted.&lt;br /&gt;School was bad enough.&lt;br /&gt;And just to find you everyone gets so tired.&lt;br /&gt;There's no excuse for you to run this time.&lt;br /&gt;Why do you think you're the &lt;strong&gt;ONLY&lt;/strong&gt; one who &lt;u&gt;CANNOT BE UNDERSTOOD OR CARED ABOUT.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about the people looking for you? You parents contact me after every 2 periods of the day. I had to respond to their calls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;IN THE MIDDLE OF MY MATH TEST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Why &lt;u&gt;WOULDN'T&lt;/u&gt; I fail it?&lt;br /&gt;You think they don't have a life and enjoy spending time looking for their missing daughter?&lt;br /&gt;Stop making everyone so tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Grow up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15411291-6895165678919557056?l=ploppiedoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/feeds/6895165678919557056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15411291&amp;postID=6895165678919557056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/6895165678919557056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/6895165678919557056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/2008/01/hide-seek.html' title='Hide &amp; Seek'/><author><name>Rozann(e)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01511553645557027072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SF504LHDO0I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/qaVpa4JbB5k/S220/Copy+of+Copy+of+IMGP0548.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15411291.post-6999624340268580167</id><published>2008-01-20T13:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T22:29:25.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beauty World Mood Got Ruined</title><content type='html'>* Lines in bold are the happier part of the post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beauty World~ &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Cha Cha Cha! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157178214701549618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/R5H6QyqrSDI/AAAAAAAAAHc/OwxXCnO8b5Y/s200/beautyworld.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've always wanted to watch a Dick Lee production! I just watched Beauty World today, and it was pretty good. My aunt happened to buy the ex-est tickets, which was in the 6th row, which was just nice, and right in the middle :D&lt;br /&gt;Great cast, but the ending was a bit abrupt. Like, the female lead found&lt;br /&gt;her longlost mother and nothing happened. She just went back to Malaysia with&lt;br /&gt;her boyfriend leaving the other guy she met in Singapore. Stupid, yes? Not a very good conclusion.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This week of school has been pretty okay. On thursday there was no Math homework. And when I went home, I became so uneasy and felt so empty I actually told my mother that I LOVED MATH. But it's probably not true. Probably.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anyways, happy birthday, LYJ :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then someone came to my house to stay over because of some parent issues. The next day after school she disappeared and didn't tell me she wasn't coming for CCA and went to watch some floorball event. Tried to avoid my calls, and think I was stupid enough to not know she made her friend lie. And today, she spoiled my post-Beauty-World day I found out from her father today that she didn't go home last night again. Called her floorball friend, who's lied like cowcrap and told me she was with some guy, who also lied, but 10 times better. Then later her dad called that guy and mentioned that he would make a police report. First it was " No uncle, she's not with me." About 5 minutes later, "Uncle, she's on her way home." Bloody loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I smsed the 2 lying assclowns:&lt;br /&gt;"Fun fact. Lying for her makes someone bloody f*cking stupid. Have a great day ahead."&lt;br /&gt;One replied:&lt;br /&gt;"But I really don't know."&lt;br /&gt;So I said:&lt;br /&gt;"Did I say you were lying? It's a fun fact."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You didn't come to school on friday and you think I was dumb enough to believe you went to the LIBRARY? (Ya, library can watch movie with some online friend.) And NO, I didn't find that out from your parents.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You disappeared after CCA. You know I HATE it when you don't tell me and just go.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They did NOT chase you out of the house. You went out yourself.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You PROMISED my parents you would go home the next day. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;You ended up staying at a guy's place. (SURE, I'll believe you if you said 'friend' was female.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You make people lie to me about you and expect me to believe them.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You lie again and again and expect everyone to help you. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I really wish I'll just give up on you. Then I don't have to worry almost everytime everyone finds me and ask me where you went and why you do whatbloodyever you do.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How do you want me, or your parents to actually believe you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I really don't know why I care. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15411291-6999624340268580167?l=ploppiedoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/feeds/6999624340268580167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15411291&amp;postID=6999624340268580167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/6999624340268580167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/6999624340268580167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/2008/01/beauty-world-mood-got-ruined.html' title='Beauty World Mood Got Ruined'/><author><name>Rozann(e)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01511553645557027072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SF504LHDO0I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/qaVpa4JbB5k/S220/Copy+of+Copy+of+IMGP0548.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/R5H6QyqrSDI/AAAAAAAAAHc/OwxXCnO8b5Y/s72-c/beautyworld.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15411291.post-4429175339207955123</id><published>2008-01-14T15:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T23:15:56.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'>As beat as an egg</title><content type='html'>School starts again tomorrow. (I hate school) And I'm as beat as an egg.&lt;br /&gt;I look pretty much like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154895864785487906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/R4neeiqrSCI/AAAAAAAAAHU/p4-QW3G0jsI/s200/Egg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;The defeated egg sprawled under the foot of the shelled and strong one, of course. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It feels like, I dunno, TNA's HARDBOILED VS. SUNNY-SIDE UP!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;(I know, the egg's not exactly beaten. Neither am I. Don't be stupid.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aiyah, this is very random and disturbingly uninteresting. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I shall stop it right now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15411291-4429175339207955123?l=ploppiedoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/feeds/4429175339207955123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15411291&amp;postID=4429175339207955123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/4429175339207955123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/4429175339207955123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/2008/01/as-beat-as-egg.html' title='As beat as an egg'/><author><name>Rozann(e)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01511553645557027072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SF504LHDO0I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/qaVpa4JbB5k/S220/Copy+of+Copy+of+IMGP0548.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/R4neeiqrSCI/AAAAAAAAAHU/p4-QW3G0jsI/s72-c/Egg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15411291.post-7324527066513843747</id><published>2008-01-06T11:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T20:09:38.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loafing, Loathing</title><content type='html'>Hello, just watched Best Of Raw 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, the weekend now comes to me as something to look forward to now.&lt;br /&gt;It's a BIG leap, 2007 to 2008.&lt;br /&gt;I have so much more to study, so much more to bring, and yet so little time. Now every period is shortened to 35 minutes (Including my bloody breaks) and come in pairs. The original was 45 minutes per period, but now we spent more than an hour studying one subject. Carrying the stuff to school might just kill me one day. Yay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, music lessons. I now have to resume theory lessons after stopping like, &lt;strong&gt;3 YEARS AGO&lt;/strong&gt;? Criteria for the 6th practical exams is that you have to have at least a 5th at theory. Which also means, I MUST take theory lessons, which ALSO means that I must find more time and pay extra more. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe it or not, &lt;strong&gt;I am doing my homework&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(This is loafing/my short break)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like please lah, I don't even smell my homework on Saturdays. And I actually started on it yesterday. So much for the 'Ling Shi Bao Fuo Jiao'(Last minute) Sunday nights I used to spent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;USED&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing. &lt;strong&gt;I HATE SCHOOL.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15411291-7324527066513843747?l=ploppiedoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7324527066513843747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15411291&amp;postID=7324527066513843747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/7324527066513843747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/7324527066513843747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/2008/01/loafing-loathing.html' title='Loafing, Loathing'/><author><name>Rozann(e)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01511553645557027072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SF504LHDO0I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/qaVpa4JbB5k/S220/Copy+of+Copy+of+IMGP0548.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15411291.post-1932867581111491328</id><published>2008-01-05T15:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T23:37:04.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School's for skunks.</title><content type='html'>On the phone with BAM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's the third day of school, and I officially declare that this is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Worst Year Out Of 8 Years Of Education&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I've got so much homework, and I have to stay back everyday except for Thursday. And the holiday bugs ate my brain or something. I can't remember anything about algebra. Yesterday I just broke down in front of my mom, but my dad (as usual) thinks thats he's the only person who experienced "real" stress. -.- I KNOW that school life is nothing compared to starvation whatnot, but I KNOW I feel stressed when I say I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the last night before school started, I dreamt that I burnt the school down and someone called the cops. When they asked me why, I actually told them that I "wanted to celebrate the opening of school and welcome the new students by planting fireworks". Probably didn't work, cos' the dream cops handcuffed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I got a new phone since 31st Dec 2007. Flippy has retired, and my newest companion is the Red Xpressmusic 5610! :) Love the new headset, great sound.&lt;br /&gt;[It's not every now &amp;amp; then I get a phone. Showing a little joy on it won't hurt YOU right.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I hate school' therefore concludes this post. Night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15411291-1932867581111491328?l=ploppiedoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/feeds/1932867581111491328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15411291&amp;postID=1932867581111491328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/1932867581111491328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/1932867581111491328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/2008/01/schools-for-skunks.html' title='School&apos;s for skunks.'/><author><name>Rozann(e)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01511553645557027072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SF504LHDO0I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/qaVpa4JbB5k/S220/Copy+of+Copy+of+IMGP0548.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15411291.post-4447461047124117607</id><published>2008-01-03T14:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T22:53:30.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Cool for school (Wishing)</title><content type='html'>Today is the first day of school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AND I F*CKING HATE SCHOOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I'll just die in my sleep tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Then again, I spent 4 bloody hours on my homework.&lt;br /&gt;Wtf, I rather die.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15411291-4447461047124117607?l=ploppiedoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/feeds/4447461047124117607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15411291&amp;postID=4447461047124117607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/4447461047124117607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/4447461047124117607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/2008/01/too-cool-for-school-wishing.html' title='Too Cool for school (Wishing)'/><author><name>Rozann(e)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01511553645557027072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SF504LHDO0I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/qaVpa4JbB5k/S220/Copy+of+Copy+of+IMGP0548.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15411291.post-7122354852800048908</id><published>2007-12-31T15:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T00:02:02.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dad's birthday</title><content type='html'>Yo, mammas. Spent the afternoon watching Who's Line Is It Anyway clips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Penin with BAM yesterday due to her unexpectedly sudden freedom and swift cashflow of the day. She got her studded belt, and I bought something I never thought I would buy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Skinny Jeans.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I won't have to buy BAM's Christmas presents for 2 years and 2008's birthday gift :)&lt;br /&gt;$19 to cover three gifts should be okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I sure try to buy something one lor. She knows for sure lor.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we went to Isetan to find my dad's present, and some young salesman (perfume guy) was staring hard at BAM(She didn't like him). Then I believe he got pretty annoyed after I started sniffing all the perfume samples altogether at one time. &lt;em&gt;He did laugh, but I have a feeling he was holding in the urge to run away and screeeeam.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have officially ticked 3 people off, allowing them to suspect my mental soundness in one week. (None thought it was funny. Just, plain terrified.)&lt;br /&gt;- BAM's friend, Kenneth&lt;br /&gt;- Mr 818&lt;br /&gt;- Perfume Guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, we left Isetan and went back to City Hall to go to Grand Park for dad's birthday dinner. BAM displayed her talents of having a no-meat meal and rejecting the abalone. Then we had a little fun in the toilet and on the lobby couch. :D Madness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149795719970506770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/R3e_7CqrSBI/AAAAAAAAAHM/ITMedhB-LX4/s200/DSC01800.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, tomorrow's my granddad's death anniversary. It's been a year already.&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe it. And 2008 is only like, a day away? I don't want to go to school man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, mother staring harder than perfume guy. My cue to boot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Birthday Daddy :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15411291-7122354852800048908?l=ploppiedoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7122354852800048908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15411291&amp;postID=7122354852800048908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/7122354852800048908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/7122354852800048908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/2007/12/dads-birthday.html' title='Dad&apos;s birthday'/><author><name>Rozann(e)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01511553645557027072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SF504LHDO0I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/qaVpa4JbB5k/S220/Copy+of+Copy+of+IMGP0548.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/R3e_7CqrSBI/AAAAAAAAAHM/ITMedhB-LX4/s72-c/DSC01800.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15411291.post-4528545178063628721</id><published>2007-12-28T14:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T22:48:09.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fa-lalalala-lalalala</title><content type='html'>I just received a X'mas card from Vivien Lim! :D&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Jackie, it did come a little late, but its very very sweet. &lt;em&gt;Although she indirectly stated I reminded her of aliens.&lt;/em&gt; But what the heck, Ily Lim Jing Ni :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Borders with BAM and her friend Kenneth yesterday. Then we went for Japanese, and then roller blading at Bukit Batok. (I can't/couldn't/didn't blade) And BAM told me that her friend suspects I'm mentally unsound just because I took the lift to the 17th level of some random HDB and walked down barefooted alone (cos' they didn't seem interested).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm sound. Really.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loraine came over today to pass me some stuff. And we ended up playing old computer games and stuff. And we watched a video on pumpkin cheesecake with a mad man who cut his own finger. Then Onion Rings, Milo, Toblerone, Kitkat, Rum &amp;amp; Raisin, and Milo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CCA tomorrow. I don't think I'm gonna be 100percent awake. But I'll try. Plus, I'm gonna study with BAM and her self-proclaimed Science Prodigy after that. We'll see how it goes, you know, how much effort I'm gonna put into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School starts in about &lt;u&gt;5 DAYS&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I HATE SCHOOL.&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/15411291-4528545178063628721?l=ploppiedoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/feeds/4528545178063628721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15411291&amp;postID=4528545178063628721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/4528545178063628721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/4528545178063628721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/2007/12/fa-lalalala-lalalala.html' title='Fa-lalalala-lalalala'/><author><name>Rozann(e)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01511553645557027072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SF504LHDO0I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/qaVpa4JbB5k/S220/Copy+of+Copy+of+IMGP0548.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15411291.post-1028947434949227434</id><published>2007-12-26T11:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T00:08:06.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>It's Christmas! :D&lt;br /&gt;So have a Merry Christmas or something. (Except for &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;, cornhole.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 days to Dad's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15411291-1028947434949227434?l=ploppiedoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/feeds/1028947434949227434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15411291&amp;postID=1028947434949227434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/1028947434949227434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/1028947434949227434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/2007/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>Rozann(e)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01511553645557027072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SF504LHDO0I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/qaVpa4JbB5k/S220/Copy+of+Copy+of+IMGP0548.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15411291.post-6629496192671882713</id><published>2007-12-23T08:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T16:59:03.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss Universe Minus Brains &amp; Beauty</title><content type='html'>My name is a &lt;strong&gt;disbarrierator&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;'Rozann' apparently unblocks language barriers.&lt;br /&gt;Miss &lt;em&gt;Name&lt;/em&gt; Universe 2007 - Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout year 2007, I have been randomly added by people from countries like&lt;br /&gt;- Malaysia&lt;br /&gt;- USA&lt;br /&gt;- Australia&lt;br /&gt;- Poland&lt;br /&gt;- India&lt;br /&gt;- Arabia&lt;br /&gt;- Morroco&lt;br /&gt;- Spain&lt;br /&gt;- Aurelia (Iowa)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ask them why they added me. And the reasons given are like&lt;br /&gt;- "But you're *&lt;strong&gt;Their Own Nationality&lt;/strong&gt;*"&lt;br /&gt;- "You can speak *&lt;strong&gt;Their Own Language&lt;/strong&gt;* right?"&lt;br /&gt;- " Let's meet in *&lt;strong&gt;Their Own Country&lt;/strong&gt;*."&lt;br /&gt;- "Please teach me English!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All based on my name.&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, I failed Geography this year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15411291-6629496192671882713?l=ploppiedoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/feeds/6629496192671882713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15411291&amp;postID=6629496192671882713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/6629496192671882713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/6629496192671882713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/2007/12/miss-universe-minus-brains-beauty.html' title='Miss Universe Minus Brains &amp; Beauty'/><author><name>Rozann(e)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01511553645557027072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SF504LHDO0I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/qaVpa4JbB5k/S220/Copy+of+Copy+of+IMGP0548.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15411291.post-5953623478440910197</id><published>2007-12-22T14:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T22:20:16.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Free Rice Dot Com</title><content type='html'>If you use the computer more than the toilet, and need a way to atone for your attempt to walk away from the donation tin or that old beggar, here's a good way to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.freerice.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;www.freerice.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For every word you guess right, you will obtain &lt;strong&gt;20 grains of rice&lt;/strong&gt; for the poor, courtesy of the United Nations World Food Program. A fun way to expand your atrocious vocab and improve your essays, and feed the truly hungry. Just pick an answer from the four given options. Or go the extra mile, Dictionary.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do something good this Christmas. It won't kill you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*For more information on world hunger and poverty, go to &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.poverty.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;www.poverty.com&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15411291-5953623478440910197?l=ploppiedoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/feeds/5953623478440910197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15411291&amp;postID=5953623478440910197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/5953623478440910197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/5953623478440910197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/2007/12/free-rice-dot-com.html' title='Free Rice Dot Com'/><author><name>Rozann(e)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01511553645557027072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SF504LHDO0I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/qaVpa4JbB5k/S220/Copy+of+Copy+of+IMGP0548.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15411291.post-3578649646326139165</id><published>2007-12-21T16:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T16:57:28.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cranky B*tch After 9.30</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Wednesday 12th&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to BAM's house to watch 881 and the whole bunch of kids came. She has so many kid neighbours. Then later in the evening, we went to Mustafa with BAM to get her camera. It's $555.55 I think. And the Indian Salesman speaks perfect Mandarin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Friday 14th&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for piano, then went to meet Goh Wei Ting for lunch. Then we saw the female GWT at the Kopitiam. How lucky can I get. 2 GWTs at the same spot. Then went to Loraine's house to bake a flat chocolate thing that looked like burnt brown vomit. But it still tastes good, so it wasn't unsuccessful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Saturday 15th&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to BAM's house. And we went to celebrate BAM's dad's birthday at Long Beach in the evening. And fiddled with her camera. A lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sunday 16th&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liverpool VS Man Utd! :D Finally came. (0-1)&lt;br /&gt;And Arsenal VS Chelsea (1-0)&lt;br /&gt;Arsenal 40, Man Utd 39. Still got hope :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tuesday 18th&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went X'mas shopping at Orchard with my cousins for the entire day. Shopping is incomplete though. Bought my bro's new wallet. Still smells ex okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Thursday 20th&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Which is supposed to be the unofficial today)&lt;br /&gt;Went to watch Alvin &amp;amp; The Chipmunks with GWT and Vivien at JE!&lt;br /&gt;God, I miss them. And I got my Rulang teddy bear from GWT! :D&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to the Science Centre and I bought Outer Space Ice Cream! It's the kind astronauts eat. I bought chocolate with chocolate chips for my cousin as an X'mas gift!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, exhausted. But I can't sleep. And I'm pretty upset over some bozotic occurance that just happened. I need to read something or something. Ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15411291-3578649646326139165?l=ploppiedoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/feeds/3578649646326139165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15411291&amp;postID=3578649646326139165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/3578649646326139165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/3578649646326139165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/2007/12/cranky-btch-day-after-930.html' title='Cranky B*tch After 9.30'/><author><name>Rozann(e)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01511553645557027072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SF504LHDO0I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/qaVpa4JbB5k/S220/Copy+of+Copy+of+IMGP0548.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15411291.post-3373867046815666744</id><published>2007-12-12T16:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T00:14:32.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My bleachy week</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I HAVE &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FINISHED &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WATCHING&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ALL AVAILABLE &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EPISODES OF&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BLEACH SO FAR!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started only 4 days back (excluding 3rd Dec, cos' I watched an episode I watched before) where I stopped at 87, and the latest is 151, which means I have watched 64 episodes in 4 days, at an average of 16 episodes per day! I'm a happy Bleach fan :D But now I'll have to wait weekly just like everyone else. Darn, I can't stand it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;THURSDAY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to JB last thursday with my mom, aunt and cousins to shop. Bought quite a lot of stuff, like in Shenzhen. But I managed to restrict the purchase of footwear. Also shopped a little for Christmas gifts. JB is pretty shoppable. I might go back there for further Xmas shopping :) And I managed to buy PhotoShop for BAM's projects :D And Hilda got Cake Mania!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;FRIDAY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin called it 'Tanjong Katong Day'. We followed our grandma to Katong to look for my grandfather's cousin's daughter, or distant niece (I think) and we didn't have her contact number, so we went around Katong and every mall/complex/shopping centre encountered to look for their Kueh shop, and we missed the stop so we ended up at Bedok Interchange. Then we took a taxi back to Katong, but we weren't sure where we were going, so the Taxi driver was damn rude. (He mentioned racist stuff cos' we my grandma spoke Malay)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hope they produce a new show like Motormouth-cum-Boiling Point show in Singapore to catch the super rude and impatient drivers on CCTV and broadcast it nationwide or something.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but we did we found this Peranakan restaurant, Kim Choo's or something. They had a little heritage store on the 2nd level! And I bought pineapple tarts back :D Oh yeah, in the end, "Chui Bo", so we took a bus from Roxy Square to Aljunied MRT and went home. It was pretty fun though :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;SATURDAY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for piano in the morning, then later in the afternoon I went to BAM's house to watch Hairspray and plan her next photoshoot and search for inspiration in her room, and do strange things like challenge some kid to a Spongebob trivia and play the piano while her dad play the drums until nighttime. Apparently her computer cannot read Barbie CD-ROMs! Poor thing.&lt;br /&gt;Came home after that, and started watching Bleach :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;SUNDAY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Bleach the whole day, while gorging on God-knows-what-I-found-in-the-kitchen. Then later in the evening, my cousins came over for dinner, and we watch the Middlesbrough vs Arsenal match, and that piehole-of-a-brother used my computer to check the betting odds, trying to make me look like a gambling queen -.- Match ended 2-1, which means there's much to look forward to. Man Utd is just one point away! Then continued watching Bleach :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the rest of the days I postponed everything and spent the afternoon watching Bleach! And tomorrow I'm finally getting out of the house again. I'm going to get BAM's camera with her! And we're going to celebrate by um, making tomato soup first thing in the morning. And we're gonna watch some local movie DVDs or something. Oh yeah, and I'm going to watch Beauty World next year! Seems a little too early to announce but I can't wait! Watching something in the Esplanade is making me feel so &lt;em&gt;Hai-Crass &lt;/em&gt;all of a sudden. :D And Dick Lee is so talented. I'm finally getting to watch his work live!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend sms-ed me and told me how excited she is about school, which opens in about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;20 DAYS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Gulp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;* My post is on 12/12 and was submitted 12.12 am. I feel cool :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15411291-3373867046815666744?l=ploppiedoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/feeds/3373867046815666744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15411291&amp;postID=3373867046815666744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/3373867046815666744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/3373867046815666744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-bleachy-week.html' title='My bleachy week'/><author><name>Rozann(e)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01511553645557027072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SF504LHDO0I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/qaVpa4JbB5k/S220/Copy+of+Copy+of+IMGP0548.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15411291.post-7832739246985448384</id><published>2007-12-04T15:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T23:34:10.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There was an emo hawaiian in my house!</title><content type='html'>Aloha. This blog is almost stale.&lt;br /&gt;(Bridget with eyeliner + my floral shorts = Emo Hawaiian)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been, almost a month? I need to update. Lots of stuff done, just not bothered to blog. The november's angklung practices are over, so there's one last one on December 28. I also spent Deepavali doing something, just not sure what. Went out with a few old friends, and then went to Hongkong/ShenZhen. Went to Disneyland, Ocean Park and shopped a lot :) Oh yeah, I also got a haircut! Now it's straighter and I got ugly bangs. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;* Check my online album for photos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Bridget came over, and I showed her what I bought for her from Hongkong. She was so annoyed. I got her a pair of yellow shoes (pumps), because that bozo has a problem pronouncing &lt;strong&gt;yellow&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;shoe&lt;/strong&gt;. So the moment i gave them to her, she went " Eh, &lt;strong&gt;Yallow Shius&lt;/strong&gt;!" Then she took a while to understand, and started to chase me around the house screaming. And there was also another present inside, and they were earrings. &lt;strong&gt;Yallow Shiu&lt;/strong&gt; earrings. ;D&lt;br /&gt;That mad thing ate the whole serving of vegetables as I watched in awe. I even took a picture. She ate an amount which was never finished in my family before. That's about 4 people's servings. &lt;em&gt;Unfortunately, she still suffers from bowel movement complications. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I've resumed watching Bleach during the holidays! :D So byebye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15411291-7832739246985448384?l=ploppiedoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7832739246985448384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15411291&amp;postID=7832739246985448384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/7832739246985448384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/7832739246985448384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/2007/12/there-was-emo-hawaiian-in-my-house.html' title='There was an emo hawaiian in my house!'/><author><name>Rozann(e)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01511553645557027072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SF504LHDO0I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/qaVpa4JbB5k/S220/Copy+of+Copy+of+IMGP0548.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15411291.post-7985108831351032768</id><published>2007-11-29T16:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T16:56:27.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post HK/ShenZhen Post</title><content type='html'>HongKong/ShenZhen was pretty fun.&lt;br /&gt;I love smelly tofu.&lt;br /&gt;Pictures explain better than words.&lt;br /&gt;Byebye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Check out the photoalbum)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15411291-7985108831351032768?l=ploppiedoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7985108831351032768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15411291&amp;postID=7985108831351032768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/7985108831351032768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15411291/posts/default/7985108831351032768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploppiedoo.blogspot.com/2007/11/post-hkshenzhen-post.html' title='Post HK/ShenZhen Post'/><author><name>Rozann(e)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01511553645557027072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_oLfZpsVCscc/SF504LHDO0I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/qaVpa4JbB5k/S220/Copy+of+Copy+of+IMGP0548.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
