<?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-10342569</id><updated>2011-04-22T03:30:23.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girl of the World</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://number27.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10342569/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://number27.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>lambie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12840989649697503515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y240/lambie01/thDSC00201.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>51</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10342569.post-111460770266228048</id><published>2005-04-27T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T21:15:02.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello, my fellow non-communist comrades.&lt;br /&gt;i have shifted, again, to &lt;a href="http://candy-delusions.blogspot.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;apologies for the trouble. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10342569-111460770266228048?l=number27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://number27.blogspot.com/feeds/111460770266228048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10342569&amp;postID=111460770266228048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10342569/posts/default/111460770266228048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10342569/posts/default/111460770266228048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://number27.blogspot.com/2005/04/hello-my-fellow-non-communist-comrades.html' title=''/><author><name>lambie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12840989649697503515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y240/lambie01/thDSC00201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10342569.post-111452200872334777</id><published>2005-04-26T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T21:26:48.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Dish of the Day: Mr. Lonely- Akon&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like only that whiny voice. but it sorta reminds me of chucky. :S&lt;br /&gt;anyway, work today has been good! i finally took a cake order WITHOUT mistakes. &lt;br /&gt;applause, applause!!!&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;and it turns out that my supervisor isn't really as ah lian as i thought. it's just that she was brought up in a hokkien environment and stuff. she didn't join gangs or anything like that. &lt;br /&gt;the best part was when she told me about the old girls that used to work at the great world branch- some from those ang soon tong and 369 and stuff like that, and they end up squabbling and going "ta bu shuang wo ma!", and have it out in the kitchen. &lt;br /&gt;tehehe, it must be have been quite comical.&lt;br /&gt;"i shall put your head in the bread cutter!"&lt;br /&gt;oops. sadist.&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;i'm awaiting the first day of school. or my first spanish lesson!&lt;br /&gt;jia you people of the o levels. &lt;br /&gt;repeat after me: slacking is bad.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10342569-111452200872334777?l=number27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://number27.blogspot.com/feeds/111452200872334777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10342569&amp;postID=111452200872334777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10342569/posts/default/111452200872334777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10342569/posts/default/111452200872334777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://number27.blogspot.com/2005/04/dish-of-day-mr.html' title=''/><author><name>lambie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12840989649697503515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y240/lambie01/thDSC00201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10342569.post-111435728442593699</id><published>2005-04-24T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T23:41:24.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Dish of the Day: You Get Me- Michelle Branch&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;So I'm a little out of center&lt;br /&gt;I'm a little out of tune&lt;br /&gt;Some say i'm paranormal&lt;br /&gt;So i just bend their spoon&lt;br /&gt;Who wants to be ordinary&lt;br /&gt;In a crazy mixed up world&lt;br /&gt;I don't care what their saying&lt;br /&gt;As long as I'm your girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey you were on my side&lt;br /&gt;and they... they just rolled their eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get me&lt;br /&gt;When nobody understands&lt;br /&gt;You come and take a chance (baby)&lt;br /&gt;You get me&lt;br /&gt;You look inside my wild mind&lt;br /&gt;Never knowin' what you'll find&lt;br /&gt;Still you want me all the time&lt;br /&gt;Yeah you do&lt;br /&gt;Yeah you get me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what if I see the sunshine&lt;br /&gt;In the pourning rain&lt;br /&gt;Some people think i'm crazy&lt;br /&gt;But you say it's o kay&lt;br /&gt;You've seen my secret garden&lt;br /&gt;Where all my of flowers grow&lt;br /&gt;In my imagination anything goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I.. I am all you want&lt;br /&gt;They.. they just read me wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get me&lt;br /&gt;When nobody understands&lt;br /&gt;You come and hold my hand (baby)&lt;br /&gt;You get me&lt;br /&gt;You look inside my wild mind&lt;br /&gt;Never knowin what you'll find&lt;br /&gt;Still you want me all the time&lt;br /&gt;Yeah you do&lt;br /&gt;Cause you get me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay i finally finished watching Zhan Shen! you know, the serial that stars zai zai and the shan cai person. oh yea, Big S.&lt;br /&gt;it's nice!! it isn't like those typical taiwanese shows... something special yet scary about it. how often does a drama make you feel different?&lt;br /&gt;something i caught from the psycho character of the show:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"our happiness is always built on someone's misery, isn't it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although it's suppose to come from the psycho character, this sentence did sort of strike me. after all, it's like our mums. they give us money to buy a certain something, making us happy, and yet because our mums want us to be happy they cannot buy what they want. &lt;br /&gt;perhaps, that's what it means to have a balance. for someone to experience joy, another must experience pain. it isn't fair but i suppose that's how the world works. &lt;br /&gt;anyhow, it's a great show. do catch it. :)&lt;br /&gt;the old me would never have time for all these. but then again, it's the old me. &lt;br /&gt;better relax while i still have the time eh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss that smile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10342569-111435728442593699?l=number27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://number27.blogspot.com/feeds/111435728442593699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10342569&amp;postID=111435728442593699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10342569/posts/default/111435728442593699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10342569/posts/default/111435728442593699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://number27.blogspot.com/2005/04/dish-of-day-you-get-me-michelle-branch.html' title=''/><author><name>lambie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12840989649697503515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y240/lambie01/thDSC00201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10342569.post-111409220246628198</id><published>2005-04-21T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T22:03:22.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Dish of the Day: Goodbye- Air Supply&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so irritated. i cant TAG.&lt;br /&gt;to jane: aiyah, why leave!!! :( everybody's leaving.... anyway, i also think marcus looks like josh harnett. hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;to everybody else: i cant tag and i'm irritated. :/ i've got loads of rubbish to leave at everybody's blog but i cant!!! AHHH!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, with the casinos and all, i cant help but feel like doomsday is approaching. at least, it's probably going to be in our era. i really think those politicians who assume building more mental institutions is going to help dont really know what it is like to be in real debt. gee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10342569-111409220246628198?l=number27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://number27.blogspot.com/feeds/111409220246628198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10342569&amp;postID=111409220246628198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10342569/posts/default/111409220246628198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10342569/posts/default/111409220246628198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://number27.blogspot.com/2005/04/dish-of-day-goodbye-air-supply-i-am-so.html' title=''/><author><name>lambie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12840989649697503515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y240/lambie01/thDSC00201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10342569.post-111400392161120564</id><published>2005-04-20T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T21:32:01.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm going to change my addy. after all, i'm no longer part of the SAJC soccer team. &lt;br /&gt;:( &lt;br /&gt;how about-&lt;br /&gt;artificialpaintbrush?&lt;br /&gt;poisongoober?&lt;br /&gt;wifeofspongebob?&lt;br /&gt;squarepants?&lt;br /&gt;loveandhate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think poisongoober sounds nice. maybe poison-goober. mm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10342569-111400392161120564?l=number27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://number27.blogspot.com/feeds/111400392161120564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10342569&amp;postID=111400392161120564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10342569/posts/default/111400392161120564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10342569/posts/default/111400392161120564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://number27.blogspot.com/2005/04/im-going-to-change-my-addy.html' title=''/><author><name>lambie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12840989649697503515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y240/lambie01/thDSC00201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10342569.post-111399908998908206</id><published>2005-04-20T20:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T20:11:29.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i can't tag !!!! :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10342569-111399908998908206?l=number27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://number27.blogspot.com/feeds/111399908998908206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10342569&amp;postID=111399908998908206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10342569/posts/default/111399908998908206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10342569/posts/default/111399908998908206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://number27.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-cant-tag.html' title=''/><author><name>lambie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12840989649697503515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y240/lambie01/thDSC00201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10342569.post-111399656217151454</id><published>2005-04-20T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T19:29:22.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Dish of the Day: Canon In D- Pachelbel&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love this piece. i think it's really peaceful... too bad i wasn't skilled enough to play it when i had the chance. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, went out to jog. thought through lots of things. i was feeling quite lazy so i took a bus to clementi after that to buy contact lens holder. luckily i remembered the solution. otherwise i can soak my lenses in my tears.&lt;br /&gt;bought a big gulp and walked home. i purposely chose the path that would lead me down new town... the path i always took to walk from school to eat mac. :P it feels so ironic walking backwards down the same road.&lt;br /&gt;ex-student. grr. i feel so old. i wish i can go back into new town and moan and groan about how ugly my uniform is. i do not think i can ever stop reminiscing. i'm rather pathetic eh.&lt;br /&gt;i wish i can wear my gola shoes and get caught by mr lau again. &lt;br /&gt;i wish i can play chap teh like i did in sec 3. the fact that i sucked at it doesnt matter.&lt;br /&gt;i wish i can talk to him like i used to; i remember him watching me and my clean cut friends, me watching him and his pai kia friends, passing each other. hahaa. at least i know how it feels to truly be in two completely different worlds, to be a good little scholarship girl, with him smoking and his head on my lap. can friendship really never last? how do you rely on a person so much that after a while it makes you cry, especially when you see the differences between the two of you cut that precious bond apart, literally once and for all?&lt;br /&gt;does pain have to be explicitly explained before it can be understood? or is its notion enough?&lt;br /&gt;i am asking too many questions. *cackles &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: remember to study, all you folks taking mid years. I AM WATCHING YOU. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10342569-111399656217151454?l=number27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://number27.blogspot.com/feeds/111399656217151454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10342569&amp;postID=111399656217151454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10342569/posts/default/111399656217151454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10342569/posts/default/111399656217151454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://number27.blogspot.com/2005/04/dish-of-day-canon-in-d-pachelbel-i.html' title=''/><author><name>lambie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12840989649697503515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y240/lambie01/thDSC00201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10342569.post-111383813769124530</id><published>2005-04-18T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T23:28:57.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Dish of the Day: Sunshine- Gabrielle&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;sunshine through my window&lt;br&gt;that's what you are&lt;br&gt;my shining star&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;sunshine&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;making me feel&lt;br&gt;like i'm on top of the world&lt;br&gt;telling me i'll go far&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, i am a nutcase. i've finally finished watching Love At Dolphin Bay! &lt;br /&gt;and yes, it is a taiwanese pop serial. but who cares. :P&lt;br /&gt;most meaningful line i caught (translated):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;in my heart there is a mountain, and i want to bring you to its peak, and sit you up there always.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sweeeeet. i was bawling like a baby through all those scenes. &lt;br /&gt;must the love we imagine really be delusional?&lt;br /&gt;hmm. thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;and people, go read Disgrace by J.M. Coetzee! initially i was afraid it was gonna be some perverted book about old men and their lusts, but it turned out to be something unique. no wonder it won the Nobel Prize for Literature. &lt;br /&gt;speaking of Nobel, poor guy. he needed to do something like that in order to clear his mistake of creating bombs. i mean, surely he didn't mean to kill loads of people with his invention, but he did.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, i guess we do not need to be the one to put our hands to an evil deed to be somehow deemed evil.&lt;br /&gt;work has been a bore. sorta fell sick again.&lt;br /&gt;oh, and roy left today. marcus gonna leave again, then jane too....&lt;br /&gt;there is always so much leaving to be done. sigh. &lt;br /&gt;and to all taking mid-years: you BETTER KICK BIG BUTTS WITH YOUR AWESOME RESULTS.&lt;br /&gt;:D you do not have to be a nerd to be a winner. trust me, trust me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10342569-111383813769124530?l=number27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://number27.blogspot.com/feeds/111383813769124530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10342569&amp;postID=111383813769124530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10342569/posts/default/111383813769124530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10342569/posts/default/111383813769124530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://number27.blogspot.com/2005/04/dish-of-day-sunshine-gabrielle.html' title=''/><author><name>lambie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12840989649697503515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y240/lambie01/thDSC00201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10342569.post-111340587471046826</id><published>2005-04-13T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T23:31:08.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am stunned by what people type on the New Paper Blogs, with regards to the casino issue.&lt;br /&gt;they say that having a casino is not going to be problem since we already have lee ways like 4D, TOTO, stock market and such. and he claimed that he knew 2 people who commited suicide because of their losses at the stock market.&lt;br /&gt;oh ok, so we build the casino so that more people can jump off and die because more people get involved in gambling and cause themselves financial problems that they are inept to handle?&lt;br /&gt;goodness.&lt;br /&gt;singapore is too small to be a sin city. we do not even have a capital. &lt;br /&gt;so the news said that the government predicts only 2.3% of the population will become or already are compulsive gamblers.&lt;br /&gt;let's see. that's 92000 people, on a rough estimate that the population is about 4 million.&lt;br /&gt;why, it's 92000. only 92000 people will cause the people around them to suffer and accumulate debts and face the risks of bankruptcy, not because they failed in businesses or stuff like that, but because of GAMBLING. &lt;br /&gt;that is just so comforting. gee. &lt;br /&gt;let's assume that half that number have families; say one spouse and a kid. then the number would be.. &lt;br /&gt;46000x2(people they affect) + 92000(since the gamblers themselves are affected)= 184000. that is for one year. &lt;br /&gt;so the government thinks they are that good? i mean, aren't we suppose to be far-sighted people that put down the problem before it catches up with us? must we really have the 'minority' kill themselves, destroy their families even further (look how many happy homes we have now), have our newspapers filled with "BANKRUPTCY RATE INCREASED DRAMATICALLY", and have our lives be turned into the Las Vegas tv serial, practice unsafe sex like them and done on those famous leopard print shirts like loan sharks before we try to salvage the social situation of the country? if that many people can be affected, what will also become of the productiveness of the people? i lost a dad because of money problems; even then there wasn't a casino in singapore to tempt him and add on to his credit card woes. he incurred a few thousand here and there, now and then in macau already anyway. i just do not want to see more and more people ending up with a broken home like i did. i mean, not everybody is rich enough to support gambling craves, and certainly, not everybody is rich enough to pay off the debts that come when lady luck stops smiling on them at the roulette table. i'm not implying that everybody is going to become compulsive gamblers, but really, do we all think we are able to exercise that self-control and not go beyond limits we cannot push? after all, everything starts out as fun. &lt;i&gt;let's have sex. everybody's doing it. it won't hurt a bit.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;so is that it? do we really just go have sex, have fun and get high, keep doin it? after all, i'm young, i won't die. neither will i get pregnant. oh, and i won't get addicted to drugs either. young people just do not suffer that way. is that it? wait till we get into trouble before we cry and wait to die? &lt;br /&gt;the same principle applies to gambling, don't you think? &lt;br /&gt;sometimes, i think adults are even more blinded than we kids are. that's not good news. &lt;br /&gt;184000: that's more than half of the number who died or went missing in the tsunami. i think the fate of these 184000 will be worse than death. i kinda see why my dad wanted to kill himself now. desperate people do stupid things, so why create all the opportunites for more people to become more desperate? it will somehow annihilate us in the long run. &lt;br /&gt;i hope i didn't offend anyone. i hope it speaks to those who pushed for the casino to be built. &lt;-- PLEASE OPEN YOUR EYES AND SEE THAT SINGAPORE IS NOT PLEASANTVILLE.&lt;br /&gt;no casinos for singapore!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10342569-111340587471046826?l=number27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://number27.blogspot.com/feeds/111340587471046826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10342569&amp;postID=111340587471046826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10342569/posts/default/111340587471046826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10342569/posts/default/111340587471046826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://number27.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-am-stunned-by-what-people-type-on.html' title=''/><author><name>lambie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12840989649697503515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y240/lambie01/thDSC00201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10342569.post-111339921415154722</id><published>2005-04-13T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T21:33:34.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Dish of the Day: One Last Cry- Brian McKnight&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh geez those mosquitoes are buzzing everywhere. :/&lt;br /&gt;but anyhow, i'm really happy that the guys won!! 3rd in the nationals. WOW. :D&lt;br /&gt;apparently, new town achieved the same feat 15 years ago. hahaha! yay. hopefully it's a cycle. :P&lt;br /&gt;i'm a happy person today; with all that literally inexhaustible amount of sleep. took a look at the lappies and i think i'm gonna get the Acer one over the Mac. mac is waaay too incompatible; i'll have to spend like a fortune on the software alone. and that darn windows simulator is like, 500 bucks. just for one stupid Visual Basics. grrr. *spoil my mac dream&lt;br /&gt;i'm watching disney channel right now. what an entertainment, along with another sad song. :)&lt;br /&gt;how's my new layout by the way?? nice?? i've come to realize that my skins tend to be quite dark. hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;My shattered dreams and broken heart&lt;br /&gt;Are mending on the shelf&lt;br /&gt;I saw you holding hands&lt;br /&gt;Standing close to someone else&lt;br /&gt;Now I sit all alone&lt;br /&gt;Wishing all my feeling was gone&lt;br /&gt;I gave my best to you&lt;br /&gt;Nothing for me to do&lt;br /&gt;But have one last cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last cry&lt;br /&gt;Before I leave it all behind&lt;br /&gt;I've gotta put you out of my mind this time&lt;br /&gt;Stop living a lie&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm down to my last cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was here, you were there&lt;br /&gt;Guess we never could agree&lt;br /&gt;While the sun shines on you&lt;br /&gt;I need some love to rain on me&lt;br /&gt;Still I sit all alone&lt;br /&gt;Wishing all my feeling was gone&lt;br /&gt;Gotta get over you&lt;br /&gt;Nothing for me to do&lt;br /&gt;But have one last cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last cry&lt;br /&gt;Before I leave it all behind&lt;br /&gt;I've gotta put you out of my mind this time&lt;br /&gt;Stop living a lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I gotta be strong&lt;br /&gt;Cause round me life goes on and on and on and on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna dry my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Right after I end my one last cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last cry&lt;br /&gt;Before I leave it all behind&lt;br /&gt;I've gotta put you out of my mind for the very last  time&lt;br /&gt;Been living a lie&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm down &lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm down&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm down...&lt;br /&gt;to my last cry&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10342569-111339921415154722?l=number27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://number27.blogspot.com/feeds/111339921415154722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10342569&amp;postID=111339921415154722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10342569/posts/default/111339921415154722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10342569/posts/default/111339921415154722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://number27.blogspot.com/2005/04/dish-of-day-one-last-cry-brian.html' title=''/><author><name>lambie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12840989649697503515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y240/lambie01/thDSC00201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10342569.post-111321999884815256</id><published>2005-04-11T19:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T19:46:38.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Dish of the Day: Now That You're Near- Hillsong&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm upset. i feel like crying.&lt;br /&gt;we prayed so hard, they tried so hard, but we still lost to catholic high. &lt;br /&gt;72-74.&lt;br /&gt;but still, although we all clearly saw the referee being bias, there were some mistakes made. i think the new town guys are the true winners though. :) maybe not by points, but by their unity and integrity. they did their best and that's what is most crucial. &lt;br /&gt;first time in new town history that the team has went so far!!! *big applause :D&lt;br /&gt;my heart was with them all the way! they have done us proud!! :D&lt;br /&gt;amen amen??? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10342569-111321999884815256?l=number27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://number27.blogspot.com/feeds/111321999884815256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10342569&amp;postID=111321999884815256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10342569/posts/default/111321999884815256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10342569/posts/default/111321999884815256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://number27.blogspot.com/2005/04/dish-of-day-now-that-youre-near.html' title=''/><author><name>lambie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12840989649697503515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y240/lambie01/thDSC00201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10342569.post-111314656551254255</id><published>2005-04-10T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T23:26:24.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ahh.. was surfing blogs when i noticed that people are looking back on memories. i guess reading all that reminded me of mine? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_the chronicles of jasmine in new town_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember my first day of school, suffering from mishaps when i hadnt even reached the school. because i was so kiasu, i packed &lt;i&gt;every single&lt;/i&gt; book into my bag, and as a result my bag was huge and i almost toppled over cuz of the weight, when i gei kiang and tried to go to the upper deck of the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my first friend was huiqi! :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt know what a chio bu was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once, i was walking by myself, when some girl said "kao bei!", and i got so shocked at why she wanted to curse her father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;getting to know baoling, daphne, joyce and jin li. :) eating together, having fun, saying stupid jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NDP 2001!!! what a sense of achievement; and all the people i got to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sec 2 was the best year. vernon was always saying i was a smarty pants. i was one of the favourites for copying homework from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daph they all sabo-ed me on my birthday. they volunteered me to go onstage to dance while i was crippled. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and wai kit chasing each other around everyday. he'll always come and tap me, and then i'll get irritated and we'll run round and round around the pillar like some indian movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the 2/4 girls dancing that thing you do for music test!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;falling in love with yong kai's primary school best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;getting to know paul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dancing sk8ter boi with xinyi, nat, jin li and cheryl!! we ALMOST could win sth budden that mrs tye thought we lacked coordination cuz xinyi and nat banged into other while doing the cartwheels. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all my struggles learning the clarinet! finally becoming an NCO in band and knowing how it feels to be a leader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cultural Rhapsody 2002. the best performance the band ever had. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;started playing basketball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sec 3 was my crap year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got myself into the top class. started to slack; copied homework all the time. i was a total bee-yatch la basically. paul was a bad influence.. hahaha. :P i hope he doesnt read this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got further into my drinking habit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baoling getting into trouble with amerilla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had li hua as my class partner, who was absolutely the nicest person and always lent me her homework to copy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;started failing tests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going through intensive training for SYF.. and coming back with a silver!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;knowing what it means to fail; going through the traumas of boyfriends. i realised i've got commitment phobia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;promoted to Head Quartermistress in band; i finally learnt how to sew. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got my tattoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and jin li sharing our hearts. my bestie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meeting the sec 2 Outram sec drum major who was ABSOLUTELY cute (agreed by me, bao and jin). then we were invited to tis party that he organised at a club which was quite bad (honest). we dragged ming ren along and he outshone everybody cuz they couldnt even do a handstand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;getting into a fling. it just proved how stupid i actually was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally, when i was nearing the end of the rope, i got to know God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sec 4: a year of renewal. :) started trying to kick my drinking habit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;began to do my homework. i did almost every maths assignment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;getting ben back to tutor me and save the day (thank God for tis wonderfully patient tutor!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;studying with mich, david they all. drawing determination to achieve results together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;venture camp at sarimbun. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40-Day Fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;getting baptized!! the thrill at sharing my testimony to 2000 people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the dreadful O's, and the end of it. on the 19th i was out till 3am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prom!!!! every girl was so beautiful. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going on a humanitarian/mission trip to Chiang Mai, with bel, clemmy, chris, wei min, julee, yanqi and aunna. God opened our eyes to so many things. plus seeing a whole sky of stars, singing carols and waking up to a 10-degrees weather on the mountain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G12 retreat. cycling the double with wei min and screaming when we went down the slope. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FCBC christmas bash!! tonning the whole night at Esplanade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new year's eve bbq at my house. the atmosphere of having 150000 people dying elsewhere. relinquishing our thoughts of a countdown... what a great year we all had. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going to SAJC, getting into 05A42, playing pool with marcel, joachim, yong kia and hong ian. knowing all the fabulous, diverse personalities that i'll never forget. not to mention when marcel said "i don't like you" to mr daryl lim. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow. it's such a long list. i shall not cry. &lt;br /&gt;i miss everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10342569-111314656551254255?l=number27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://number27.blogspot.com/feeds/111314656551254255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10342569&amp;postID=111314656551254255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10342569/posts/default/111314656551254255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10342569/posts/default/111314656551254255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://number27.blogspot.com/2005/04/ahh.html' title=''/><author><name>lambie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12840989649697503515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y240/lambie01/thDSC00201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10342569.post-111313755244756624</id><published>2005-04-10T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T20:52:32.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Dish of the Day: Fly- Sugar Ray&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is such a humba wamba song. &lt;br /&gt;anyhow, G12 was great. :) it's been such a long time since i weeped; the kind of tears that come immediately and you don't know how the tear glands worked so fast.&lt;br /&gt;ooh and i'm watching thr NKF now. i've never been a fan since it's not my money that goes to them. :X &lt;br /&gt;ok i guess that's mean.&lt;br /&gt;but anyway, i just want to highlight my very nice supervisor who let me off work tml, so i can catch the bball match against catholic high!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;this is an example of a blessing. *beams&lt;br /&gt;wini: i used to aspire to get married to a russian mafia boss. kinda cool eh?? and i get to wear black prada all the time.&lt;br /&gt;but i want those 'fit' mafia bosses. not those with huge hairy bellies. and it'll be really nice if he has chiseled features and nice grey eyes, and goes "my baby" in a husky voice.&lt;br /&gt;mmmm. ;)&lt;br /&gt;well yeah, i'm demanding. &lt;br /&gt;i guess it's quite impossible to find rich handsome guys that aren't too egoistic. &lt;br /&gt;so you see, that's why i gave up my dream.&lt;br /&gt;right now i'm thinking, "what a load of bullocks!" :D i'm not making much sense. &lt;br /&gt;iiii just wanna flyyy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;spread your love on flyy&lt;br&gt;all around the world statues crumble for me&lt;br&gt;who knows how long i've loved you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;fly&lt;i&gt;sugarray&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10342569-111313755244756624?l=number27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://number27.blogspot.com/feeds/111313755244756624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10342569&amp;postID=111313755244756624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10342569/posts/default/111313755244756624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10342569/posts/default/111313755244756624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://number27.blogspot.com/2005/04/dish-of-day-fly-sugar-ray-this-is-such.html' title=''/><author><name>lambie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12840989649697503515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y240/lambie01/thDSC00201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10342569.post-111297988289486557</id><published>2005-04-09T00:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T01:04:42.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Dish of the Day: I'll Never Break Your Heart- Backstreet Boys&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;backstreet revival!!!&lt;br /&gt;i'm SO awaiting their new album. :D they are, after all, the only non-black boy band that can do an a cappella.&lt;br /&gt;plus i used to be so infatuated with nick carter. baby fats and all. :P&lt;br /&gt;i've been quite washed up with G12 conference and all, getting home past 12 for 2 days already. not to mention all the forms in the ngee ann matriculation package. sooo many things. better to settle as early as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know if i should be excited about my new life. i anticipate lots of pigging out due to stress and lack of exercise, which all points to possible ballooning.&lt;br /&gt;what kind of recreation can i join in a poly... ?? &lt;br /&gt;OMgosh. magnum force. they might need people to form the base of their pyramids.&lt;br /&gt;:S what if??? &lt;br /&gt;just kidding. :D&lt;br /&gt;anyway, work is getting really mundane. yawn. &lt;br /&gt;i'm proud to announce though, that the new town bball guys have made it to the top 4!!! the last time new town even made it to the nationals was like, two decades ago. now they are in the TOP 4 of the country!!! that's like, wow. i wonder how it feels to achieve so much. &lt;br /&gt;anyhow, my eyelids are getting heavy. time to shut those windows. nitey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10342569-111297988289486557?l=number27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://number27.blogspot.com/feeds/111297988289486557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10342569&amp;postID=111297988289486557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10342569/posts/default/111297988289486557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10342569/posts/default/111297988289486557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://number27.blogspot.com/2005/04/dish-of-day-ill-never-break-your-heart.html' title=''/><author><name>lambie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12840989649697503515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y240/lambie01/thDSC00201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10342569.post-111279353533264081</id><published>2005-04-06T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T21:18:55.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Dish of the Day: Almost Over You- Sheena Easton&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh crap. why do i keep listening to this song.&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, i cant believe i forgot to report a RARE sighting. i caught it a couple of days ago.&lt;br /&gt;now, what i saw was just weird. with a capital W. &lt;br /&gt;(moment of suspense)&lt;br /&gt;I CAUGHT AN ANG MOH SPEAKING SINGLISH!! AND HE'S EVEN BETTER THAN ME!!! &lt;br /&gt;i was trying to stop myself from bowling over with laughter. trust me, it was hard.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;he's actually quite cute, but that tornado-aftershock combo hairdo just spoilt everything.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, after reading all the Venture postings i do feel quite upset, because there is no way i can take part in the kayaking expedition, or continue on with the Venture Standard. i might even have problems finishing the NYAA. &lt;br /&gt;there's just too many things to do, and too little time. &lt;br /&gt;i guess interest can always only remain a side factor. :(&lt;br /&gt;i miss hanging out wid my old peeps. i am like an old spinster with no life and no friends. almost.&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;i am boring. &lt;br /&gt;*drops her head&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10342569-111279353533264081?l=number27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://number27.blogspot.com/feeds/111279353533264081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10342569&amp;postID=111279353533264081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10342569/posts/default/111279353533264081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10342569/posts/default/111279353533264081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://number27.blogspot.com/2005/04/dish-of-day-almost-over-you-sheena.html' title=''/><author><name>lambie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12840989649697503515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y240/lambie01/thDSC00201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10342569.post-111261868613319722</id><published>2005-04-04T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T20:44:46.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Dish of the Day: Nothing To Lose- Michael Learns to Rock&lt;br&gt;MTV: TRL&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me be a maverick singer who has doned on effusive sadness.&lt;br /&gt;ahhh enough with all that thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;i'm on Disgrace by J.M. Coetzee; it's utterly disturbing even in the first few pages.&lt;br /&gt;do all old men really think like his character?&lt;br /&gt;*shudders&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10342569-111261868613319722?l=number27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://number27.blogspot.com/feeds/111261868613319722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10342569&amp;postID=111261868613319722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10342569/posts/default/111261868613319722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10342569/posts/default/111261868613319722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://number27.blogspot.com/2005/04/dish-of-day-nothing-to-lose-michael.html' title=''/><author><name>lambie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12840989649697503515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y240/lambie01/thDSC00201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10342569.post-111254045477186981</id><published>2005-04-03T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T23:00:54.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm so pathetically deluded i should shoot myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10342569-111254045477186981?l=number27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y240/lambie01/thDSC00201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10342569.post-111253969071186509</id><published>2005-04-03T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T22:48:10.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;some people fall in love, but i crashed into it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*/howtodeal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10342569-111253969071186509?l=number27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://number27.blogspot.com/feeds/111253969071186509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10342569&amp;postID=111253969071186509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10342569/posts/default/111253969071186509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10342569/posts/default/111253969071186509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://number27.blogspot.com/2005/04/some-people-fall-in-love-but-i-crashed.html' title=''/><author><name>lambie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12840989649697503515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y240/lambie01/thDSC00201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10342569.post-111253480349263343</id><published>2005-04-03T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T21:39:28.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Dish of the Day: Why Don't You Kiss Her- Jesse McCartney&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Why don't you kiss her&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you tell her&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you let her see&lt;br /&gt;The feelings that you hide&lt;br /&gt;Cause she'll never know&lt;br /&gt;If you never show&lt;br /&gt;The way you feel inside&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got it off sharmaine's blog the other day.. the song is sorta sweet. :) i guess it describes how i feel now too.&lt;br /&gt;had g12 and service yesterday, which was great. hehe. after that we barely caught a glimpse of Ps YC and YP's birthday celebration cuz we were all late :S. anyhow, the concert by One Accord was great. YAHHH!!! jolly good fun worshipping the Lord. :D&lt;br /&gt;not to mention my bad hair day. haha.&lt;br /&gt;work was tiring. 6 hours were enough to half-kill me.&lt;br /&gt;oh, here's a joke from my mum:&lt;br /&gt;what are the 3 most effective ways to broadcast a message?&lt;br /&gt;firstly, you can use the telephone.&lt;br /&gt;secondly, you can use the television.&lt;br /&gt;lastly, the most effective way: tell it to a woman, and remember to tell her not to spread it.&lt;br /&gt;hmmm. yeah not the time to laugh. :D&lt;br /&gt;study hard you guys! jasmine the half-bred worm here is still lazing around, looking for something intelligent to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10342569-111253480349263343?l=number27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://number27.blogspot.com/feeds/111253480349263343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10342569&amp;postID=111253480349263343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10342569/posts/default/111253480349263343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10342569/posts/default/111253480349263343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://number27.blogspot.com/2005/04/dish-of-day-why-dont-you-kiss-her.html' title=''/><author><name>lambie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12840989649697503515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y240/lambie01/thDSC00201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10342569.post-111237705515433332</id><published>2005-04-02T01:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T01:38:14.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Dish of the Day: 1943- Jay Chou&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to jun xiang's house for dinner to celebrate his and mich's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;haha. fun la of course. :D and lotsa good food too. jun xiang's mum whipped up like, a feast for us!&lt;br /&gt;spent most of the night slackin on the couch. at least for me cuz i was feeling rather lethargic. must have been the medicine i took. i fell sick again.&lt;br /&gt;yup.&lt;br /&gt;someone's consuming my thoughts. i wonder who the culprit is. thou shall not dwell on the mystery.&lt;br /&gt;i told my boss i couldn't work &lt;i&gt;every&lt;/i&gt; saturday. haha. she did look kinda pissed.&lt;br /&gt;the weather has been quite awful lately, giving many false alarms. half the time i thought it was gonna rain cuz it always seemed rather cloudy.&lt;br /&gt;just like my week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;i wish you'd look at me that way&lt;br&gt;your beautiful eyes looking deep into mine&lt;br&gt;telling me more than any words could say&lt;br&gt;but you don't even know i'm alive&lt;br&gt;baby to you, all i am,&lt;br&gt;is the invisible man&lt;/i&gt;- 98 Degrees&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10342569-111237705515433332?l=number27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://number27.blogspot.com/feeds/111237705515433332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10342569&amp;postID=111237705515433332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10342569/posts/default/111237705515433332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10342569/posts/default/111237705515433332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://number27.blogspot.com/2005/04/dish-of-day-1943-jay-chou-went-to-jun.html' title=''/><author><name>lambie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12840989649697503515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y240/lambie01/thDSC00201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10342569.post-111227379264691912</id><published>2005-03-31T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T20:56:32.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Dish of the Day: You're the First, My Last, My Everything- Barry White&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was quite bummed yesterday cuz blog was down.&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, i'm following in vic's footsteps to engage in blog therapy.&lt;br /&gt;work is almost a curse word.&lt;br /&gt;i know i was all excited about 'going out there' and stuff, but when you're really out there...&lt;br /&gt;not to mention all the secondary school kids i see all the time that makes me wish i'm back in new town, having fun and getting caught by lau for stupid reasons.&lt;br /&gt;although my co-workers are really nice to me, even buying me lunch and all, it still sort of sucks that i'm 17 and some of them are almost twice my age. &lt;br /&gt;oh, and most of my friends have went on to jcs. most of those who didnt have jobs too. &lt;br /&gt;i am boring girl who is becoming an archaic. i have evidently lost my sense of style if i had any to begin with.&lt;br /&gt;working makes you frumpy. NEVER forget that.&lt;br /&gt;plus, it did feel quite terrible to be looked down upon, going to the bank with my supervisor to bank in our earnings, wearing our sweet secrets attire, amidst all the classy working people with their laminated diplomas or certificates. &lt;br /&gt;i guess that's just a teensy bit of life without &lt;i&gt;THE&lt;/i&gt; treacherous piece of paper.&lt;br /&gt;i'm looking forward to the dinner at jun xiang's house tml. i need to gather with people i know.&lt;br /&gt;but still, thank God for poviding all the miracles that helped me through this whole week. without Him i might have quit my job after the first day. :)&lt;br /&gt;oh by the way, i'm working at the Great World branch. hahaa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10342569-111227379264691912?l=number27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://number27.blogspot.com/feeds/111227379264691912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10342569&amp;postID=111227379264691912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10342569/posts/default/111227379264691912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10342569/posts/default/111227379264691912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://number27.blogspot.com/2005/03/dish-of-day-youre-first-my-last-my.html' title=''/><author><name>lambie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12840989649697503515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y240/lambie01/thDSC00201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10342569.post-111202439326665596</id><published>2005-03-28T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T23:39:53.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Dish of the Day: I Will Survive- Cake&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is such a lovely, beautiful day!&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;first of all, the new town guys won against Jurong Sec !! YAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;it was such an exciting hour i tell you. they were literally ON fire!&lt;br /&gt;:D &lt;br /&gt;plus, i had a great first-day-of-work at Sweet Secrets. &lt;br /&gt;the people there are absolutely some of the nicest people i've ever known. :)&lt;br /&gt;i guess it's quite a good feeling to be using my brain after so long. &lt;br /&gt;my mum is nagging again. nag nag nag.&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, i've learnt to use the 'monotone' method when dealing with my mother. i just have to let her talk all she wants and say "mmm." at the appropriate times, and the whole family is in peace because nobody quarrels. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss my SA friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;at first i was afraid, i was petrified.&lt;br&gt;i kept thinking  i could never live without you&lt;br&gt;by my side&lt;br&gt;i spent oh so many nights&lt;br&gt;just thinking how you've done me wrong&lt;br&gt;and i grew strong&lt;br&gt;i learnt how to get along&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>lambie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12840989649697503515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y240/lambie01/thDSC00201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10342569.post-111194091630742018</id><published>2005-03-28T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T00:28:36.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Dish of the Day: Xing Qing- Jay Chou&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jay chou is pretty much the only chinese artiste i ever really paid attention to. &lt;br /&gt;well, besides the fact that he's kinda very dashing, he sings quite well la! and his lyrics actually carry some sort of feeling and meaning, which i feel other chinese songs tend to lack.&lt;br /&gt;david tao and wang lee hom are also not too bad. :)&lt;br /&gt;just came back from a wedding dinner at Hyatt with a tummy filled to the brim.&lt;br /&gt;time for lessons on social etiquette.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;i'm bushed.&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow's gonna be my first day of work!&lt;br /&gt;i'm quite excited.&lt;br /&gt;:) &lt;br /&gt;have a great day at school y'all !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10342569-111194091630742018?l=number27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://number27.blogspot.com/feeds/111194091630742018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10342569&amp;postID=111194091630742018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10342569/posts/default/111194091630742018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could freeze this space in time&lt;br /&gt;The way I feel for you inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my moment&lt;br /&gt;This is my perfect moment with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me you love me when you leave&lt;br /&gt;You're more than a shadow, that's what I believe&lt;br /&gt;You take me to places I never dreamed I'd see&lt;br /&gt;Minute by minute you are the world to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could frame the look in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;The way that i feel for you inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my moment&lt;br /&gt;This is my perfect moment with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if tomorrow brings a lonely day&lt;br /&gt;Here and now i know I haven't lived in vain&lt;br /&gt;I'll cry my tears in the rain&lt;br /&gt;and if love never comes again&lt;br /&gt;I can always say I've been&lt;br /&gt;to paradise skies in your eyes... in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tell me you love me the moment you leave&lt;br /&gt;You're more than a shadow, I've just to believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could keep you all of my life&lt;br /&gt;The way that I feel for you inside&lt;br /&gt;This is my moment&lt;br /&gt;This is my perfect moment with you&lt;br /&gt;This is my moment&lt;br /&gt;This is my perfect moment&lt;br /&gt;With you, with you..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i'm just torturing myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;i can always say i've been to paradise in your eyes...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;letting go of it... bit by bit. &lt;br /&gt;how do you forget a person?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10342569-111185069333545008?l=number27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://number27.blogspot.com/feeds/111185069333545008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Dish of the Day: Gui Ji- Jay Chou&lt;br&gt;arrogant worms!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you that there is this really lame band called We Are Arrogant Worms?&lt;br /&gt;sth liddat. hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, this song is heartwrenching.&lt;br /&gt;what is it with me and sad, melancholic songs these days?&lt;br /&gt;oh by the way, i am no longer a worm!&lt;br /&gt;i have a job!!!! :D sweet secrets just called me today and asked me to report on monday. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;i hope i dont blow it on the first day or something. what if they want me to work everyday? omgoodness. better pray hard.&lt;br /&gt;there's a new beginning just like there is an old ending.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10342569-111176743629287351?l=number27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y240/lambie01/thDSC00201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10342569.post-111167972000860016</id><published>2005-03-24T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T23:55:20.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Dish of the Day: When You Say Nothing At All- Ronan Keating&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cannot believe how bored i am.&lt;br /&gt;how pointless and nonsensical can my life be? watching Shark Attack 3 ain't exactly much of an entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;i REALLY need a job before you see pieces of jasmine instead of a whole jasmine because you'll see my rotting parts because i rotted TOO much.&lt;br /&gt;how can anybody rot too much?!!&lt;br /&gt;i am so affected. &lt;br /&gt;what else can i do in my life now except blog, blog and yes, blog some more about things that dont matter and rant non-stop about little wormy things that don't really matter much except in my head? plus my whining? it's bad la?&lt;br /&gt;oh and the semicute lead actor just pulled out a shark's tooth from the half-gone boat that's about as big as a maple leaf.&lt;br /&gt;"that's evidence!!" he says.&lt;br /&gt;the shark is huge!!!&lt;br /&gt;oh and they didn't die. darn.&lt;br /&gt;not that i'm sadistic or anything.&lt;br /&gt;AHHH i need to scream.&lt;br /&gt;i need something productive to do.&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to go do my QT and den come back and crap more. &lt;br /&gt;. grr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10342569-111167972000860016?l=number27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://number27.blogspot.com/feeds/111167972000860016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10342569&amp;postID=111167972000860016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10342569/posts/default/111167972000860016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10342569/posts/default/111167972000860016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://number27.blogspot.com/2005/03/dish-of-day-when-you-say-nothing-at.html' title=''/><author><name>lambie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12840989649697503515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y240/lambie01/thDSC00201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10342569.post-111166745925718055</id><published>2005-03-24T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T20:33:29.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Get Real- Jennifer Lopez&lt;br&gt;MTV TRL Awards&lt;br&gt;where art thou?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just watched Romeo + Juliet, and goodness it was &lt;i&gt;sad&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;how can anyone fall in love so madly that they die for each other, all in the span of &lt;i&gt;5 days&lt;/i&gt;??&lt;br /&gt;which is why it is a Shakespearean play. &lt;br /&gt;anyhow, i caught up on the play on Sparknotes. this is what Romeo said when he first set eyes on Juliet:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright! &lt;br /&gt;It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night &lt;br /&gt;Like a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear; &lt;br /&gt;Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear! &lt;br /&gt;So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows &lt;br /&gt;As yonder lady o'er her fellows shows. &lt;br /&gt;The measure done, I'll watch her place of stand &lt;br /&gt;And, touching hers, make blessed my rude hand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Did my heart love till now? forswear it, sight! &lt;br /&gt;For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, found out lots of stuff about this year's postings. do you know that over 800 people applied to go to business at ngee ann poly &lt;i&gt;alone&lt;/i&gt;?? as first choice even! &lt;br /&gt;oh, and it really helps that there are 5 5-pointers in mass comm, which means there are 5 people with 6 freaking points for L1R5 in mass comm!! goodness.&lt;br /&gt;it's MAD la.&lt;br /&gt;i've applied for jobs at bengawan solo and sweet secrets and none has called me as yet.&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm just going to be a worm until 23 may if i dont get any replies soon. &lt;br /&gt;anybody to worm wid me??&lt;br /&gt;JESSE MCCARTNEY IS SO ADORABLE!!! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10342569-111166745925718055?l=number27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y240/lambie01/thDSC00201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10342569.post-111150073354664521</id><published>2005-03-22T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T23:23:53.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Dish of the Day: 25 Minutes- Michael Learns to Rock&lt;br&gt;Meet Joe Black&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am absolutely excited elated exhilarated at my posting!&lt;br /&gt;i finally got in!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;note to bel: YOU ARE GONNA GET YOUR CUTE BUTT IN NEXT YEAR WITH ME!!!!&lt;br /&gt;yay! :D&lt;br /&gt;ooh one cannot imagine my joy. :)&lt;br /&gt;though i am little pensive about what the lecturer who interviewed me said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"you do know that it's going to consume your life?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm. &lt;br /&gt;whatever. i'll be the most productive bee starting 23 May. &lt;br /&gt;ahh!!!&lt;br /&gt;mass comm mass comm mass comm.&lt;br /&gt;to all my SA friends who are nice enough to come visit my blog : i WILL miss you guys! &lt;br /&gt;btw, the new town bball boys have triumphed over Yishun Town Sec, a.k.a. last year's 1st runner-up in the nationals! :D it was such a terrifying match and all of us supporters were screaming our lungs out. haha.&lt;br /&gt;and i love this song. it's such a sad classic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;After some time I've finally made up my mind&lt;br /&gt;She is the girl and I really want to make her mine&lt;br /&gt;I'm searching everywhere to find her again&lt;br /&gt;To tell her I love her&lt;br /&gt;And I'm sorry 'bout the things I've done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find her standing in front of the church&lt;br /&gt;The only place in town where I didn't search&lt;br /&gt;She looks so happy in her wedding dress&lt;br /&gt;But she's crying while she's saying this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy I missed your kisses all the time but this is&lt;br /&gt;Twenty five minutes too late&lt;br /&gt;Though you travelled so far boy I'm sorry you are&lt;br /&gt;Twenty five minutes too late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Against the wind I'm going home again&lt;br /&gt;Wishing be back to the time when we were more than&lt;br /&gt;friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still I see her in front of the church&lt;br /&gt;The only place in town where I didn't search&lt;br /&gt;She looks so happy in her wedding dress&lt;br /&gt;But she's cried while she's saying this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out in the streets&lt;br /&gt;Places where hungry hearts have nothing to eat&lt;br /&gt;Inside my head&lt;br /&gt;Still I can hear the words she said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can still hear what she said&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10342569-111150073354664521?l=number27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y240/lambie01/thDSC00201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10342569.post-111141423588828408</id><published>2005-03-21T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T22:32:00.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Dish of the Day: Every Morning- Sugar Ray&lt;br&gt;tv tv tv&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Every morning there's a heartache hanging from the&lt;br /&gt;corner of my girlfriend's four post bed&lt;br /&gt;I know it's not mine and I know she thinks she loves&lt;br /&gt;me but I never can believe what she's said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something so deceiving, when you start believing&lt;br /&gt;turn me around again&lt;br /&gt;Said we couldn't do it, you know I want to do it again.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm thankful that He has set my heart right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, today has been depressing. the mass comm interview didn't go well, job hunting has been futile and i am bogged down by PMS.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, they asked about GENERAL KNOWLEDGE for goodness' sake. luckily my mum sorta told me some stuff about hong kong and i managed to read some of Time the night before. grrr. &lt;br /&gt;they even asked me what SOFTWARE i know how to use. how the heck will i know since i'm not, i dunno, exactly a &lt;i&gt;movie maker&lt;/i&gt;??!!&lt;br /&gt;this sucks. and not to mention the fact that every employer wants you to have work experience before they employ you. how to have work experience if nobody gives you a chance eh.&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, i went back to SA after the interview to take OG photo. &lt;br /&gt;i felt so sad ok? not because they called me ah lian (due to my orange hair), but it dawned on me that it was &lt;b&gt;truly&lt;/b&gt; my last day in SAJC.&lt;br /&gt;so yeap, i guess that added on to the sadness. &lt;br /&gt;i'm so anxious about tml because i'm almost 100% sure i screwed the interview up.&lt;br /&gt;not to mention the problem of finding a job. my only glimmer of hope lies with the nice lady at Samsung. restuarants cant seem to do without experience. :S&lt;br /&gt;but still, bless you all!&lt;br /&gt;btw, i managed to upload some photos taken last sat. go look at the 'ham-some' blue guys! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;hopefully the link works! :s&lt;br /&gt;and my whole class going pulau ubin tml.&lt;br /&gt;why am i not going?&lt;br /&gt;lemme guess.&lt;br /&gt;i can't cycle!!!!&lt;br /&gt;grrr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10342569-111141423588828408?l=number27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://number27.blogspot.com/feeds/111141423588828408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10342569&amp;postID=111141423588828408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10342569/posts/default/111141423588828408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10342569/posts/default/111141423588828408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://number27.blogspot.com/2005/03/dish-of-day-every-morning-sugar-raytv.html' title=''/><author><name>lambie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12840989649697503515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y240/lambie01/thDSC00201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10342569.post-111133863125302261</id><published>2005-03-21T01:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T01:17:08.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Dish of the Day: Four Seasons- Vivaldi&lt;br&gt;How to Be a Christian for Dummies&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no doubt that i've just lost a friend over God, but i just have to make my stand clear.&lt;br /&gt;after all, who can understand the pain and the joy of being a Christian unless he is one himself?&lt;br /&gt;drop my faith and i tell you, i'll just go back to being the ragdoll and the bitch that i was.&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to go back to drinking a bottle a day, being proud of my pathetic little tattoo, finding my significance in how loud i can talk or how heavy a punch i can throw, or even resume to my nightly routine of crying every night over my dad who killed himself because he was afraid of going bankrupt.&lt;br /&gt;luck? what's that to me? &lt;br /&gt;i can't go back to that life if i ever want to live for a purpose.&lt;br /&gt;i do hope he reads this. i'm definitely not someone who is forcing you to be like me, but simply to convey to you that this is where my strength comes from.&lt;br /&gt;so i supppose this is one relationship gone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;is it really so hard to have faith?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10342569-111133863125302261?l=number27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://number27.blogspot.com/feeds/111133863125302261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10342569&amp;postID=111133863125302261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10342569/posts/default/111133863125302261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10342569/posts/default/111133863125302261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://number27.blogspot.com/2005/03/dish-of-day-four-seasons-vivaldihow-to.html' title=''/><author><name>lambie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12840989649697503515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y240/lambie01/thDSC00201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10342569.post-111124573422457371</id><published>2005-03-19T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-19T23:22:14.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Dish of the Day: Wedding March- Tchaikovsky&lt;br&gt;pretty pretty pretty&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the wedding was &lt;i&gt;fabulouso&lt;/i&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;so sweet okay? especially when chris wiped the tears off serene's eyes...&lt;br /&gt;and anna and elsie holding hands going down the aisle before the ceremony started. haha. the most adorable little kids after my cousins. :P&lt;br /&gt;all the boys were in baby blue and all the girls in pink. hee. and i ate like a gazillion egg dofus cuz it was just so darn delicious.&lt;br /&gt;okay la so i was the pig at the party. ;)&lt;br /&gt;went for service after that, and then had dinner. then we took loads of photos and yea, everything ended on a happy note.&lt;br /&gt;mm. yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;it's going to end with one last ugly shot.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10342569-111124573422457371?l=number27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://number27.blogspot.com/feeds/111124573422457371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10342569&amp;postID=111124573422457371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10342569/posts/default/111124573422457371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10342569/posts/default/111124573422457371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://number27.blogspot.com/2005/03/dish-of-day-wedding-march.html' title=''/><author><name>lambie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12840989649697503515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y240/lambie01/thDSC00201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10342569.post-111116360218070053</id><published>2005-03-19T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-19T00:33:22.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Dish of the Day: Unpretty- TLC&lt;br&gt;How To Lose a Guy in 10 Days&lt;br&gt;i can lose one in 6.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how to lose a guy in 6 days- be a self-centred bee-yatch.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, tml is chris tan and serene's wedding!&lt;br /&gt;mmm. the church is beautiful. :) was there in the evening to help decorate and all. it looks like my career prospects as a florist aren't too bad. hee.&lt;br /&gt;oh and here's me for the gunbound revival.&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I wish i could tie you up in my shoes&lt;br /&gt;Make you feel unpretty too&lt;br /&gt;I was told I was beautiful&lt;br /&gt;But what does that mean to you&lt;br /&gt;Look into the mirror who's inside there&lt;br /&gt;The one with the long hair&lt;br /&gt;Same old me again today &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My outsides look cool&lt;br /&gt;My insides are blue&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I think I'm through&lt;br /&gt;It's because of you&lt;br /&gt;I've tried different ways&lt;br /&gt;But it's all the same&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day&lt;br /&gt;I have myself to blame&lt;br /&gt;I'm just trippin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can buy your hair if it won't grow&lt;br /&gt;You can fix your nose if you said so&lt;br /&gt;You can buy all the make up&lt;br /&gt;That M.A.C. can make&lt;br /&gt;But if you can't look inside you&lt;br /&gt;Find out, who am I to&lt;br /&gt;Be in the position to make me feel&lt;br /&gt;So damn unpretty&lt;br /&gt;I'll make you feel unpretty too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never insecure until I met you&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm being stupid&lt;br /&gt;I used to be so cute to me&lt;br /&gt;Just a little bit skinny&lt;br /&gt;Why do I look to all these things&lt;br /&gt;To keep you happy&lt;br /&gt;Maybe get rid of you&lt;br /&gt;And then I'll get back to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My outsides look cool&lt;br /&gt;My insides are blue&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I think I'm through&lt;br /&gt;It's because of you&lt;br /&gt;I've tried different ways&lt;br /&gt;But it's all the same&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day&lt;br /&gt;I have myself to blame&lt;br /&gt;I believe I'm trippin'...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y240/lambie01/thDSC00201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10342569.post-111108431988240239</id><published>2005-03-18T02:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T02:31:59.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;resting my butt at juliee's&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup. decided to boggle off since my sis got her buddies to stay over at our place.&lt;br /&gt;julie's place is quite cosy. hahaa. &lt;br /&gt;anyhow.&lt;br /&gt;today's BBQ was fun!!!&lt;br /&gt;spent like 2 hours shopping for the food and stuffs with chris they all. after that we prepared all the bits at his place before the guys came. then we played bball and made stupid shots. haha. after that we splashed into the pool. then stupid wei min kept bullying me. and wei long too. and basically everyone who could reach the bottom of the pool. grrr.&lt;br /&gt;i drank so much pool water i was too full for food.&lt;br /&gt;okay that's an exaggerration. :P&lt;br /&gt;after the bbq we went to the sauna. like WOW it was burning. but then there were those nice ladies who gave us hair conditioner and baby oil to apply before we went in, so you really felt the tai tai diff. hee.&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, i'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;washed out.&lt;br /&gt;why is it i'm not sleeping again?&lt;br /&gt;oh i don't know, maybe cuz my head's too full of lucid thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;well, perhaps lucid ain't the word.&lt;br /&gt;i'm going nuts.&lt;br /&gt;julie's sound asleep already.&lt;br /&gt;i should prolly turn in.&lt;br /&gt;-tunes out-.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10342569-111108431988240239?l=number27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y240/lambie01/thDSC00201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10342569.post-111099108234580748</id><published>2005-03-16T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T00:38:02.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Dish of the Day: She- Elvis Costello&lt;br&gt;Notting Hill?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the eternal sunshine of the vaguely spotless mind.&lt;br /&gt;i guess i was rather emotionally unstable yesterday. thanks for the encouragement. :)&lt;br /&gt;perhaps it was time for a mental breakdown? &lt;br /&gt;whatever it is, i'll wait until the time comes.&lt;br /&gt;oh and today, like almost the whole class pang seh-ed for the class outing. kelvin only pang seh-ed when me and hong ian already paid.&lt;br /&gt;so, in the end, hong ian and i entertained ourselves ever so 'wildly' at the ice skating rink.&lt;br /&gt;the two of us skated here and there mindlessly, counting to about 30 rounds for our money's worth.&lt;br /&gt;after that, hui yi came and the 3 of us caught Lemony Snicket's A Series of Unfortunate Events.&lt;br /&gt;the movie was okay la. baby sunny was very adorable though. hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;den met ted and played pool at clementi. okay la he's not a bad player. hahaa. not like i'm good though. after 3 years i'm still like the same standard. :(&lt;br /&gt;oh, and i donated money to li su!! they doing flag day. sigh. miss those hardworking days. those are the times when you can really have fun, while doing your bit for charity. or you might slip away to some cinema with a whole bunch of other slackers and catch some dumb movie and laugh your arses off. :)&lt;br /&gt;came home rather early today. dinner was good. continued with my meteor garden obesession.&lt;br /&gt;and i just played a few rounds of gunbound with marcel they all. haha. my luck ran out quite fast. :P&lt;br /&gt;what if life got more interesting and you realized you do not make the cut for such an exciting drama?&lt;br /&gt;at least, that's what you think. right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;She&lt;br /&gt;May be the face I can't forget.&lt;br /&gt;A trace of pleasure or regret&lt;br /&gt;May be my treasure or the price I have to pay.&lt;br /&gt;She may be the song that summer sings.&lt;br /&gt;May be the chill that autumn brings.&lt;br /&gt;May be a hundred different things&lt;br /&gt;Within the measure of a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She&lt;br /&gt;May be the beauty or the beast.&lt;br /&gt;May be the famine or the feast.&lt;br /&gt;May turn each day into a heaven or a hell.&lt;br /&gt;She may be the mirror of my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;A smile reflected in a stream&lt;br /&gt;She may not be what she may seem&lt;br /&gt;Inside her shell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She who always seems so happy in a crowd.&lt;br /&gt;Whose eyes can be so private and so proud&lt;br /&gt;No one's allowed to see them when they cry.&lt;br /&gt;She may be the love that cannot hope to last&lt;br /&gt;May come to me from shadows of the past.&lt;br /&gt;That I remember till the day I die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She&lt;br /&gt;May be the reason I survive&lt;br /&gt;The why and wherefore I'm alive&lt;br /&gt;The one I'll care for through the rough and rainy years&lt;br /&gt;Me I'll take her laughter and her tears&lt;br /&gt;And make them all my souvenirs&lt;br /&gt;For where she goes I've got to be&lt;br /&gt;The meaning of my life is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10342569-111099108234580748?l=number27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://number27.blogspot.com/feeds/111099108234580748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10342569&amp;postID=111099108234580748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10342569/posts/default/111099108234580748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10342569/posts/default/111099108234580748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://number27.blogspot.com/2005/03/dish-of-day-she-elvis-costellonotting.html' title=''/><author><name>lambie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12840989649697503515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y240/lambie01/thDSC00201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10342569.post-111090101726761208</id><published>2005-03-15T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-16T00:04:38.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Dish of the Day: The Sweetest Thing- U2&lt;br&gt;yes and it's not you at the top of the world right now&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can anyone die because they are too overwhelmed by the perpetual sadness that this deceitful world projects?&lt;br /&gt;i feel as though i'm sinking very much closer to that stance.&lt;br /&gt;it may be the wrong word. whatever.&lt;br /&gt;spongebob squarepants is a movie for bad mood people.&lt;br /&gt;it's so hilarious because of its ultimate stupidity and the fact that bubbles are for kids and we should all visit the retarded Goofy Goobers where the hedious peanut person exists.&lt;br /&gt;oh, excuse me, it's an &lt;i&gt;underwater&lt;/i&gt; peanut.&lt;br /&gt;do i have to mention the Bikini Bottom town and the son of a gun King who has a shiny bald head??!!!&lt;br /&gt;pardon me for being so crude. i'm also quite affected by that wrinkly old DAvid Hasslehoff's appearance in the cartoon.&lt;br /&gt;oh and i realized that i just divulged the secret of say, half the substance of the movie.&lt;br /&gt;i'm upset. sorry about the emo breakout.&lt;br /&gt;why does &lt;i&gt;he&lt;/i&gt; have to appear ?&lt;br /&gt;and why does another &lt;i&gt;he&lt;/i&gt; keep giving me all that wrong vibes? i'm almost plucking up the courage to hope that he'll just tell me in the face to buzz off, but of course i'm too much of a tard to do that.&lt;br /&gt;time to give a loud, silent scream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10342569-111090101726761208?l=number27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://number27.blogspot.com/feeds/111090101726761208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10342569&amp;postID=111090101726761208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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love my hair now. :D&lt;br /&gt;well, it may not be the blazing blue i've dreamt of, but then you do not always get what you want initially eh?&lt;br /&gt;my hair is now partially orange! &lt;br /&gt;and yes, it's BRIGHT orange.&lt;br /&gt;when i saw the dye i thought i was gonna beat myself up cuz it was like &lt;i&gt;highlighter&lt;/i&gt; orange. then it was on my hair and there was no turning back.&lt;br /&gt;so i just told God, i hope this doesnt turn out too bad.&lt;br /&gt;and it didn't!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;my hairdresser is a super cool guy, with black nails and all, plus he's been in the line since he was wad, sixteen?? he's twenty-two now and he said he used to do freelance, &lt;i&gt;and&lt;/i&gt; he has taken part in loads of competitions. the 'creative' highlighting method he did for me was sth like the one he did in one of his competitions! so you can imagine how thrilled i was with my hair in his hands.&lt;br /&gt;plus, he was recently poached over from Toni&amp;Guy. you didnt hear it from me. &lt;br /&gt;*smiles with glee&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, mich was with me and she highlighted with this really nice dark red. :D only i didnt like the guy who did it for her cuz he used to be my hairdresser. he's so G** ok. not like alex who is so nice and everything and NOT G**.&lt;br /&gt;sigh. i should stop having prejudices.&lt;br /&gt;me and mich went shopping at far east after that and she got this &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; sweet pink skirt. i wish i look a little more feminine so i can buy it too. :( after that we went to see the new town friendly against the pjc bball team. frankly speaking, i think we went there just to watch show? haha... oh and nic, julie and jacq were also there. den i ate up like almost all of jacq's fries and gulped down her coke, so she was left pretty thirsty. :X sorry abt that!&lt;br /&gt;ah. life is vunderful with orange hair. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y240/lambie01/thDSC00201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10342569.post-111071849336229769</id><published>2005-03-13T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T21:06:39.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Dish of the Day: Another Day in Paradise- Brandy &amp; Ray J&lt;br&gt;the New Ru Lai Handprint&lt;br&gt;my mum loves the show&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still have great difficulty trying to appreciate the New Ru Lai Handprint (direct translation.. muahahha). the Young Bao Qing Tian is still quite okay actually, but i just do not like the Handprint. it's the new version that oddly stars CHRISTOPHER LEE and PHYLLIS QUEK. forgive me that i lost interest in them 5 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, my skin is itching from friday's burn. my face is already peeling so i guess the rest of my body is going to soon.&lt;br /&gt;ewww. &lt;br /&gt;i regret not putting the sun block.&lt;br /&gt;oh, and i'm a little glad cuz i called Np's Voice Response System and it said i'm exempted from the written test for entry into mass comm.&lt;br /&gt;phew.&lt;br /&gt;i just do not want to end up being overconfident you see. it is, after all, about my very intangible future. &lt;br /&gt;and i pasted all the Incredibles bedroom stickers on my wall already. now my room looks like it belongs to some 3-year old, with it already been painted yellow and purple.&lt;br /&gt;hahaaa. well okay it does look sorta cute-sy.&lt;br /&gt;and YES, me and mich finally gonna dye our hair tml. there's a bring-a-friend offer at Arches. hopefully they do a good job?&lt;br /&gt;the most saddening thing is that there seems to be no place with the dark blue that i want. :(&lt;br /&gt;keep on studying all you O lvl folks!!! persevere !!! you've only got 400 metres out of 1.6 km left! or maybe out of 2 km? hmm what am i saying. *shakes head&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>lambie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12840989649697503515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y240/lambie01/thDSC00201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10342569.post-111064236492118076</id><published>2005-03-12T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-12T23:46:04.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Dish of the Day: Sweet Misery- Michelle Branch&lt;br&gt;The Sixth Sense&lt;br&gt;:S&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man. this show is FREAKING me out.&lt;br /&gt;and thanks to the the girls for the nice prezzie!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10342569-111064236492118076?l=number27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y240/lambie01/thDSC00201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10342569.post-111055765459591169</id><published>2005-03-11T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-12T00:14:14.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Dish of the Day: Big Machine- Goo Goo Dolls&lt;br&gt;staring into time and space&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't you just love the Goo Goo Dolls? well, beside their highly eccentric name, they are pretty good musicians eh?&lt;br /&gt;anyhow.&lt;br /&gt;i must state that i am vehemently against all forms of animal abuse, especially after the horrible, horrible event i witnessed, with the master forcing the dog to swim in the sea, with a &lt;i&gt;leash&lt;/i&gt; on its poor little neck nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;and the poor dog was so THIN la!!!&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;so yeap, i was with my class at siloso beach then. &lt;br /&gt;i must say that i had lots of fun. we swam to the fake island opposite the beach, to the big rocks where you get all the snails and stuff, and jolyn and ba zhang(kelvin) were being rather mean to the tiny water snails. haha. ok it actually wasn't intentional, but still. :P&lt;br /&gt;and now i got this red and white tan on my body, especially my back. haha. it does look quite disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;had food at Harbourfront, den went to town with marcel, hong ian and huiyi, before heading to bugis for a g12-cum-dinner with jacq, bel and co,.&lt;br /&gt;i basically had a great but thoroughly exhausting day, especially with all that travelling.&lt;br /&gt;i thank God for everyone! :D and for everything and every place He brings me to, even for all that bad stuff.&lt;br /&gt;oh, and i realized, when parting with marcel they all at Borders, that it was, indeed, possibly the last time i might see them again. &lt;br /&gt;note the 'possibly'.&lt;br /&gt;i hope there will still be class outings? because i've really come to like my class. &lt;br /&gt;i suppose that's the most excruciating part- saying goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;i cannot comprehend why this is only a part of my life that i still have miles and miles to walk through.&lt;br /&gt;suddenly, i sort of wish that i will never grow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ecstasy is all you need&lt;br /&gt;Living in the big machine now,&lt;br /&gt;Oh you’re so vain,&lt;br /&gt;Now your world is way too fast,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing’s real and nothing lasts,&lt;br /&gt;And I’m aware&lt;br /&gt;I’m in love but you don’t care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn your anger into lust,&lt;br /&gt;I’m still here but you don’t trust at all,&lt;br /&gt;And I’ll be waiting,&lt;br /&gt;Love and sex and loneliness,&lt;br /&gt;Take what’s yours and leave the rest,&lt;br /&gt;So I'll survive,&lt;br /&gt;God it’s good to be alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m torn in pieces,&lt;br /&gt;I’m blind and waiting for&lt;br /&gt;My heart is reeling,&lt;br /&gt;I’m blind and waiting for you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still in love with all your sins,&lt;br /&gt;Where you stop and I begin, and I’ll&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be waiting,&lt;br /&gt;Living like a house on fire,&lt;br /&gt;What you fear is your desire,&lt;br /&gt;It’s hard to deal,&lt;br /&gt;I still love the way you feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this angry little girl,&lt;br /&gt;Drowning in this petty world, &lt;br /&gt;And I'm who you run to&lt;br /&gt;Swallow all your bitter pills,&lt;br /&gt;That’s what makes you beautiful,&lt;br /&gt;You’re all or not,&lt;br /&gt;I don’t need what you ain’t got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m blind and waiting for you,&lt;br /&gt;I’m blind and waiting for you,&lt;br /&gt;No I can’t believe its coming true,&lt;br /&gt;God its good to be alive and I’m still here waiting for you,&lt;br /&gt;No I can’t believe its coming true,&lt;br /&gt;I’m blind and waiting for you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10342569-111055765459591169?l=number27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://number27.blogspot.com/feeds/111055765459591169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10342569&amp;postID=111055765459591169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10342569/posts/default/111055765459591169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10342569/posts/default/111055765459591169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://number27.blogspot.com/2005/03/dish-of-day-big-machine-goo-goo.html' title=''/><author><name>lambie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12840989649697503515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y240/lambie01/thDSC00201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10342569.post-111037893125175325</id><published>2005-03-09T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T22:35:31.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Dish of the Day: Fly- Sugar Ray&lt;br&gt;American idol 4&lt;br&gt;you really take risks, and you go for it.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is so irritating. when i finally want a job, i have all the difficulties in getting one.&lt;br /&gt;i guess i'll just have to try harder.&lt;br /&gt;oh and, did i mention i hate all those huge mouth ulcers? &lt;br /&gt;they hurt and cause you to feel ugly.&lt;br /&gt;today wasn't exactly fantastic, other than going shopping with jin li. school was kind of a long day, espcially when the only lesson i went to was PE.&lt;br /&gt;oh, and all the thin girls on Miss Singapore on tv made me feel a whole lot better.&lt;br /&gt;i just have this bad feeling. &lt;br /&gt;from Cinderella's wicked stepmother:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;"something's stinking, and it's not the fish!"&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i totally agree.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10342569-111037893125175325?l=number27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://number27.blogspot.com/feeds/111037893125175325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10342569&amp;postID=111037893125175325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10342569/posts/default/111037893125175325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10342569/posts/default/111037893125175325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://number27.blogspot.com/2005/03/dish-of-day-fly-sugar-rayamerican-idol.html' title=''/><author><name>lambie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12840989649697503515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y240/lambie01/thDSC00201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10342569.post-111029346796247693</id><published>2005-03-08T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T22:51:07.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=violet&gt;Dish of the Day: You're My Number One- S Club 7&lt;br&gt;television.&lt;br&gt;happy. :)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm finally &lt;font size=6&gt;17&lt;/font&gt; !!!&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. and i love my friends and my class and my family and everyone who has made my birthday such a great one. :)&lt;br /&gt;i can't thank God enough for all of them!!!&lt;br /&gt;and for the literally the whole set of the Incredibles stuff, with bedroom wall stickers, a mug, a handphone pouch, and a BOLSTER. hehee. i love them ! thanks for the presents y'all. :D and also the dainty pretty little cake my class gave me today! :D&lt;br /&gt;well, i guess the only downer is that i found out 6-pointers are applying to mass comm too, but lets not get started on that. &lt;br /&gt;love you guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10342569-111029346796247693?l=number27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://number27.blogspot.com/feeds/111029346796247693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10342569&amp;postID=111029346796247693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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world has a blog.&lt;br /&gt;well, at least within the library.&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, today was sorta boring. justin was like, "so you come to school for what??!!"&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;then the nostalgia sets in.&lt;br /&gt;i'm just getting all depressed and moody and doggy-eyed. &lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna miss ponning maths lesson and being part of the Gallery Gang. even our Gallery Gang leader is staying on. he got 9 points.&lt;br /&gt;suddenly, i don't have a lot to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;it's interesting watching the librarian wrap books. she does it ever so carefully, making sure that the clear plastic fits perfectly on the surface, like that of a tight-fit shirt.&lt;br /&gt;is it necessary to be so meticulate?&lt;br /&gt;well, i have no idea where my life is going to head now. everything is up to God. imagine if i'm not a Christian, then my head will definitely be spinning in circles. it is so tiring to depend on myself all the time. it's worse when you come to stages in life where you &lt;i&gt;simply have no control&lt;/i&gt;, and all you can do is grit your teeth and hope you don't fall too hard, because you know you haven't really got somebody who's there to catch you. someone who doesnt mind that his or her arms are gonna break because you're too heavy, or who isn't so caught up with his or her own life to thoroughly give you a thought. not that it's their fault of course. everybody has their own life to take care of, and that's when you know you should be doing the same thing. only that life can just screw you right in the arse whenever it feels like it.&lt;br /&gt;so, i'm really thankful that God is there for me. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10342569-111016584410029085?l=number27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://number27.blogspot.com/feeds/111016584410029085/comments/default' 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src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y240/lambie01/thDSC00201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10342569.post-111012010640087499</id><published>2005-03-06T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T22:41:46.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=lightgreen&gt;Someday- Sugar Ray&lt;br&gt;The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen&lt;br&gt;yoo-hooo&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't i love the sea!&lt;br /&gt;windsurfing was SO fun. you cannot imagine the amount of satisfaction you get when you finally stand up on the board, hands and feet all in the right positions, and your instructor tells you, "you're moving!"&lt;br /&gt;AHHH!!! so fun so fun!!&lt;br /&gt;even though i didn't move very far, but still, it was like my first lesson.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;windsurfing is worth a gazillion utils!!! (for those who know economics :P)&lt;br /&gt;tml i'm going back to SA. possibly my last week of going back there... &lt;br /&gt;i'm really gonna miss all the new friends i made.&lt;br /&gt;or the roti prata seller who is rumoured to not wash hands after visiting the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;i feel sad now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Someday,&lt;br /&gt;When my life has passed me by&lt;br /&gt;I lay around and wonder why you were always there for me&lt;br /&gt;One way,&lt;br /&gt;In the eyes of a passerby&lt;br /&gt;I look around for another try&lt;br /&gt;And fade away&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10342569-111012010640087499?l=number27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://number27.blogspot.com/feeds/111012010640087499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=violet&gt;Dish of the Day: Plush (acoustic)- Stone Temple Pilots&lt;br&gt;watching MTV&lt;br&gt;over-confidence?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wah. it has been a long Sanctification Week at church, but totally worth the butt aches. :)&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, went for the Tablenacle experience this morning. it was &lt;i&gt;awesome&lt;/i&gt;. can you imagine how it must have been like dunno how many thousands of years ago?&lt;br /&gt;i am so excited about tml's windsurfing course. i just hope i don't drown or something. what if my life jacket has a hole?!&lt;br /&gt;as for my JAE application, well it has came through (thank goodness). it hasn't cocked up so far. as long as i can get into mass comm (i'm really praying hard that all the 9 pointers (a.k.a. like half the SA population) all stay in jc), me and mich gonna go np together. yay!&lt;br /&gt;and we gonna dye our hair together. double yay!&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;who else here going np??! leave a note and scream. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10342569-111004038285818469?l=number27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://number27.blogspot.com/feeds/111004038285818469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10342569&amp;postID=111004038285818469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10342569/posts/default/111004038285818469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10342569/posts/default/111004038285818469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://number27.blogspot.com/2005/03/dish-of-day-plush-acoustic-stone.html' title=''/><author><name>lambie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12840989649697503515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y240/lambie01/thDSC00201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10342569.post-110995697747977182</id><published>2005-03-05T01:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-05T01:22:57.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=lightblue&gt;Dish of the Day: Stairway to Heaven- Led Zeppelin&lt;br&gt;irritated.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so frustrated by the huge bunch of irritating expatriate buggers at the unit next to mine.&lt;br /&gt;go get drunk elsewhere man! and goodness to their racist jokes.&lt;br /&gt;so, yups. it's 0115, aka the wee hours of the morning, aka sleeping time for most people (well other me also i suppose), aka time to shut up.&lt;br /&gt;ARGH. i feel like just yelling across, but i'm too civilised to do that.&lt;br /&gt;oh and i'm back to the meteor garden routine. i have begun watching it again. since i'm not going back to jc, i have to find a job or i'll just drown my sorrows doing stupid things like developing into a giant potato and sinking the couch as i pour over endless, meaningless teenage &lt;i&gt;taiwanese&lt;/i&gt; serials.&lt;br /&gt;i might as well use my high potential energy for something more tedious.&lt;br /&gt;yeap. the fats are coming back.&lt;br /&gt;but it's okay, cuz even though dave says every boy in the world will care when they see a fat girl, i will never fall for superficial, shallow boys, even if they bear the greatest resemblance to my josh harnett!&lt;br /&gt;so who gives a fart about fats?&lt;br /&gt;at least i don't, not at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;so much for a convincing show. :(&lt;br /&gt;the race against calorie burning starts the day after tomorrow of the tomorrow a decade later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10342569-110995697747977182?l=number27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://number27.blogspot.com/feeds/110995697747977182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10342569&amp;postID=110995697747977182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10342569/posts/default/110995697747977182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10342569/posts/default/110995697747977182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://number27.blogspot.com/2005/03/dish-of-day-stairway-to-heaven-led.html' title=''/><author><name>lambie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12840989649697503515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y240/lambie01/thDSC00201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10342569.post-110983259498225218</id><published>2005-03-03T14:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T14:49:54.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha.&lt;br /&gt;i just sent in this whiny email to the Straits Times Forum to complain about the stupid JIS. &lt;br /&gt;i am appalled !&lt;br /&gt;how can my future be screwed up simply because a stupid page refuses to load???&lt;br /&gt;argh.&lt;br /&gt;pissed pissed. &lt;br /&gt;not everybody has the endurance to wake up early in the morning to sign up you know.&lt;br /&gt;so much for governmental help. eeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;oh wait. that might get me into a lawsuit for slander. will it?&lt;br /&gt;hmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10342569-110983259498225218?l=number27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://number27.blogspot.com/feeds/110983259498225218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10342569&amp;postID=110983259498225218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10342569/posts/default/110983259498225218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10342569/posts/default/110983259498225218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://number27.blogspot.com/2005/03/haha.html' title=''/><author><name>lambie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12840989649697503515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y240/lambie01/thDSC00201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10342569.post-110978221356375483</id><published>2005-03-03T00:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T00:50:13.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Dish of the Day: You're Crazy- Guns 'n' Roses&lt;br&gt;channel 56&lt;br&gt;what you are&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what do you want of me? &lt;br /&gt;sometimes i just really wanna ask myself that question.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i went down to np and applied for the course. &lt;br /&gt;and bo bo went too! haha. den we had to fill in the application form which was full of codes that you got to look up (ok so the codes were on the next page and i was just too blind to see it), and we had to write in less than 100 words why we wanted to enter mass comm and why we should be selected. almost got a mental block on that. been forever since i wrote sth so long. haha.&lt;br /&gt;well, i'm really putting my whole self into tis mass comm route already, because i totally screwed up my jc choices. i put business studies and banking and chem engine somewhere at the back. it's by faith this time. purely.&lt;br /&gt;i really dont wanna leave my sa friends. then again, when it comes to weighing the future...&lt;br /&gt;oh, and everybody in my CG did better than me. except for justin. fellow new towner. haha. &lt;br /&gt;here i am, wasting my night away, watching cartoons.&lt;br /&gt;and since im leaving sa, i guess it's time to say goodbye to actually playing soccer.&lt;br /&gt;that's the saddest part cuz i've come to like the rough sport. :(&lt;br /&gt;don't do things that you'll regret, that's what they always say.&lt;br /&gt;well, if you dont do things that you'll regret, then do what?&lt;br /&gt;do stuff you'll never regret about?&lt;br /&gt;if only life allows such naive thinking.&lt;br /&gt;how i wish im one of those ignorant sunny girls.&lt;br /&gt;psst.&lt;br /&gt;im at the part of the rollercoaster where im holding my breath, waiting to scream as i prepare myself to go head first down the slope, with every possible intention of grabbing on to the safety rail since i would most probably fall off. &lt;br /&gt;it's amazing how much thought the human mind can possess in a split second.&lt;br /&gt;ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10342569-110978221356375483?l=number27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://number27.blogspot.com/feeds/110978221356375483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10342569&amp;postID=110978221356375483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10342569/posts/default/110978221356375483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10342569/posts/default/110978221356375483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://number27.blogspot.com/2005/03/dish-of-day-youre-crazy-guns-n.html' title=''/><author><name>lambie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12840989649697503515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y240/lambie01/thDSC00201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10342569.post-110969414682407752</id><published>2005-03-02T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T00:22:26.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Dish of the Day: Trust- Sixpence None the Richer&lt;br&gt;empty thoughts.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, yup.&lt;br /&gt;im planning to put mass comm as my first choice in JAE, den go down tml to apply for SAE. think it's safer to apply both ways, although i have no idea how to compete with like 60000 students.&lt;br /&gt;all i know is that &lt;i&gt;hordes&lt;/i&gt; of people are applying for mass comm, so, i don't really have the guts to contemplate my chances.&lt;br /&gt;i did reasonably well with 12 points. though, of course, there is always the 'i-can-do-better' mentality. then my mum was telling me abt how my relative was being quite bee-yatch and all (not her exact words of course) about my results. like, because my dad's dead so we dont belong to the family so its not okay for me to do well and for my cousin to not do so well or something.&lt;br /&gt;but then again that's just how my mum feels.&lt;br /&gt;yup, the JAE website is sorta stuck. it's half an hour gone and i'm still not in.&lt;br /&gt;well, what can i say?&lt;br /&gt;oh btw, the NAVY sent me a letter. hahaha. asking me to work and study at the same time. work for them, that is. it's actually quite attractive cuz you get 1000 dollars allowance every month and they pay fully for your poly education. plus there is a job guarantee, only that you might not really like your job at the end.&lt;br /&gt;i'm praying and fasting hard that i can get into mass comm. 200 places. and i heard that there were 3000 applicants last year. can you imagine how many applicants there will be this year? 10000?&lt;br /&gt;oh btw, here's a nice song:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Trust, Sixpence None the Richer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust in the Lord&lt;br /&gt;With all your heart&lt;br /&gt;Lean not on your own understanding&lt;br /&gt;In all of your ways acknowledge Him&lt;br /&gt;And He will make your path straight&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry about tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;He's got it under control&lt;br /&gt;Just trust in the Lord &lt;br /&gt;With all your heart&lt;br /&gt;And he will carry you through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, sometimes it gets so tough&lt;br /&gt;To keep my eyes on You, when things are going rough&lt;br /&gt;But then I turn my eyes up to the sky&lt;br /&gt;And I hear Your voice&lt;br /&gt;It says to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust in the Lord&lt;br /&gt;With all your heart&lt;br /&gt;Lean not on your own understanding&lt;br /&gt;In all of your ways acknowledge Him&lt;br /&gt;And He will make your path straight&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry about tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;He's got it under control&lt;br /&gt;Just trust in the Lord &lt;br /&gt;With all your heart&lt;br /&gt;And he will carry you through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And He will carry you through&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10342569-110969414682407752?l=number27.blogspot.com' 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src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y240/lambie01/thDSC00201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10342569.post-110960238217140843</id><published>2005-02-28T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T22:57:08.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=lightblue&gt;Soul- matchbox twenty&lt;br&gt;parliament&lt;br&gt;so what do you see?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a rawkin' good time last night at ubrina's for class bbq.&lt;br /&gt;i just love my class! 05A42. all that spontaneity and diversity and yet so united. :)&lt;br /&gt;and marcel and i had a leg competition. i won cuz they said i had normal legs and his were too thin. skinny.&lt;br /&gt;ha!&lt;br /&gt;kelvin and i also broke into the braddel view sec school compound and played bball. the side gate NEVER closes, for some weird reason. hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;after packing up, we went up to roxanne's apartment (she lives in the same condo as ubri) and played mahjong and dai dee. haha. major bonding!&lt;br /&gt;marcel, xiuli, xiu tian and me took the 'knight bus' 93 back. i called it the 'knight bus' cuz it was travelling super fast at literally lightning speed and u felt as if the bus was flying or something.&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, went to clement's house after that to ton, but in the end i caught about 2 hours of sleep before going back to SA in the morn.&lt;br /&gt;the fated day of the results. &lt;br /&gt;i was a wreck all morning. i was just super worried, wanting to have faith yet afraid to have too much confidence.&lt;br /&gt;thank God that He answered me. i hope this means im going in the right path. :)&lt;br /&gt;it was quite traumatizing seeing the whole situation though. and im really happy for qifeng! 8 distinctions! :D&lt;br /&gt;a shout out to all you peeps taking o's this year! WORK HARD k!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;the slimy call of the future is crawling in my ear. *shivers&lt;br /&gt;by the way, Finding Neverland was such a masterpiece. completely worth watching for the lovelorn and simplified.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10342569-110960238217140843?l=number27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://number27.blogspot.com/feeds/110960238217140843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10342569&amp;postID=110960238217140843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10342569/posts/default/110960238217140843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10342569/posts/default/110960238217140843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://number27.blogspot.com/2005/02/soul-matchbox-twentyparliamentso-what.html' title=''/><author><name>lambie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12840989649697503515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y240/lambie01/thDSC00201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10342569.post-110943798872659751</id><published>2005-02-27T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T01:13:08.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>langish</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;dish of the day: Big Machine//Goo Goo Dolls&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;voila!&lt;br /&gt;here's my new blog.&lt;br /&gt;i think it's quite sweet. i like the rugged teddy bear.&lt;br /&gt;someone said i look like a rugger.&lt;br /&gt;hmm.&lt;br /&gt;someone said i had omelette calves too.&lt;br /&gt;hmm.&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, today was an okay day. im still quite sore over my stupidity for not buying the magic of love ticket instead.&lt;br /&gt;2 more days to o level results!&lt;br /&gt;and i really hope the bball guys can beat henderson sec tis time round and clinch 3rd. i know they can! &lt;br /&gt;what is love without its languages?&lt;br /&gt;what's yours? ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10342569-110943798872659751?l=number27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://number27.blogspot.com/feeds/110943798872659751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10342569&amp;postID=110943798872659751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10342569/posts/default/110943798872659751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10342569/posts/default/110943798872659751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://number27.blogspot.com/2005/02/langish.html' title='langish'/><author><name>lambie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12840989649697503515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y240/lambie01/thDSC00201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10342569.post-110943734187358699</id><published>2005-02-27T01:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T01:02:21.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yay. new blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10342569-110943734187358699?l=number27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://number27.blogspot.com/feeds/110943734187358699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10342569&amp;postID=110943734187358699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10342569/posts/default/110943734187358699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10342569/posts/default/110943734187358699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://number27.blogspot.com/2005/02/yay.html' title=''/><author><name>lambie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12840989649697503515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y240/lambie01/thDSC00201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
