<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10342569</id><updated>2009-12-09T16:26:25.656+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?orderby=updated'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://number27.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10342569/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;orderby=updated'/><author><name>lambie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12840989649697503515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>51</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03188648606316636946'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03188648606316636946'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03188648606316636946'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03188648606316636946'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03188648606316636946'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03188648606316636946'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03188648606316636946'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03188648606316636946'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03188648606316636946'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03188648606316636946'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03188648606316636946'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03188648606316636946'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03188648606316636946'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03188648606316636946'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03188648606316636946'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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' 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xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03188648606316636946'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03188648606316636946'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03188648606316636946'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03188648606316636946'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03188648606316636946'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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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moment with 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' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10342569&amp;postID=111185069333545008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10342569/posts/default/111185069333545008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10342569/posts/default/111185069333545008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://number27.blogspot.com/2005/03/dish-of-day-perfect-moment-martine.html' title=''/><author><name>lambie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12840989649697503515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03188648606316636946'/></author><thr:total 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