<?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-13562034</id><updated>2011-07-30T20:19:54.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'>if life hurts, it means we understand~</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Crystal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/TG6PXScQj0I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/7-sMXh1chBo/S220/red+hair.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>222</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13562034.post-5703740167332595350</id><published>2010-11-02T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T00:03:39.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MOVED!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://purpledaisies.tumblr.com/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="280" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/TM7kVcMkfCI/AAAAAAAAAd4/GbEu_26Orl0/s640/tumblr+bar+copy+avatar.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'VE MOVED!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13562034-5703740167332595350?l=lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://purpledaisies.tumblr.com' title='MOVED!!!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/feeds/5703740167332595350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13562034&amp;postID=5703740167332595350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/5703740167332595350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/5703740167332595350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/2010/11/moved.html' title='MOVED!!!'/><author><name>Crystal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/TG6PXScQj0I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/7-sMXh1chBo/S220/red+hair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/TM7kVcMkfCI/AAAAAAAAAd4/GbEu_26Orl0/s72-c/tumblr+bar+copy+avatar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13562034.post-2350620950174827251</id><published>2010-06-15T01:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T03:25:40.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SMILE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/TBexnICXT-I/AAAAAAAAAb8/T16KQx2dwX8/s1600/10542_540.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/TBexnICXT-I/AAAAAAAAAb8/T16KQx2dwX8/s400/10542_540.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I think I more or less mastered this. No? I seemed less bothered about things anymore. To me, life just goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday is the same, I wake up, school/work/hang out with friends, home, online then bed. Sure, once in a while I do something more exciting. Such as birthday celebrations at Clarke Quay or a chalet with course mates is not an everyday thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even so, everyday seems the same. Sometimes a good happy day, sometimes a normal day or sometimes a moody PMSy day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, here comes the big BUT, I am generally happy. I don't particularly want anything now (besides the usual material things). I'm happy with my work (despite the low pay), with my school (I don't hate the course, just not my thing), with my lovely friends (even though they love to tease me for god knows why).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike me, some people wants, practically craves, for money or love. They can't live without it. Why? Whether you have it or not, life goes on. I mean, obviously it's better with them. But life doesn't give you what you want all the time. It isn't fair, we all know that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/TBezwMkztAI/AAAAAAAAAcE/8p39iIjOQVs/s1600/1294_540.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/TBezwMkztAI/AAAAAAAAAcE/8p39iIjOQVs/s400/1294_540.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just accept life and smile your way through. It makes life easier. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13562034-2350620950174827251?l=lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/feeds/2350620950174827251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13562034&amp;postID=2350620950174827251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/2350620950174827251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/2350620950174827251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/2010/06/smile.html' title='SMILE'/><author><name>Crystal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/TG6PXScQj0I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/7-sMXh1chBo/S220/red+hair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/TBexnICXT-I/AAAAAAAAAb8/T16KQx2dwX8/s72-c/10542_540.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13562034.post-2070465422992610721</id><published>2010-05-30T02:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T01:12:15.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anti-Apple</title><content type='html'>Everyone knows I'm anti-Apple. I used to own an iPod Mini though. But it died on me. In case you newer generation people can't remember what a Mini looks like here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cash4ipods.co.uk/images/ipodmini.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://www.cash4ipods.co.uk/images/ipodmini.jpg" width="130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And stupidly enough, I did get a blue one. Well, I was in my pants-only-everything-blue stage. And I used it for like a year (??) and it gave me this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mp3buzz.net/images/sadipod.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://www.mp3buzz.net/images/sadipod.png" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And the link www.apple.com/support/ipod. Which I went and it basically means it just went to iPod heaven and you should get a new one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, Apple has launched it's ultimate products (yet) which are the iTouch and iPhone. And I hate them Except for the Tap Tap game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's freakin' touchscreen (which I absolutely cannot stand). It's supa atas and overrated. Everyone is using an iPhone. My dad has one. In fact, almost my whole family from my dad's side has one. Even my 2 nieces (aged 2 and 3) share an iTouch (which is filled ONLY with little kids educational games)!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm the black sheep who got a berry. Which I adore!!!! And I'm proud of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just found another reason to dislike Apple more. Look:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/TAFWQHaFJHI/AAAAAAAAAb0/UnIlB2M6oRM/s1600/23589_540.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="333" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/TAFWQHaFJHI/AAAAAAAAAb0/UnIlB2M6oRM/s400/23589_540.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So many apps come in blue (my most disliked colour) and sooooo little comes in purple (my favourite colour). So now is who come find problem with who first?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See see!!! Is Apple bias against me uh. Got freakin' evidence. Stupid Apple.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13562034-2070465422992610721?l=lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/feeds/2070465422992610721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13562034&amp;postID=2070465422992610721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/2070465422992610721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/2070465422992610721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/2010/05/anti-apple.html' title='Anti-Apple'/><author><name>Crystal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/TG6PXScQj0I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/7-sMXh1chBo/S220/red+hair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/TAFWQHaFJHI/AAAAAAAAAb0/UnIlB2M6oRM/s72-c/23589_540.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13562034.post-6656604106628900987</id><published>2010-05-26T16:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T01:12:26.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my sad lil life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/S_zVUbWe_eI/AAAAAAAAAbs/wiAlc5JwL2E/s1600/15908_540.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/S_zVUbWe_eI/AAAAAAAAAbs/wiAlc5JwL2E/s400/15908_540.jpg" width="286" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yes I'm back after procrastinating for a SUPERRRRR long time. HAHAHAHA. Free block is here! Yay, not. Why? Cus I'm busy everyday!!!! ): Which is like damn sad. I plan out my outings with my girls early then put work schedule for my free days and my manager give me all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Means right in a week, I spend every single day out of the house. Except today. I actually planned to go out with my babygirls today but cancelled. Sooooo, for the first time in very fucking long, I actutally get to NUA at home!!!! BLISS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But I miss school! Not the lessons! I miss my classmates, my elective mates (best everrrr!) and my cute Year 1s. OMFG!!!! They are so funny. Awwwww...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway, work was super tiring, but fun as well. Some newbies kinda gets on my nerves but it's relatively okay laaa. I'm nice. Heehee...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13562034-6656604106628900987?l=lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/feeds/6656604106628900987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13562034&amp;postID=6656604106628900987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/6656604106628900987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/6656604106628900987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-sad-lil-life.html' title='my sad lil life.'/><author><name>Crystal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/TG6PXScQj0I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/7-sMXh1chBo/S220/red+hair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/S_zVUbWe_eI/AAAAAAAAAbs/wiAlc5JwL2E/s72-c/15908_540.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13562034.post-6381426456060867019</id><published>2010-05-12T18:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T18:56:32.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not dead. NOT YET.</title><content type='html'>HAHAHAHAHA! Damn long never blog already. Super busy with work and especially school. School is killing me with Alias. ): I need a pro to teach me how to use Alias. Pretty please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Killer elective as well. Urghhhhh. Life's not going as well as planned. :s Folks went overseas, coming back around 4am!!!! Whee~ so excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in school now. PROCRASTINATING!!!! &amp;gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I shall go home now to do work and charge my berry!!! Bye Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13562034-6381426456060867019?l=lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/feeds/6381426456060867019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13562034&amp;postID=6381426456060867019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/6381426456060867019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/6381426456060867019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-not-dead-not-yet.html' title='I&apos;m not dead. NOT YET.'/><author><name>Crystal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/TG6PXScQj0I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/7-sMXh1chBo/S220/red+hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13562034.post-7417975328738970939</id><published>2010-04-05T01:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T02:06:56.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing up. Fast.</title><content type='html'>A friend showed me this but I can't remember where it was. So if it's ORIGINALLY YOURS, tell me. I'll credit you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Remember when getting high meant swinging on the playground?&lt;br /&gt;When protection meant wearing a helmet?&lt;br /&gt;When the worst things you could get from boys were cooties?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad's shoulders were the highest place on Earth and Mum was your hero?&lt;br /&gt;Race issues were about who ran the fastest.&lt;br /&gt;War was only a card game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the only drug you know was cough medicine?&lt;br /&gt;The most pain you felt was when you skinned your knees.&lt;br /&gt;And goodbyes only meant until tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we couldn't wait to grow up.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But y'know what? Actually nothing really changes, just our perspective.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13562034-7417975328738970939?l=lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/feeds/7417975328738970939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13562034&amp;postID=7417975328738970939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/7417975328738970939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/7417975328738970939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/2010/04/growing-up-fast.html' title='Growing up. Fast.'/><author><name>Crystal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/TG6PXScQj0I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/7-sMXh1chBo/S220/red+hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13562034.post-7158171214168896941</id><published>2010-03-11T23:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T02:23:19.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KBox &amp; Workshop</title><content type='html'>Yesterday (Wednesday) was ultra-FUN! Promised myself it would be the last day to play before committing myself to P1. It's high time I start work seriously. Stressed~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I went to Kbox yesterday with the girls. Met Shihui first then Seahhan, who came down from her school. At first, we went to Funan to look for Seahhan's earpiece which we couldn't find! ): But we found this shop that sells magic tricks and stuff. Pretty interesting la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then off to Marina Square to have lunch at Subway then finally in to the KTV lounge. $8 per person including a drink (and the standard 2 bowls of snacks).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG. It was damn fun 'cus it had been AGES since we went to sing K. The last time for me was with Seahhan. Just the the two of us, an impromptu K-session 'cus we had no place to go. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just kept singing non-stop! Never even go toilet. First time sing K never go toilet lor! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love to sing duets!! So sweet of us right? Hahahahaha... Especially Jay Chou's songs. HEEHEE! I like Zhou Jie Lun's songs. &amp;lt;3 Everytime is I/Shihui sing male, then Seahhan sing female. Or else is I sing male, Shihui sing female.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? 'Cus Seahhan cannot sing male (too low), I cannot sing female (too high). LOL! But mad fun lor.&amp;nbsp;And of course, we spammed pictures like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, toilet shots! Before lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/S5kn8P5pb0I/AAAAAAAAAZs/C9HdP4TXKdQ/s1600-h/DSCN0005.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/S5kn8P5pb0I/AAAAAAAAAZs/C9HdP4TXKdQ/s400/DSCN0005.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Best picture of the day! I mad love this one!!! Can see my gorgeous blue contact lens. Fab lighting too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/S5kn-7AcfVI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/elfRUS-mBjI/s1600-h/DSCN0010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/S5kn-7AcfVI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/elfRUS-mBjI/s320/DSCN0010.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Heehee. Shihui so sexayyyy. xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/S5kq45VGWtI/AAAAAAAAAbc/mioBJbporFY/s1600-h/IMG00216-20100310-1453.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/S5kq45VGWtI/AAAAAAAAAbc/mioBJbporFY/s320/IMG00216-20100310-1453.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;From my berry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/S5kq7ur84EI/AAAAAAAAAbk/cPks1A17Fhg/s1600-h/IMG00217-20100310-1454.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/S5kq7ur84EI/AAAAAAAAAbk/cPks1A17Fhg/s320/IMG00217-20100310-1454.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This one also! Love my hair!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;And inside the KTV lounge!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/S5koBbmlh9I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/YNkcXrk3_co/s1600-h/DSCN0012.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/S5koBbmlh9I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/YNkcXrk3_co/s320/DSCN0012.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Mad love my legs here! So slim and tanned!!! I likey. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/S5koDDcHqyI/AAAAAAAAAaE/mhlWFuou9XY/s1600-h/DSCN0013.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/S5koDDcHqyI/AAAAAAAAAaE/mhlWFuou9XY/s320/DSCN0013.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This one still okay. I look like I have slut eyes 'cus I blink due to the super bright flash! OUCH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/S5koH--BOVI/AAAAAAAAAaM/0DhQrA2qpT0/s1600-h/DSCN0019.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/S5koH--BOVI/AAAAAAAAAaM/0DhQrA2qpT0/s320/DSCN0019.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/S5koKWwIR9I/AAAAAAAAAaU/xRqxrurj9MM/s1600-h/DSCN0024.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/S5koKWwIR9I/AAAAAAAAAaU/xRqxrurj9MM/s320/DSCN0024.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/S5koMchflWI/AAAAAAAAAac/2c23t_h3fUw/s1600-h/DSCN0028.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/S5koMchflWI/AAAAAAAAAac/2c23t_h3fUw/s320/DSCN0028.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/S5koO2baAwI/AAAAAAAAAak/qD4O296a9Lg/s1600-h/DSCN0025.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/S5koO2baAwI/AAAAAAAAAak/qD4O296a9Lg/s320/DSCN0025.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/S5koR4uCWBI/AAAAAAAAAas/zbDbLKp5Pkk/s1600-h/DSCN0030.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/S5koR4uCWBI/AAAAAAAAAas/zbDbLKp5Pkk/s320/DSCN0030.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My body looks so small here!! COLD la. (Actually I was wearing some kind of black jacket. But I took it off or else I look like I have no arms.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/S5koV_4TdjI/AAAAAAAAAa0/qWKVYcsl20Y/s1600-h/DSCN0033.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/S5koV_4TdjI/AAAAAAAAAa0/qWKVYcsl20Y/s320/DSCN0033.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;HAHAHAHA. This one so cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/S5koY4uxW1I/AAAAAAAAAa8/xLkJthIn21c/s1600-h/DSCN0034.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/S5koY4uxW1I/AAAAAAAAAa8/xLkJthIn21c/s320/DSCN0034.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/S5koaKkzmTI/AAAAAAAAAbE/74Kg70nC3r8/s1600-h/DSCN0035.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/S5koaKkzmTI/AAAAAAAAAbE/74Kg70nC3r8/s320/DSCN0035.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I faked an expression while trying to snap a "natural" shot. The other two were really singing la!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After all that singing, we had Just Acia for dinner!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/S5kqWcQZq7I/AAAAAAAAAbM/c6ncPH9AAc8/s1600-h/DSCN0048.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/S5kqWcQZq7I/AAAAAAAAAbM/c6ncPH9AAc8/s320/DSCN0048.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Successful shot after many failed attempts by Seahhan. This one is taken by me lor! *flicks hair* HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/S5kqbYulvFI/AAAAAAAAAbU/--7dB7vwnN4/s1600-h/DSCN0049.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/S5kqbYulvFI/AAAAAAAAAbU/--7dB7vwnN4/s320/DSCN0049.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Blur shot! But I loved it cus of my greedy expression!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;And today, I went school! Tadah!!!! But stupid me reached at 12.15pm. And I obviously knew that workshop closes at 12nn for an hour for lunch break. And all my classmates were out of school for lunch because OUR DEAR SCHOOLMATES FROM OTHER SCHOOLS PRACTICALLY POURED INTO DESIGN CANTEEN, leaving the design students so space at all. And the queue was emmeffing long canxzxzxzx!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;And the thing is design school still have lessons, other schools holiday already leh. Then still come crowd our canteen. Grrrrr!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So I stoned by myself in school for like half an hour to 45minutes. Then I saw Hera, Hafir, Fan, WeiXiang and Zul. Followed them to design canteen for them to have lunch. I didn't eat cus queue too long. Then I went workshop and started on my work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Initially I was kinda productive and do and do, with ALOT of help from classmates. Really grateful for their time and help! Love ya! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Then as late afternoon comes, I became a bit lazy. Went for super late lunch. Did a bit of work. Walked around a whole bunch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Dad came and picked my up for dinner with him and bro. Went Tampines Mall to eat and buy my tools. Now I can haz a set of needle files and a colourful set of screwdrivers! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Dad dropped me off at school again, 'cus I promised my classmate I would go back and do my work. I think my classmates are all very nice. When at first I say I going off, they will sort of scold me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Said something like have I finished my work. If I had enough time and such. Really make me remember my deadline. That's why I went back after dinner. And they say good! HAHA. So cute right, my classmates?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;They everytime say hate you la, ask you shut up la or similar stuff, but they really show concern and give encouragement lor. I know I say these alot of times already la. But then I really feel super touched what! LOL. Really mah. Last time secondary school where got like that. If &lt;i&gt;suan&lt;/i&gt; you is really &lt;i&gt;suan&lt;/i&gt; you one lor. Ask you to &lt;i&gt;jiayou&lt;/i&gt; (buck up/good luck) is all like half-hearted one. Well, that's how I felt it was la. *shrugs*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway, came back and continued with my work. Sometimes my classmates will help me. Like Ezra help me use scrollsaw cut the hole in my wooden sheet until damn &lt;i&gt;swee&lt;/i&gt;. Afternoon, Gericho got help me and teach me to use benchsaw ('cus I forgot). John helped my sand my stupid wooden block until really nice . EZ always answer my never-ending questions. Peiyun and Elky also give me alot of helpful suggestions&amp;nbsp;and made things alot fun-er ("whee-oo!!"). And Emeth also got help me abit and answer all those annoying questions about his product. Hahahahaha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I like giving some kind of Thank You speech hor? Actually, kind of la. 'Cus really grateful to all their help since I kinda have blonde moments now and then especially so in the workshop. I am like very out of place there. But I am not giving up 'cus I decided I'm staying, not quitting. (: *beams*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I should stop getting side tracked. LOL! Anyway, workshop closed around 9pm and we were all planning to cab home. PH (who somehow managed to get putty on his face. HAHAHAHAHA) and EZ were lazy and they wanted to cab together to split cost. End up we took bus with John. Poor Ezra take bus by himself. Daniel, Gary and Joel share cab home, I think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Reached home faster go shower. Super sticky and got sawdust stuck all over me. Really dislike the workshop lor. But no choice. PID is like that. Spend half the time inside there, sawdust clogging up our nose and lungs. TSK!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;p/S &amp;nbsp;Forgot to mention, TOTAL OF FIVE GIRLS QUIT PID ALREADY! Damn sad lor. From 80% to like now 90% guys in my class. Not as fun anymore! ): Pangsehhhhhh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13562034-7158171214168896941?l=lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/feeds/7158171214168896941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13562034&amp;postID=7158171214168896941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/7158171214168896941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/7158171214168896941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/2010/03/kbox-workshop.html' title='KBox &amp; Workshop'/><author><name>Crystal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/TG6PXScQj0I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/7-sMXh1chBo/S220/red+hair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/S5kn8P5pb0I/AAAAAAAAAZs/C9HdP4TXKdQ/s72-c/DSCN0005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13562034.post-4785514879261299745</id><published>2010-03-09T21:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T21:57:57.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ichi Ni San. Che-ze!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yay! Picture post! Before the photo spam, quick brief of where I went. Went AMK central to print photos and buy marker but found out Popular disappeared. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Met Seahhan, Shihui and Elain to go polyclinic. Seahhan and Elain doing bloodtest. Then to another clinic for Shihui's urine test. Haiyo~ SO troublesome. Test here test there, in the end all healthy what. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pizza Hut for late lunch. Wanted to go Nebo's for chocolate waffles but too full. Then KBox to enquire about something. Some bookshop to buy my marker (and eraser cus I lost mine). Walked around Hub. Bought snow ice and sat down to eat. Walked around a little more then homed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay okay. Pictures now.&amp;nbsp;First up, toilet mirror pictures!! HAHAHA. Typical right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/S5ZP_q1G2DI/AAAAAAAAAY8/qCFPG6Ok0Zc/s1600-h/IMG00195-20100309-1654.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/S5ZP_q1G2DI/AAAAAAAAAY8/qCFPG6Ok0Zc/s400/IMG00195-20100309-1654.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;After Seahhan's injection. Explains my face. I show concern leh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/S5ZQCaTyQjI/AAAAAAAAAZE/XhtwT1b3ryQ/s1600-h/IMG00196-20100309-1655.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/S5ZQCaTyQjI/AAAAAAAAAZE/XhtwT1b3ryQ/s400/IMG00196-20100309-1655.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Group photo! Love my dressing. I look younger right? LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/S5ZQFP1gVFI/AAAAAAAAAZM/5w0-2SO2Dl4/s1600-h/IMG00197-20100309-1823.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/S5ZQFP1gVFI/AAAAAAAAAZM/5w0-2SO2Dl4/s400/IMG00197-20100309-1823.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Seahhan in the toilet. &lt;i&gt;Da Bian Xiao Gong Zhu&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Before meeting them, I went to print some photos. Haha. Did them on computer one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/S5ZQGr-0jMI/AAAAAAAAAZU/Q2noHcoRFDg/s1600-h/IMG00210-20100309-2139.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/S5ZQGr-0jMI/AAAAAAAAAZU/Q2noHcoRFDg/s400/IMG00210-20100309-2139.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Fake polaroids! Chio not? I know look damn fake la. But I like. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/S5ZQJiv3xhI/AAAAAAAAAZc/zthZ7JJHsSg/s1600-h/IMG00209-20100309-2013.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/S5ZQJiv3xhI/AAAAAAAAAZc/zthZ7JJHsSg/s320/IMG00209-20100309-2013.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My blue contacts. Nice right? Pardon the fading eyeliner, I was using pencil one cus going AMK only what.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last but not least...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/S5ZQLij82dI/AAAAAAAAAZk/2NLz1cntSUw/s1600-h/IMG00203-20100309-2011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/S5ZQLij82dI/AAAAAAAAAZk/2NLz1cntSUw/s400/IMG00203-20100309-2011.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;ME!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13562034-4785514879261299745?l=lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/feeds/4785514879261299745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13562034&amp;postID=4785514879261299745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/4785514879261299745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/4785514879261299745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/2010/03/ichi-ni-san-che-ze.html' title='Ichi Ni San. Che-ze!'/><author><name>Crystal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/TG6PXScQj0I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/7-sMXh1chBo/S220/red+hair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/S5ZP_q1G2DI/AAAAAAAAAY8/qCFPG6Ok0Zc/s72-c/IMG00195-20100309-1654.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13562034.post-8027452321198464925</id><published>2010-03-08T23:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T21:32:19.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weirdest bus ride.</title><content type='html'>Yup, it was one of the weirdest and most amusing bus rides I have taken. I was on the upper deck of Bus 25 on the way to Ang Mo Kio from school. The bus would pass by my house first before reaching AMK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the bus stop after my house, a group of secondary school guys (I think Serangoon Garden Secondary)boarded. First to come up was a huge bunch of SUPER NOISY lower secondary boys, who sat behind me. Then followed by 3 upper secondary guys. 2 of them went somewhere behind the lower secondary to sit, then the other one sat beside me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because the lower secondary boys were being very rowdy and noisy, I was giving the &lt;i&gt;dulan&lt;/i&gt; face. The guy who sat beside me practically turned his head right in front of my face to stare at me. I tried ignoring him but he kept staring until I took out one of my earpiece and asked,"Do I know you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said no and ask for my age. Then he asked,"You angry uh? I can't sit here?" I replied," No la, your school people very noisy." Then he was like," Who? Tell me." After I shook my head, he said,"You look ah lian but don't talk like one."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE HELL, bastard la! Just met me and anyhow accuse LAO NIANG????? So rude can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like,"What??? Where got??????!" He then turned around to his schoolmates and say,"She look like ah lian right?" I looked at the lower secondary boys behind me and all of them seemed too terrified to answer. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then asked me where I going and before I could reply he said,"AMK Hub right?" When I said yes, he went (rather BHB-ly),"You think I clever or not?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could swear I wanted to knock his head there and then. Instead I just replied,"Actually, no. This bus goes and terminates at Ang Mo Kio."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then at that moment, 4 secondary school (different schools from the boys) girls boarded and sat diagonally opposite us. They saw the guys and were like super excited; keeping looking over and chatting. I told the guy next to me,"Why don't go talk to those girls instead?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He replied,"Don't want la. They not pretty."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then whipped out his iPhone (another Apple user) and surfed to Facebook,"Eh you use Facebook? What's your Facebook?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like,"Sorry, I don't add random strangers on Facebook." You know how this kid reply?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He went,"Nevermind la. I add you. I make the sacrifice." Total roll-eyes-moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said (kinda dryly), "It isn't a very big sacrifice."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was freakin' persistent,"Don't like that la. Make friends. What's your name?" I replied and 550+ results appear on Facebook. "Crystal what?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoying his frustration, I went,"If you can find me on Facebook without my last name, I'll give you credit by accepting your friend request."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahaha! WIN. xD&amp;nbsp;Man, was he &lt;i&gt;pek chek&lt;/i&gt;! I asked for his age, he somemore refused to tell me and ask me to guess. Being quite annoyed, I said 15 to spite him. I wanted to say younger but he was wearing long pants. But honestly, he looks 16 la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys then alighted at the MRT station and once they alighted, they kept staring up. But I was sitting on the right side of the&amp;nbsp;aisle, so they probably couldn't see me. But the girls (yes, they were still there, staring and chatting excitedly) were like,"OMG, they are looking at us! They're still looking. Oh, look away already. Eh, look back again!" In chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, they were being so irritating. Second, I wanted to laugh at the girls. HAHAHAHA! Really think so highly of themselves. TSK TSK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after I alighted at the interchange, I went to the bank before meeting Julia at the train station to pass her her contact lens, I went to walk around by myself at AMK Hub cus I was itching to buy something. HEEHEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;i&gt;suay&lt;/i&gt; enough, I saw those guys again. Actually I couldn't recognise him at all. I was just walking when someone called my name. I looked up but I didn't see anyone I know. Then I saw 3 secondary school guys looking in my direction and I sort of remembered (but not clearly) it's him. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quickly went home after that. Don't want to bump into him again.&amp;nbsp;Up til now, I don't know his name. And thank goodness, he still haven't found me on Facebook.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13562034-8027452321198464925?l=lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/feeds/8027452321198464925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13562034&amp;postID=8027452321198464925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/8027452321198464925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/8027452321198464925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/2010/03/weirdest-bus-ride.html' title='Weirdest bus ride.'/><author><name>Crystal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/TG6PXScQj0I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/7-sMXh1chBo/S220/red+hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13562034.post-2152634431466068147</id><published>2010-03-07T03:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T03:01:36.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twitter</title><content type='html'>As ALOT of people know, I am highly active on Twitter (follow me @&lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/lifereallyhurts"&gt;lifereallyhurts&lt;/a&gt;). And yes, people do tell me I tweet alot and almost all my tweets are like mundane or random or just plain nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? 'Cus I like. 'Cus it's fun to me. And it's true I linked my tweets to my Facebook, thus showing all my tweets on my friends' Facebook homepages. And there you are complaining how I'm flooding your homepage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, I'm not complaining about you flooding mine with your endless Facebook games! I just skip them and read the others. You can do the same. No one forcing you to read what. Not happy? Un-friend me on Facebook lor. No one stopping you. Block me lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus I usually tweet-flood at night when LESS (not all) people are online. You mean I have to wait til YOU are offline then I can tweet-flood? Who are you for me to do that? You some big shot meh? No what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus the more pissed you get, the more I don't care. Write on Facebook lor. You think I don't know you talking about me? I not that blur okay. Beat around the bush just to arrow me. *roll eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus the whole point of Twitter? It's something to answer the question "What are you doing NOW?" So I can update it how ever I want. It's MY account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I'm not pissed. I'm amused. The more you complain, the more I tweet. Simple as that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even if I don't have Twitter, I can also easily update the same tweets through Facebook statuses right? Then also same problem what (to you).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you just let me be and ignore my tweets if it bothers you so much? Like that win-win what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just don't like seeing my updates right? &lt;i&gt;Jiu shi kan bu shuang&lt;/i&gt; right? Then your business what. Like that I see you &lt;i&gt;bu shuang&lt;/i&gt;, I can kill you or not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL! Really stupid right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s &amp;nbsp;FOLLOW ME!! @&lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/lifereallyhurts"&gt;lifereallyhurts&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13562034-2152634431466068147?l=lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/feeds/2152634431466068147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13562034&amp;postID=2152634431466068147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/2152634431466068147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/2152634431466068147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/2010/03/twitter.html' title='Twitter'/><author><name>Crystal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/TG6PXScQj0I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/7-sMXh1chBo/S220/red+hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13562034.post-1639724233709524917</id><published>2010-03-06T01:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T03:08:13.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching up is the best!</title><content type='html'>Just came home not long. Had ballet lesson from 6.30pm. Met the girls around 3plus to eat and talk. Location this time? Pizza Hut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear all of Thomson Plaza's restaurants probably would have blacklisted us. We make so much noise! Haiyo~ HAHAHA. And I feel so sad. ): Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cus almost everytime the server brings the bill, he/she will present it to LAO NIANG!!! I know I'm the oldest la. But really can tell meh?! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Ms Tan came today to help us. Really appreciated it because it was a super great help. I really felt that all of us improved alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, I absolutely love my dancemates. HAHAHA. All the fun times we have together. We meet a few hours early almost before every lesson. And the Swensen's people must know us by now. We seem to go there most often. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lesson, I met Yanyi darling at McDonald's for dinner/supper!!! Missed her like mad~ Exchanged stories and stuff. So fun!!! (Darl, find time go seesha!!!) Really love her to the max lor. Can tell her practically anything. (:&amp;nbsp;Too bad, we forgot take photos!! ): So long never take photos with her sia. Oh well~ Next time next time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just finished watching Down With Love a few days back. Super good drama. Never felt that feeling in such a long while. I find alot of new dramas not exciting enough. This on really made me watch through it! Must be because of Ella! So cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm starting to accept Jerry Yan (I used to dislike him cus I felt F4 was gay). OMG, did anyone see his teeth. So nice and straight!!! Really liked it when he smiles. And his actions are kinda cute. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting on Autumn's Concerto now. Seems kinda draggy. But the plot seems good. Let's see if I will finish this. I don't really like Vanness Wu (bad impression). And I just remembered I have a schoolmate who looks kinda like him! HAHAHAHA. Just realised all of a sudden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay la. Will try and blog with pictures soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s &amp;nbsp;I can haz Starbucks Blackberry theme! Max chio!!!! I LOVE MY BABY (BERRY)!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/S5FVZpx63WI/AAAAAAAAAYU/9I8jYTlFdUM/s1600-h/starbucks+bb.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="303" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/S5FVZpx63WI/AAAAAAAAAYU/9I8jYTlFdUM/s400/starbucks+bb.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Main view.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/S5FVbjWlovI/AAAAAAAAAYc/VW--EhYbl6k/s1600-h/starbucks+bb+(2).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="306" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/S5FVbjWlovI/AAAAAAAAAYc/VW--EhYbl6k/s400/starbucks+bb+(2).JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;When my berry is locked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/S5FV2YJ6T2I/AAAAAAAAAYk/vhCGntCSKzA/s1600-h/starbucks+bb+(3).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/S5FV2YJ6T2I/AAAAAAAAAYk/vhCGntCSKzA/s320/starbucks+bb+(3).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Call mode.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Chio not? Credits to &lt;a href="http://www.coolblackberrythemes.com/store/"&gt;Cool BlackBerry Themes&lt;/a&gt;. (The name sounds lame but they have great themes for BBs!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13562034-1639724233709524917?l=lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/feeds/1639724233709524917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13562034&amp;postID=1639724233709524917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/1639724233709524917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/1639724233709524917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/2010/03/catching-up-is-best.html' title='Catching up is the best!'/><author><name>Crystal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/TG6PXScQj0I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/7-sMXh1chBo/S220/red+hair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/S5FVZpx63WI/AAAAAAAAAYU/9I8jYTlFdUM/s72-c/starbucks+bb.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13562034.post-8220201205142510696</id><published>2010-03-04T14:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T02:31:36.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I broke my promise.</title><content type='html'>Oh man, I broke my promise to my blog! I am really really sorry! ): As tradition, I will start with homework again. HCD just ended. YAY. P1 is going into full swing. Starting to get the hang of this already. From the start of the&amp;nbsp;academic&amp;nbsp;year, 5 people have dropped out of my course. FIVE!! That's quite alot already huh. Those are are still here have thought of dropping out, no joke. But but but we must hang on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My classmates all have been really nice and sweet, giving each other encouragement and ALOT of help. I don't know what to do without them. All of them have been trying to make it as fun as possible despite the deadlines and the never-ending rejection by lecturers. LOVE THEM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea, year 1 is almost finishing and my thoughts on it? Not much regrets and I'm really thankful and pleased to have made so many new and fun friends. All of them have been really caring, even though they keep saying they hate you or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what happened in the month of February when I was MIA-ing in the blogsphere? We started off the month with Hillary's 18th birthday at Hyde. Lovely girl. She's currently trying to get into ADM. Sad to see her go but wishing her all the best in her studies!!! Anyways, we (our classmates) were invited (including her other friends) to her party and we had tons of fun. I learnt how to play pool (taught by Jeannette) and embarrassed myself. HAHAHAHA. Okay, not really la. We drank and toasted to our lecturer. *winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much happened in the middle of the month really. Plenty of meeting with my girlfriends and shopping. ZOMG, money really flies away damn fast lor. I really miss the girls. AWWWWW~ And in the last week of February? Everything happened. GAH! No la, nothing bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was Seahhan's birthday and she blackmailed me into going drinking with her, Shihui and some friends of theirs. She everytime like that one leh. Not blackmail, then is con, guilt trip or &lt;i&gt;sha jiao&lt;/i&gt; with me until I go. TSK TSK! Seahhan got high, I was super red in the face and Shihui seemed okay but she seems abit not her usual self. *shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/S5KeuAX8T5I/AAAAAAAAAYs/PGxunIyotY4/s1600-h/amber21.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/S5KeuAX8T5I/AAAAAAAAAYs/PGxunIyotY4/s400/amber21.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The nicest and the most glam photo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I really super red lor. Then all the photos come out like shit one. Haiyo~ How come my legs look so short in the photo?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had ALOT of drinks and played like endless games and cake! We kept going to the toilet to PEE. OMG. Even after the pub was closed, it wasn't time to go home. We hung around outside then WALKED, yes walked, all the way to RafflesCity's McDonalds'. I was really really sleepy then. Watched them eat and do random things and finally finally finally I get to go home! At 5plus in the morning. My mom woke up at 5 and called me to demand my location, and I told her I was on the way. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cabbed home and reached home around 6am! Couldn't get to sleep. Onlined and packed my bag for THAT day. I had my normal overnight bag, my camera bag and my tripod! OMG, alot of things to carry. And I was in killer heels and a dress which kinda restricts alot of my movements. Lucky Seahhan was late (must be overslept!) and cabbed down, picked up Cheryl and Shihui on the way before me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went down to RafflesCity (again) to collect balloons and cabbed to Golden Landmark Hotel. Decorated the room and first guests arrived. Found out air-con wasn't working and we had to change room. Re-decorated second room. Guests starts to arrive. We hung around, ate and talked. Went down to poolside to take photos (I still have not upload!!!!!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When down to the poolside bar to have drinks and girl-talk during the evening. Walked to 7-Eleven for more food. HAHA. Some friends arrived. Our room got complained alot of times!!! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bunch of guy friends appeared at 2plus am. They left at 4plus? God, and we slept at 5am. Seven people on a double bed. Not much sleep, I got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up and checked out at 12nn. Split up and left with me, Seahhan, Shihui and Joyce. Met a couple of friends from *cough*friday night*cough*. The girls were trying to blackmail/con me into watching movie with them cus there wasn't any early movies. I needed to leave at 4plus cus I had ballet at 6pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ended up at some pool place and watched Seahhan try and play pool. I was a total failure. Cabbed to Dhoby Ghaut with them and I left first. Trained and bused home to pick up ballet stuff and cabbed to Thomson Plaza for dance. Super tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worked on project that night AND on Monday night. Presentaion on Tuesday was sorta okay. Did report on Tuesday night. Submitted yesterday. After 5 nights with no sleep/enough sleep, last night was bliss!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept for about 16hours. Now I'm starving but all my girlfriends are busy with school or their boyfriends. So I'm gonna nua and starve at home. If you can't get me tomorrow, means I'm dead from starvation. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13562034-8220201205142510696?l=lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/feeds/8220201205142510696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13562034&amp;postID=8220201205142510696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/8220201205142510696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/8220201205142510696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-broke-my-promise.html' title='I broke my promise.'/><author><name>Crystal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/TG6PXScQj0I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/7-sMXh1chBo/S220/red+hair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/S5KeuAX8T5I/AAAAAAAAAYs/PGxunIyotY4/s72-c/amber21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13562034.post-4623230949769715646</id><published>2010-01-29T03:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T19:29:33.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Project 1 is so NOT fun.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;OMG. First week of P1 and I'm hating it already. Just completed my first proposal within the last few hours. Sooooo complicated. Urgh. Actually we got Dennis as our lecturer but CheeKoon decided to&amp;nbsp;happy combine class, not happy split classes. What the hell he want? Really pissed at him can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;And it's not only P1, the HCD (human centered design) module also. For my class, it's supposed to be next block. The other class will be having it this block 3-6pm. But that CheeKoon decided to combine both classes and push the class forward to 1pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;Not that it's a bad thing. Just that I don't like the way he implemented on the first day of block WITH IMMEDIATE EFFECT. How about at least a week's advance notice huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;What if some of us have things planned already? I really felt for Zibin who had his work and other school stuff planned already. And CheeKoon is still going on with his brilliant plan cus the majority is in favour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;Of course they're in favour. If I don't have anything planned, I would be in favour. I was okay with it, just that I didn't like last minute scheduling. PLUS there's no guarantee that it wouldn't happen again right? And he's doing this MAINLY for his own convinience!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;And for the HCD module, my class lecturer is Ken (CheeKoon for other class). So now we have 2 lecturers. Big class + 2 lectures = bound to have some kind of miscommunication. (Ironically, our P1 topic is communication.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;By the way, I swear Ken hates me. Just vthe other day he sat beside me in HCD class while CheeKoon was teaching. Then at this powerpoint slide of a graph, he turned to me and asked if I understood. I nodded and pointed out what the X and Y axis represented. Then he looked at me and asked if I knew about the 5th and 95th percentile. I was like,"Yea, it's like A-Math, just that I'm not very good at it. But I understand the graph." And he bloody gave me this skeptical look and nodded, then turn back to his silly iPhone. BAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;Then later on in class, I was surfing ClubSNAP for polaroid cameras he asked me why I was not paying attention. What the shit. LAO NIANG WAS TOTALLY PAYING ATTENTION. His topic was on human body (the height, bone structure, etc...) and the particular slide at that time was about age group okay! See!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;Cannot multi-task uh? Even though I was surfing net, I did look up and listen to CheeKoon one can. But EVERY CheeKoon's lesson, I slept. Like seriously, it's THAT boring. But because Ken was sitting beside me that day, I couldn't sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;OH! And he asked for my name and said I'm the second person (PH was first) he now knows from the class (so honoured sia *roll eyes*) and that it wasn't a good thing. Although I just smiled, I was thinking,"Whatever la."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;Then at the end of the lesson, Ken shouted at our class saying that we were the worst class he ever seen. Which we all don't believe anyway. Cus the most our class did was surf net and talk amongst ourselves. We've seen other classes, where people just shouts across the room while ignoring the teacher. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;And Ken did one thing that made me wanna laugh. He asked Zibin what he was doing on his laptop (in a super fierce voice). Zibin said he was taking notes, which confirm die die is true. Cus Zibin is like one of the most hardworking person in class lor. FAIL sia, Ken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, photoshoot with the girls on Tuesday was love! Really nice photos, can't wait to get them up! And steamboat buffet dinner at Marina Square was really yummy! Missing the girls now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG, ballet tomorrow. DIE. I'm still aching from Sunday's class.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13562034-4623230949769715646?l=lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/feeds/4623230949769715646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13562034&amp;postID=4623230949769715646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/4623230949769715646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/4623230949769715646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/2010/01/project-1-is-so-not-fun_29.html' title='Project 1 is so NOT fun.'/><author><name>Crystal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/TG6PXScQj0I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/7-sMXh1chBo/S220/red+hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13562034.post-7149460905007726192</id><published>2010-01-23T01:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T01:47:58.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FREE AT LAST!</title><content type='html'>Rejoice! Block has ended, so has the horrendous 3D Art and Japanese. Okay la, Japanese was kinda fun actually. And I really miss my new friends! Awwwww~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Project 1 for next 2 blocks. Dieeeee. Plus it's a 9-freaking-AM to 12 noon class. HOW AM I GONNA WAKE UP???? Must start sleeping early soon. Thinking of working next week. Should I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway here's a picture of my final:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/S1nh61hAh5I/AAAAAAAAAYE/sNT2LtroZa4/s1600-h/IMG00061-20100121-0242.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" mt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/S1nh61hAh5I/AAAAAAAAAYE/sNT2LtroZa4/s640/IMG00061-20100121-0242.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Chio not? Made from paper (supported with wires inside) and a styrofoam ball (200mm in diametre). Stupid ball cost $10.70. Expensive hor. Lucky can claim from dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;And it wouldn't fit through the front dorr of my house. No matter how i twist, some part will still hit the door frame. Sian. Must slowly slowly slowly twist here twist there then I got out. Dad gave me $10 to cab to school. How to take bus? Sure got people stare. And somemore damn big la. So troublesome to take bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And and and I'm collecting new specs tomorrow! Black frame. Can't wait. Going back top same small cafe at don't know where as last week! Their aglio olio pasta is supa nice! Lotsa garlic! Will find out name of place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ballet tomorrow too. Supposed to go out with darls after but timing a bit weird. Gonna postpone to next week weekdays. Then Cheryl can come out too! Miss them like hell. So long never see them. But need to plan fast. Cus really thinking of working next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Since I say take 2 months break. Cus this month I actually did work. On the 2nd. Then rest of the month never work like that when February comes and I collect my January pay, it will only be $50. Abit sad right? So since I can, increase my pay for this month by working next week then stop after that. THEN continue after P1. Am I right? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm afraid I'm too lazy to work. Haiyoooo~ Why I so fickle? Want money but don't want to work. Money won't drop from sky leh. Plus I miss Big O people even though I went back TWICE last week and they made fun of my attire. WHATEVER.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13562034-7149460905007726192?l=lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/feeds/7149460905007726192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13562034&amp;postID=7149460905007726192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/7149460905007726192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/7149460905007726192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/2010/01/free-at-last.html' title='FREE AT LAST!'/><author><name>Crystal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/TG6PXScQj0I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/7-sMXh1chBo/S220/red+hair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/S1nh61hAh5I/AAAAAAAAAYE/sNT2LtroZa4/s72-c/IMG00061-20100121-0242.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13562034.post-7538714997319434242</id><published>2010-01-20T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T00:29:23.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>End of block is coming...</title><content type='html'>Yes! End of block is coming. Good news is that I can finally be free of the Japanese CDS and stupid 3D Art FUn module.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad news is that i haven't start building my 3D Art Fun sculpture and memorising the Japanese roleplay script. GAH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The the sad thing? I am so gonna miss my Japanese CDS groupmates. D: They&amp;nbsp;are so fun! I am really going to miss then like hell lor. Very &lt;em&gt;se bu de&lt;/em&gt; can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what? I got 50 out of 60 marks for my Japanese class test 1!!!! HAHAHAHAHA. So happy. 2nd top scorer in class. To those who had been laughing at me: MUAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually right, I'm damn surprised cus even though I did study, I only studied like 3 out of 5 topics on culture and none on language the night before. The rest I did last minute mugging like half an hour before class starts. So I think I am just lucky la. Cus I think some is I don't know then anyhowly do and fortunately chose the correct answer lor. Serious. (By the way, congrats to Dawn who got 51/60, our class' top scorer!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this morning I was supposed to wake up at 10.30am but I woke up 20minutes late! Cus I stupidly set my alarm at PM instead of AM. I woke up early cus I need to go Art Friend to buy a wooden figurine for my senior, Terence (apparetly he was from PHS til Sec3, but that was before I started there). (Pssss, I thought he lied when he said he was from PHS. HAHAHAHAHA...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it was kinda funny la. Cus I went to Art Friend at Bras Basah and I looked at the display. He said he wanted the 40cm one but the measurements all in inches. So I went down to Art Mark to see, also all in inches. 40cm= 16inches. ArtMark has 16inches, but I thought I better confirm again. Then I realised I didn't have his number, so I called Bane who didn't pick up his phone. Then I called Jeannette and asked for Bane and Terrence but fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a last attempt, I called Emeth. Thank god he answered and passed the phone to Terence. He confirmed he wanted the 40cm one so hang up. Then I turned to the uncle and said, "Okay, I'll have that one then." Then he went, "Male or female?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like, "Uhhhhhh... Wait uh." I tried to call Emeth again but don't know why never pick up. Tried for few more times then decide to text him. No reply. I stood in the shop for like 10minutes waiting. FInally I just got the male one. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went to McDonald's to buy Twister fries! And asked for directions to Rochor Canal Road to take bus 23 to school. I was told to "go out and walk straight."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Emeth kindly texted me Terence number and I got confirmation that I got the right figurine. Don't want to buy wrong stuff for seniors, I'll feel bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I walked straight for superrrrrr long and found myself at Bugis Junction. I was like,"Am I walking in the right path?" (I was.) So I asked for directions from a businessy person. OMG. I sound damn suaku can, SIngaporean get lost in Singapore. Somemore Singapore so small. Bahhhhh!&amp;nbsp;The businessy person told me that i "can actually turn left here and walk straight."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I did. And I saw OG building in the distance and I knew I was walking in the correct direction. Then at the traffic junction there was construction going on and there were tall metal fences. I wanted to cross the road, become like maze like that cus the metal fences so tall block my view of the OG building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I managed to cross the road, I went, "Now where's the OG building?" Lucky it was just somewhere near so I managed to find my way to the busstop. ZOMG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached school around 2pm, went workshop collected and gave the figurine to Terence and said hi to a few people and &lt;em&gt;kajiao&lt;/em&gt;-ed my classmates. Jeannette's 3D Art gonna be damn cool. So bought a real electric guitar and amp (2nd-hand) and sawed up the guitar (OMG right). Can't wait to see her final product. Bane's also. He say until his one sounds super exciting sia (to me la). Alot of people (including yours truly) have not started on theirs yet. DIE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasted my whole time lor totally. Just &lt;em&gt;lepak&lt;/em&gt;-ed around studio or workshop. Super sian and no motivation to start work. Anyway, my materials all at home la. Hung around aimlessly til 6pm then went for Japanese CDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AFter class, took cab with Edward to Sengkang area then took bus home. Edward paid cus his idea to cab cus HE IS LAZY! HAHAHAHAHA...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt stupid lugging the styrofoam ball (200mm in diametre) around in public la. A group of secondary school (I think) guys on the bus were like, "Eh look! You think where she got that ball?" "How I know? Ask her la." So paiseh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remembered telling some of my classmates in the afternoon that I should stuff it under my shirt then I confirm will get seat in the bus cus people will give up their seat to me cus I'm "pregnant". LOL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13562034-7538714997319434242?l=lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/feeds/7538714997319434242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13562034&amp;postID=7538714997319434242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/7538714997319434242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/7538714997319434242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/2010/01/end-of-block-is-coming.html' title='End of block is coming...'/><author><name>Crystal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/TG6PXScQj0I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/7-sMXh1chBo/S220/red+hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13562034.post-6606381865377868503</id><published>2010-01-18T01:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T01:29:47.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry X a thousand times.</title><content type='html'>OMG. My blog is so dead. ); Dearest blog, I am so sorry for pangsehing you for soooooo long. I should put in more effort to blog more often. New resolution. HAHAHA...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, whenever I blog once in don't-know-how-many-donkey-years, I will talk about how stressed school is and whatever shit deadlines I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First is the final sculpture thing I have to do for 3D Art Fun which is due thursday. And the journal also! Which I didn't even START to write. Come to think of it, I haven't plan on what to do for the sculpture also! DIE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I need to memorize the Japanese script for Friday's roleplaying. Yes I'm taking Japanese elective. Stop laughing. Very funny meh! It's just conversational Japanese, not even basic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yah. Super busy cus I also have ballet exam classes on Friday, Saturday AND Sunday afternoon/evening, 2 hours each. I have to miss the first 3 Friday lessons due to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My school timetable is really weird. 3-6pm: 3D Art Fun. 6-9pm: Japanese CDS. And every Monday, Dennis cancels his 3-6pm class so I go to school from 6-9pm. WTH?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay that aside, last Thursday, I went down to Big O to collect my pay to find out that it haven't come yet! OMG. Wasted trip totally. And I was seriously broke. This time is serious. I have like less than $10. I know right: How did I do it? Frankly speaking, I really have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm going down to collect my cheque tomorrow. And still have to bank in and wait for the bank to process my cheque. I'm afraid I might not live that long. AND I FORGOT TO MENTION, Simon knew I was going down on Thursday cus he saw my Facebook status. And he knew the cheques weren't in yet. But he didn't tell me! Evil right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Big O people keep making fun of my dressing la. What the fuck can. I feel so sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YAH! I have a story!!!! OMG. I have to say this. It went like that. Elky, Peiyun and me got into the lift at school. We were going down from the fifth to the first floor. Inside the lift already got some people and I was the last to enter, so I was standing nearest to the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the lift door opened at the first floor. Guess what I saw?! 2 guys, one TOPLESS CLUTCHING A TOWEL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MY FUCKING GOD right????? I never had so much questions to ask. Like seriously why would he be topless in school? Not even near the sports complex. And the shower rooms on the first floor of design school should be locked. I know cus I tried the girl's ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so goddamn embarrassed. It was like :&lt;br /&gt;- Lift doors open.&lt;br /&gt;- That guy looked into the lift shocked.&lt;br /&gt;- I stepped out of the lift and happened to see... *AHEM*&lt;br /&gt;- I looked away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think his friend beside him was laughing. And Peiyun said he had nice /hot abs. -.- I don't know. I didn't see anything. I was shocked. I mean, who would expect that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ANYWAYS, Saturday night, after ballet, I went to Tampines' Coffe Bean o meet my Japanese class group members&amp;nbsp;for the project-script-writing thing. Really funny. I love them to bits! Hope they don't see this. *shy* LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for this month, I've been wearing my Freshlook True Sapphire blue contact lenses and I'm lovin' them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/S1NC0trr6SI/AAAAAAAAAX0/qWsYDO2_UUM/s1600-h/Image149.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/S1NC0trr6SI/AAAAAAAAAX0/qWsYDO2_UUM/s400/Image149.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Yea, that's my bedroom wall behind me. I painted that! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;One thing about blue contact lenses is that I really thing asians look weird with blue eyes. I mean, really blue eyes. Like light blue or something. So I was really worried I didn't like the shade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;But it proved me wrong. It's like a deep navy blue. Totally amazing. Something like Taylor Momsen's eyes on the new issue of Seventeen Magazine (Singapore Edition). Supa recommended!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Oh dear, the mood and time to blog about the new year is gone. ): Oh wells, wishing everyone a great twentyten anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Sec 4 class chalet was in Decmber. Not gonna talk about it. All I will say is, yes it was fun, I got drunk and experienced my first hangover. End.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;And the Christmas period, I had the most number of drinking nights (so far) with a span of few short days in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;AND AND AND I'm finally EIGHTEEN!!!! Yay! Not offically til April though. But who cares? My ID says 1992. I'm eighteen this year. Finally LEGAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Gonna take up driving soonish. After this busy period is over. Did I mention that I'm stopping work for 2 months because of this? I really couldn't find time to work. Sad not? No extra income.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;And yes, I'm still single but I don't mind. I'm loving life (minus the whole busy everyday and seriously broke like shit thing). HAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;But sometimes, I really wish for a break. Will a free block please come soon? Pretty please (with purple icing and gummy bears on top)? I'm super exhausted (mentally and a lil physically).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Okay, I shall stop all this posting a LOOOOOOONG post once every donkey years. I promise to try and blog more regularly with pictures hopefully. But no, I will not start being zi lian. Thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/S1NIc8M500I/AAAAAAAAAX8/9QU-f_osHr8/s1600-h/vw+volkswagen+concept+1+beetle.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/S1NIc8M500I/AAAAAAAAAX8/9QU-f_osHr8/s320/vw+volkswagen+concept+1+beetle.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;My dream car. A Volkswagen Concept 1 Beetle. I also like their VW Bug. So cute and chio. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;p/s&amp;nbsp; Scroll up to my picture. New hair colour!!! Casis Berry. Some kind of brown with red undertones. Lovin' that too. I kinda miss my bluey fringe though. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13562034-6606381865377868503?l=lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/feeds/6606381865377868503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13562034&amp;postID=6606381865377868503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/6606381865377868503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/6606381865377868503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/2010/01/sorry-sorry-sorry-sorry-sorry-x.html' title='sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry X a thousand times.'/><author><name>Crystal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/TG6PXScQj0I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/7-sMXh1chBo/S220/red+hair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/S1NC0trr6SI/AAAAAAAAAX0/qWsYDO2_UUM/s72-c/Image149.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13562034.post-5499502532321725490</id><published>2009-12-16T04:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T08:04:45.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays and updates.</title><content type='html'>The long awaited holidays are finally here, even thought it's only for 2 weeks and I'm packed for most of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna update but not in order cus my brain is messed up and my memory is not that good. I'll type as it comes along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So first up, the past events. Stupid ComDI and Product Visualisation modules are over. Thank god. Anyhowly did the rendering for the googles on photoshop. Hopes it goes well. Marker rendering for my volkswagen was okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ComDI sucked. Urgh, don't wish to mention it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on the last day of my block, which was a Friday, I went to church! Surprised not? HAHAHA. Japh called me to go cus she said Lewis will go if I go. And since she sounds so awwwww (I don't know how to describe), I decided to lend her support. Nice of me right? And Lewis asked Xavier along. So 3 of us, primary-to-secondary school friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we ended up going for 3 nights in a row. What the shit. I even paid QuanYi 10bucks to take over my sunday night shift. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lewis is the one who got the most out of this 3 days. Meals paid by me or Xavier. LOL. Who ask him keep him moaning what, "Sian," "Burden" and "Pangseh." Siao ding dong. And Xavier keeps on doing his beatboxing, cheesy pickup lines and the orgasm sounds. Why am I hanging out with these crazy people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the church&amp;nbsp;was kinda okay. But the people praying in tongues kinda freaked us out a little. And the end was urgh, cus after the service, we were all invited to the basement to have some refreshments and the church people started talking to us three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Japh started on Lewis, her consellor (or whatever) talked to me and Xavier, who has already became a christian by the way. And that guy (whatever his name is, I still don't know his name after 3 days) keep shooting down Xavier's views which is stupid cus they are all christians in the end right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he also tried to psyco me. The exchange between us might have been quite amusing cus Xavier apparently found it so. Parts of it went something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;The guy: You never thought of what happens when you die?&lt;br /&gt;Me: You just cease to exist, in my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;The guy: You have never imagine where you'll be? Without a body?&lt;br /&gt;Me: The thing is, if i just cease to exist, I won't be able to imagine. Cus there won't be me anymore. I just disappear.&lt;br /&gt;The guy: You have never thought if you would go to heaven?&lt;br /&gt;Me: You must believe heaven exist to think about that. To me, when you die, you just disappear, you don't go anywhere. And I can't say I believe there's a heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically, most of the conversation went like that, with him keep asking me to think and imagine things. I'm not being rude or anything but for me (JUST ME ONLY), I have to believe that something exist to imagine being there or doing it. If I don't think heaven existed, how to imagine myself there when I die?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This only applies to me la. Not saying it's true or what. Just MY opinion. And why I don't want to be a christian? Not because I don't believe or what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are views that I agree and disagree on. But since I can't fully agree and believe on ALL their values, how am I supposed to become a christian (or believe in any other religions for that matter)? It wouldn't be fair now, would it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, as long I live my life to the fullest, my consience is clear and I live by my own values and principles, I think I'm all good and alright. There's no need to believe in a religion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't say speaking in tongues are fake, but nor can I say I believe. And some of the stories that the Taiwanese pastor told us, I find it hard to believe. I never say he's lying, I just say that I can't bring myself to believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, all those aside. So basically I went for church 3 nights in a row and these are my thoughts. Judge me however you like but this is what I really truely think. Oh and we had supper along Upper Thomson on the last night before taking our buses home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on Monday, I went out with Cheryl at last. Darl and I went to Bugis since she's on a really tight budget. She bought a dress and something else (I can't remember). I didn't buy much, just a purple silicon case for my baby!!!!!! HAHAHA. And a new ring from Diva, damn chio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that met Lewis and Xavier again. They going for haircut. Lewis's girlfriend came along but she left after a while. I had my hair washed there while waiting. Shiok to the max! Xavier's hair just looked like a shorter version of before, but Lewis's hairstyle totally changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No fringe, a longer version of a mohawk. Looks a bit Edward-Cullen-ish to me. *Shrugs* But Xavier doesn't think so. By the way, I'm NOT a fan of Edward Cullen OR Rob P. OR Twilight, okay? I've read Twilight cus my bro borrowed it from his friend and left it lying around and I was bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked to Cityhall after that (we walked the&amp;nbsp;longggggg way thanks to someone) for dinner. Couldn't decide what to eat but ended up having Subway. I haven't had Subway for damn long. I've been downing McDonald's all the time. Urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then bought some candies at The Cocoa Trees, walked the entire RafflesCity, CityLink AND Suntec. OMG. So bo liao la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cabbed to Macpherson for supper (Lewis didn't eat). Food was totally horrible. And we also found out tha one of the candies we bought tasted disgusting. YUCKS! Blame Lewis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cabbed home after that. My place first then theirs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work for Tuesday and Wednesday. Thursday going out with Seahhan cus that's her off day. Friday with Yanyi. Damn long never see her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday working night. Sunday is the first day of Humility chalet (I thought it was Monday start). All the way til Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday celebrating Xavier's birthday with Sembawang people. Thursday and Friday will be chionging work for double pay on Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unsure about weekends. Should I work or rest before start of school?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s&amp;nbsp; I hate it when newbies at work are nosy parkers. Fuck, do I have to fill you in with every detail of my life? Hmm, let's see. No. So buzz off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13562034-5499502532321725490?l=lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/feeds/5499502532321725490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13562034&amp;postID=5499502532321725490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/5499502532321725490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/5499502532321725490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/2009/12/holidays-and-updates.html' title='Holidays and updates.'/><author><name>Crystal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/TG6PXScQj0I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/7-sMXh1chBo/S220/red+hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13562034.post-2665059266628910901</id><published>2009-12-02T03:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T03:47:28.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More updates.</title><content type='html'>Back again to blog cus I'm procrastinating. Homework really sucks. Especially when the criteria and requirements are so strict. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, good news is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I GOT MY BABY!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves! HAHAHA. By Baby, I meant my blackberry phone. I got a BB Curve 8520. Dad paid for it first. Have to pay him back bit by bit. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear it's fucking awesome. Can download super cool applications and stuff. But so far, I've downloaded only 2 Twitter apps- ÜberTwitter and Seesmic. I'm using Seesmic only cus ÜberTwitter didn't allow me to log in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, I'm looking for nice pps for my baby. ESPECIALLY themes! I can't find nice purple-ish themes leh. Sad right? Actually have la, but must pay one. I no money already. So anyone who sees nice (purple-ly, if possible) themes and/or fun apps for my baby, please tell me okay? Must be free one uh. I will love you til the day I die. Muacks! HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done with the good news, bad news is? I'm really pissed at some newbies at work. Not all, but just a few. I'm not naming names but I'm really &lt;em&gt;bu shuang&lt;/em&gt;. Some are just frickin lazy. Like super super super slackers. They complain alot, then hardly do anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They like pretend never see the dirty tables, then never clear or set. The whole day just sit behind the pillar and&amp;nbsp;wipe utensils.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or else is keep going to the kitchen behind to slack off. Then try and talk big to me. Don't care if is older or younger than me, LAO NIANG have fucking worked here for almost a year, I deserve basic respect right? You silly newbie talk big to me got what use?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it most when they try to make fun of me CONSTANTLY! It's okay if the older (not in age) staff or managers tease me, cus I've known them so long. But I barely know these newbies&amp;nbsp;and it's annoying if they do it ALL THE FREAKING TIME!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Digressing, Ivan keep calling me pig today! I is very sad and shall sit in a corner and cry. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another problem with them are the prudes who try and act &lt;em&gt;pai kia&lt;/em&gt;. For what? Show off to who? I am not interested if you smoke, get wasted or whatever. NOT MY CONCERN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or else tell me, the pay here sucks and you got better lobang. Go there la! No one ask you come Big O work right? True that our pay is rather low/average. But I don't mind. I like it here. I also have better offers, but i chose to stay here cus I can't bear to leave. (Awwwwww~ Sweet of me right? xD ) Then when/if I ask you to stay a while longer, it's so NOT because of you. I'm asking for the company cus we're short of manpower. Be my guest and leave if you want. Nobody's gonna beg you to stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And though we're kinda relaxed (the relationship between the managers and staff), it doesn't mean you can do whatever, as and when you like. Going for self-proclaimed breaks and last minute cancelling schedule just shows that you lack self-discpline. Show some sense of responsibility. Like that, nobody will want to hire you, so selfish and irresponsible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I say, don't bother me that day, I mean it. It's prolly because I'm having PMS or I don't have enough sleep. When I don't have enough sleep, I'm grumpy and you'll get it from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about sleep, I'm really tired. I'm going to try and start on my presentation slides and quickly go sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s Shuangling started work at Big O!!!! Me is happy. HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/p/s Alot of typo in previous post. please ignore, I'm too lazy and tired to edit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13562034-2665059266628910901?l=lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/feeds/2665059266628910901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13562034&amp;postID=2665059266628910901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/2665059266628910901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/2665059266628910901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/2009/12/more-updates.html' title='More updates.'/><author><name>Crystal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/TG6PXScQj0I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/7-sMXh1chBo/S220/red+hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13562034.post-5056023422598234846</id><published>2009-11-20T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T21:24:16.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Totally zoned out.</title><content type='html'>Seriously, this block sucks. It totally drains all my energy by mid-day. First lesson starts at 9am in the morning (ComDI). Ends at 11plus. Second lesson starts at 3pm til 6pm. So in between got almost 3hours of nothing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somemore feels so sleepy. Usually go loft to sleep. HAHA. But I tend to sleep in the second class too! :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday I ponned school to go J.B. Together with Seahhan, Shihui and Yeyen. Didn't buy anything at all. Total waste of my time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the food there was super cheap and yummy! And I bought a new Eeyore that day. From Causeway Point. $10 only. Cheap not? HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Tuesday after school, bused down to Novena to have dinner with Seahhan and Yeyen. Was stuck in a massive jam on the highway due to the stupid heavy storm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiffany and Elain joined us after a while at Starbucks and we girls had a nice time talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, met Seahhan and Tiffany after school for movie at CIneleisure. I watched 2012. Pretty good. 2 and a half hours long leh! Kinda morbid also. Especially the scene which the people was left on the ledge and some where just falling off. Like being pushed off a building like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is fucking vivid in my mind. I'm like super traumatised! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/SwaTpyu1iRI/AAAAAAAAAXs/OMxNRBdZNDI/s1600/181120093415.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/SwaTpyu1iRI/AAAAAAAAAXs/OMxNRBdZNDI/s640/181120093415.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Love this picture! Especially my legs and hair here. LOL. But classmate said Seahhan looked pregnant. HAHA. Who ask her to hold her stomach?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I reached home a 1am that night! Phew. Overslept for yesterday's morning lesson. I woke up at 8.05!!! Chionged all the way. Super tired until I slept throughout the seconf class. Totally didn't even wake up at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Then since ComDI was cancelled today, I thought I could finally sleep in. But I still had to wake up at 8.30am today to meet EZ, Gary and Bane at Bras Basah to buy coloured Copic markers which practically rob you inside out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I thought of using grey tones but had to use colours so bo pian. ): But we went ArtMark and they charged us $4.70 for a marker instead of the usual $5.50. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Did our work at McDonald's but was chased out. Caught bus 23 back to school. Everyone except Gary fell asleep on the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;ANyway, folks are home!!! Wheee~ gonna look at the clothes then off to the Sembawang people gathering/sleepover at JuinLi's house! Excitedness~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Updates on Twitter (though lesser now). :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13562034-5056023422598234846?l=lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/feeds/5056023422598234846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13562034&amp;postID=5056023422598234846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/5056023422598234846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/5056023422598234846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/2009/11/totally-zoned-out.html' title='Totally zoned out.'/><author><name>Crystal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/TG6PXScQj0I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/7-sMXh1chBo/S220/red+hair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/SwaTpyu1iRI/AAAAAAAAAXs/OMxNRBdZNDI/s72-c/181120093415.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13562034.post-5702618802935956281</id><published>2009-11-12T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T23:36:15.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No pictures!</title><content type='html'>Back but without pictures. They are up on Facebook. Anyway, haven't been out lately. Rushing school work like mad. Module has finally ended. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Past few days was waste of time. Travel to school just to take attendance and class was dismissed. Should have just pon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ponning school on Monday cus I'm going Malaysia with friends to do a lil spot of shopping even though I'm kinda poor at the moment. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually wanted to take LOA (leave of absence) for Monday, but my lecturer frickin' don't want sign my LOA form. Madly pissed~ Debated with him for half an hour, and in the end still refused to sign my form. SHall pon anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excited for tomorrow! There won't be school but I have to go back all the way to collect my Wacom tablet. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then travel home before going to Seahhan's house to dump my stuff. Meeting darls at Yishun for dinner (18chefs?) and then meeting Seahhan's friends for midnight shopping at Mustafa! Awesome not? HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tomorrow plans:&lt;br /&gt;1. Wake up and shower.&lt;br /&gt;2. Go school (Tampines) pay and collect tablet.&lt;br /&gt;3. Go home to put tablet and pack overnight bag and ballet stuff.&lt;br /&gt;4. Go darl's house (Admiralty) to dump stuff.&lt;br /&gt;5. Meet the girls for dinner (Yishun).&lt;br /&gt;6. Meet the guys for midnight shopping at Mustafa (Farrer Park).&lt;br /&gt;7. Crash at darl's house for the night.&lt;br /&gt;8. Wake up and laze around.&lt;br /&gt;9. Prepare and go for ballet (Thomson).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pheeeew... Long day (and night and day) ahead. Folks will be away (yes, again) on Saturday for a week. They are abondoning me again to go Shanghai. Hope they will buy nice stuff for me! Excitedness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sedmbawang peeps might be dropping by my "new" place for their first visit on Friday night. HAHA. Long time never see them, missing them tons!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to watch Hot Shot! Heard it was good. By the way, the models on America's Next Top Model are doing bikini shoots. Their bikinis are wayyyy teensy. Barely covering anything! Enjoy, guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13562034-5702618802935956281?l=lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/feeds/5702618802935956281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13562034&amp;postID=5702618802935956281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/5702618802935956281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/5702618802935956281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/2009/11/no-pictures.html' title='No pictures!'/><author><name>Crystal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/TG6PXScQj0I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/7-sMXh1chBo/S220/red+hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13562034.post-5524953881795521178</id><published>2009-11-04T23:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T23:37:32.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel like shit.</title><content type='html'>Yes, serious. I feel super shitty. Just now, my family went to some chinese restaurant in Marina Square to eat. Together with my dad's cousin's son. He's here on a business trip so my dad thought it'd be nice to take him out for a meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad drove us there. He told us to get a space while he go and fetch his nephew (my cousin two times over) from the Stamford Swiss Hotel (???). My dad was gonna meet him at the hotel's lobby at 7.30pm. But we reached Marina Square about 7pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my bro, mom and me decided to make an impromptu reservation then walk around. Bro wanted to Topman to see some clothes. And my mom ended up buying him some shirts costing $43.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fucking wanted her to LOOK at some clothes, she ignored me and told us to quickly go up cus nearing 7.30pm. WTF! On the way back to the restaurant it was all like that. I would stop and glance at some clothes, and she would be like, "So expensive. Quickly go up, don't let people wait."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell. It's gonna take some time for my dad and cousin to walk over from the hotel la. And the restaurant is not crowded. Confirm will have space one lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know what is wrong with her. She is always spoiling my bro. Like that time when my bro got his phone stolen (like 2-3years back), they bought an S.E. phone for him (without contract!!) which cost almost $400. It was the orange walkman phone, can twist it 180degree one (don't know what's the model). And he freaking lost it after a while. Then they got him another phone (with someone's upgraded plan).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I lost my Nokia E63 on Saturday (yes, just recently), she keep saying what I use for few months only then lose it already. It was more than half a year already can. And it's like I purposely want to lose it right? I also very upset that my phone is lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it was my carelessness, that I left it in the toilet, but who will purposely leave phone in the toilet? Everyone has their forgetful moments right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I told my dad I want to get back an E63, cus I really liked it. I also quickly added that I will save my money and get it myself. My mom keep saying why I want to waste money buy new phone, can just use her one after she go Shanghai and buy a cheena phone for herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn it! I said I saving money right? Not that I asked her to buy for me. She keep saying that it's still money. I know it's still money, but I don't like the Nokia 6600slide that I'm temporary using now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least what my dad said was to get a second-hand Blackberry phone since I've always wanted a BB. Not that he's buying for me la. But at least he's not telling me the whole stupid thing was my fault. Repeatedly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus I don't want to use her phone which was my old&amp;nbsp;Samsung F480. The reason I gave it to her was I disliked it so much. I don't like touchscreen phones, I realised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might sound spoilt but I really really really liked a QWERTY keypad phone. And I'm gonna save money to get it MYSELF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bro is the one who is really spoilt by my mom. I know that he's the youngest but still... My bro is the type who doesn't like too much attention on him. He tends to avoid family gatherings and such. But he's 16 already for Christ's sake. And he knows it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet my mom keeps treating him as a baby. WTF! I can't even get her to look at my stuff and she can just easily swipe her card to pay for stuff for my bro. She even gave him $22 for the Halloween thing at Night Safari which he ended up not going and spent the money on movie and pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it was me, she wouldn't even give me the money and she would keep nagging about how I always stay out late. Not that I would have asked her for money. I've always been paying stuff for myself, unless it's like school fees or stuff for school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But&amp;nbsp;usually when&amp;nbsp;I'm going to any special events or places, I would always tell my parents excitedly about where I'm going. She would ALWAYS be the anti-climax person who would say things like how I always go out to play and all that shit. And if I say there's a need for tickets, she would say don't ask her for money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTH! I wouldn't lor. If I really want to go, I would pay if I could. But she keeps thinking that I would ask her for money. Why she so defensive? I was merely stating how much it would be right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She&amp;nbsp; was actually against me having multiple piercing on my ears, that's why I went to get them myself. For my bro? He mentions that he MIGHT like a piercing, she asked him when he was going and GAVE HIM THE MONEY TO PIERCE! Which is only like a few dollars. And somemore he got infection and the piercing close. She then gave him money again when he went for the second time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously damn unfair! She will give him money whenever he goes out. But when I tell her I'm going out, she would say don't ask her for money. WHICH I TOTALLY DID NOT. I just wanted to inform her that I would be out right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel really damn fucked up now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Text me your name. I've lost ALOT of my contacts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13562034-5524953881795521178?l=lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/feeds/5524953881795521178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13562034&amp;postID=5524953881795521178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/5524953881795521178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/5524953881795521178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-feel-like-shit.html' title='I feel like shit.'/><author><name>Crystal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/TG6PXScQj0I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/7-sMXh1chBo/S220/red+hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13562034.post-8447906103710938605</id><published>2009-11-03T22:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T02:31:24.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just so.</title><content type='html'>Did I mention that since start of semester 2, the school mixed up the 2 PID Year1 classes? It's still 2 classes but now we're all mixed up. D: Bane, EZ, Gary, Elky, PH, Peiyun, Zibin, Ivy, Farhan, Fan and Phan Ching&amp;nbsp;in my class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeannette has theory which is they split us up by cliques. Me, EZ, Bane and PH are here, while she, Hillary, Daniel and Ezra are there. Peiyun and Elky my class, Sandra and Cat other class. Zibin and PC my class, ShunChin other class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes sense right? Her theory. Makes it really suspicious. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm going to buy a new soft toy. This time is a yellow duck from Kiddy Palace! Damn cute, I tell you. I'm naming it Quackers. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Quack quack quack!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://fc09.deviantart.com/fs18/f/2007/185/d/f/duckling_by_Jcmilo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" src="http://fc09.deviantart.com/fs18/f/2007/185/d/f/duckling_by_Jcmilo.jpg" vr="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://fc07.deviantart.com/fs40/f/2009/053/d/8/RUBBER_DUCK_by_rugrats03.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://fc07.deviantart.com/fs40/f/2009/053/d/8/RUBBER_DUCK_by_rugrats03.jpg" vr="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Nope, not a rubber ducky. A stuff toy. Shall post pictures when I get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Pictures credit to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://deviantart.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;deviantart.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13562034-8447906103710938605?l=lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/feeds/8447906103710938605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13562034&amp;postID=8447906103710938605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/8447906103710938605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/8447906103710938605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/2009/11/just-so.html' title='Just so.'/><author><name>Crystal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/TG6PXScQj0I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/7-sMXh1chBo/S220/red+hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13562034.post-2088215470973501807</id><published>2009-11-03T03:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T03:38:55.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Big O Paragon!</title><content type='html'>Yes! Big O opened a new branch at Paragon. Basement 1. Just at the escalator there, near Thai Express. New place is bigger and prettier. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've been transferred there. (: Work there for 2 days already. Sunday full shift (which was super painful for my feet) and Monday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work there seems fun-er. Cus the order is now automatically sent to the kitchens via the computers instead of manually sending in orders. Plus it's fun playing with the touchscreen computers. HAHA. Okayyyyy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we serve pizzas at the Paragon branch! Rest of the menu is the same. So many fun stuff there to play. LOL. Don't know how to put into words here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only bad stuff? After work, I have to walk all the way from Paragon to opposite Far East to take my bus home. Somemore feet hurts like a bitch after work. D: And the stupid thing? To get opposite Far East, must cross overhead bridge. That overhead bridge actually has escalators. But they stop working after a certain time at night. So I have to climb. Pain pain pain pain like fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my managers continue to tease me sia. Everytime bluff me. I feel so sad. HAHA. At (both) Big O, we have this SPCA money donation box in the shape of life-size dog(s). Monday, I asked all 3 managers if the dog has a name. Guess how many answers I got?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOUR!!!!! All trying to bluff me. EVILLLLL!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kitchen staff also. Simon will tweak my ponytail and&amp;nbsp;David will laugh at me (like I did something funny, which I did not).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wore specs to work on Monday. Ivan have been calling me Xiao Mei Mei for the entire time. He say I trying to act "si wen" (gentle; ladylike). Siao one. Wear specs mean XMM uh? No lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give up already la. Everytime bully me. D: hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to be doing research now. Urgh, but I don't understand. How to do????? Nevermind, I must stop procrastinating. Concentrate...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13562034-2088215470973501807?l=lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/feeds/2088215470973501807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13562034&amp;postID=2088215470973501807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/2088215470973501807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/2088215470973501807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/2009/11/big-o-paragon.html' title='Big O Paragon!'/><author><name>Crystal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/TG6PXScQj0I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/7-sMXh1chBo/S220/red+hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13562034.post-5360518178611678510</id><published>2009-10-23T01:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T01:20:48.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates and another rant.</title><content type='html'>Life's okay lately. Nothing extraordinary. Totally bored out of my skull. Unless you count Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Centrepoint's Starbucks to meet Seahhan and Raymond (her friend) to study. Brought my lappy all the way for her. Darl, see I so nice to you. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studied til 9pm. Walked to Cathay to have Astons. YUMMY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had super bad cramps on the way home. Stopped at Novena station to puke. Thanks to darl and Raymond for&amp;nbsp;accompanying&amp;nbsp;me. And paiseh for making you guys get off the train too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Folks went overseas on Wednesday. To Hong Kong! Without me. D: So sad right? They will be back on Sunday. (: Bro went to cousins' house to stay. Left with lonely me in the dark empty house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cus I woke up so early on Wednesday (due to the director's talk thingy which was kinda stupid and I fell asleep during it, by the way) and had lessons til 5plus pm, and had dinner with Valerie at KFC opposite the school til around 6pm, I got so tired that I slept at 9pm, without doing my research.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I woke up at FREAKIN' 12.30pm!!!! That was like 15plus hours of sleep. I can hear some people going "YOU PIG!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in class today (technically yesterday but whatever), I was damn pissed la. I asked my lecturer if there's a difference between stainless steel and surgical steel (those material used to make surgical tools) and some people at the back of the class started to laugh. Cus apparently, they heard me asking if the surgical tools were made from stainless steel or not. They were like making fun of my question and saying stuff like "Go McDonald's and use their plastic knife."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLO! You deaf is it? Obviously I know surgical tools are made from metal that cannot rust or&amp;nbsp;corrode&amp;nbsp;easily. But I'm asking if stainless steel and surgical steel is the same thing or not right? Never listen properly then talk so much and laugh so loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I especially dislike people like this la. That wasn't the only problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm loud. Like really loud. But can you listen to the content of what I'm saying first. I know they tell me to shut up is sort of like joking but at least tell me at the right time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind if I'm saying something stupid or lame. But if I'm trying to ask other people something or trying to communicate with someone sitting quite far from me, I think I have the right to raise my voice a little or at least talk right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you like it if I keep asking you to shut up every single time you say something? No right? And it's not as if you're very quiet either. You are as loud or even more so as me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annoying twerps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13562034-5360518178611678510?l=lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/feeds/5360518178611678510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13562034&amp;postID=5360518178611678510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/5360518178611678510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/5360518178611678510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/2009/10/updates-and-another-rant.html' title='Updates and another rant.'/><author><name>Crystal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/TG6PXScQj0I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/7-sMXh1chBo/S220/red+hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13562034.post-4305342594616188948</id><published>2009-10-21T03:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T03:10:24.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ranting Post.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;WARNING!!!&lt;/strong&gt; THIS IS A POST FULL OF COMPLAINTS. IF YOU DON'T WANT TO READ IT, JUST CLICK OUT OF IT!!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Guys talking to girls about another girl&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, I cannot cannot cannot tolerate this. This is so damn stupid. Whether the girl you're talking to is really fugly or the girl you're talking about is super hot, it's still BLOODY IMPOLITE, you jerk!!!! You just go on and on and on about how hot/sexy/pretty the girl is without caring about the feelings of the girl you're talking to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if you are "brothers" with her, or she's bisexual (even lesbians), I still think it's rude. The girl will feel that she's being compared to (whether you meant it to be or not). And this will make most girls feel depressed can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless the girl you're talking about is some celebrity or well known figure, then it's not alright. Why can't you guys have some common sense? You wouldn't like it if a girl kept raving about how hot/suave a guy (non-celebrity) is to you right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So rude can. No manners at all!I feel sorry for the girl you're talking to (fugly or not).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Posting sad/emo/angry updates on Facebook&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First you don't explain clearly what's bothering you. Then when people shows concern for you by asking what's up. You go something like,"Nothing la. Something happened."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DUH!!!! Obviously something happened right? Or else ask you what happened for what? If you don't want let&amp;nbsp; other people know, ZIP IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless the update is fake and/or you're trying to gain sympathy or concern from others. LOSER! Feeling lack of love and care right? You deserved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Saying that you know some authorative figure&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what? So you know the boss of this place. So you know the leader of this group. So the authorative figure here is your friend (or even worse, your friend's friend). SO??????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How you want me to react?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wahhhh. Really uh???" *looks at you in admiration and applauds loudly*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like that is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or you trying to show off that you can do whatever you want and won't get into trouble because of your connections? Doing whatever you want AND staying out of trouble WITHOUT connections impress me more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Jio-ing out people as a substitute&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you've planned to go out with friends. Then (usually last minute) your friends bailed out or you somehow couldn't make it then you call/text me asking if I wanna go out with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is that? Second choice? I'd rather stay at home and be bored out of my skull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay at least if you do that, don't let the person know la. It's a super anti-climax moment when you suddenly say,"Actually, I'm supposed to go this place with so-and-so, but they last minute cannot/ I was not allowed to go."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then what you want the other person to say? "Orh, then thanks for jio-ing me out as a second substitue hor."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck. The person confirm feels like shit one can. At least you keep quiet, the other person won't know then can enjoy yourselves without holding back right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;People whom youre not close with asking you random/irrelevant questions or asking a personal favour from you&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How would you feel if someone you're not really close with (just normal speaking terms) suddenly without a reason sends you a text like "I feel so fucked up. Our next lesson is so boring."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few days back, this happened to me. (I changed the contents of the text totally.) I was like WTF? I ignored it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the thing is I was sleeping can????? The person sent it to me in the morning like around 11am-12pm. GODDAMNIT!!!! Lao Niang is dead to the world in the mornings (when I have nothing on). I sleep til afternoons if I can. Bloody hell wake me when I was having a nice dream somemore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then another incident was I mass-texted people about something. And the person reply asking if can change the plan to something else so that it's easier for him/her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OI! You think I very free hor. I don't have unlimited SMS. Only free 500 (even though I never exceed every month). Then you want me to mass-text everyone else again just for your convenience? Siao one is it? Find a way to solve your own problem la. Especially if you can google it from the internet. Fucking annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I really hate the way they talk to you like you guys are really close friends or what. Sorry, I don't wish to be associated with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Not getting hints that I don't want to talk to or see you. AT ALL.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tell me you very hungry then ask me want go eat or not. I say,"Oh, I'm waiting for so-and-so to eat with him/her. He/she is going to take a while to come."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I meant was,"I've already made plans. Even if I didn't, I don't want to eat with you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you just stupidly went,"Oh, nevermind la. I wait also." (!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd say,"Huh? You hungry, you go eat first la. He/she always late one."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really meant,"You said you very hungry, still can wait uh? Bloody hell go eat. I don't want eat with you. Look at your face, I no appetite already."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the person never ever gets it. Or pretends not to. URGH!!!! If I'm okay withing eating with you in the first place, I would have said,"Okay! We go&amp;nbsp; canteen/foodcourt first and wait for so-and-so."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why some people so thick skinned one uh? Shameful fucktards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooooo, this is the end of my rants. For now. I have to go do my research now. Sian sian sian. It's 3am in the morning and I have to wake up 3 and a half hours later. Have to be in school by 8.30am. There's this director's something, where all design students gather together for some talk thingy. It prolly ends around 12noon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And shit thing is that lessons starts at 3pm! Loooong wait. But meeting some classmates at 2pm for group assignment discussion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeannette, Hillary, Daniel and Ezra won't have lessons tomorrow cus their lessons is morning and it would be cancelled due to the talk thing. Jealous can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my class have coming Friday and Monday free!!!! Wheeeee~ Long weekends! 4 days straight leh. HAHAHAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13562034-4305342594616188948?l=lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/feeds/4305342594616188948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13562034&amp;postID=4305342594616188948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/4305342594616188948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/4305342594616188948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/2009/10/ranting-post.html' title='Ranting Post.'/><author><name>Crystal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/TG6PXScQj0I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/7-sMXh1chBo/S220/red+hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13562034.post-8509928096495952736</id><published>2009-10-16T05:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T05:02:00.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Out out out!</title><content type='html'>Last week of holidays! Had super lots of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Sunday, I went out with Shihui and Seahhan. Brought my dad's DSLR along. Watched them study at Plaza Singapura's Starbucks, talked to Adeline who dropped by and visited Sheryl while she was working. We had&amp;nbsp;a lil photoshoot. Pictures were funny as hell. Random photos from hundred over photos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/SteE-5uxVaI/AAAAAAAAAW8/ELZ9wju_3KI/s1600-h/comic+relief.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/SteE-5uxVaI/AAAAAAAAAW8/ELZ9wju_3KI/s400/comic+relief.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Don't know what they doing sia. I just snapped away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/SteFI-WU9_I/AAAAAAAAAXk/Jy29OKmTul8/s1600-h/doreamon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/SteFI-WU9_I/AAAAAAAAAXk/Jy29OKmTul8/s400/doreamon.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;They playing inside the Doraemon at the arcade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/SteFAz3mWVI/AAAAAAAAAXE/oeP7uH2at6E/s1600-h/catfight.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/SteFAz3mWVI/AAAAAAAAAXE/oeP7uH2at6E/s400/catfight.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We were supposedly fighting. But first part look like playing sissors-paper-stone. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/SteFD-YOySI/AAAAAAAAAXM/iqOBcHCjyT8/s1600-h/catfight+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/SteFD-YOySI/AAAAAAAAAXM/iqOBcHCjyT8/s400/catfight+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Poor girl. Kena abused. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/SteFHA-700I/AAAAAAAAAXc/wlDoKaN-NLg/s1600-h/arcade.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/SteFHA-700I/AAAAAAAAAXc/wlDoKaN-NLg/s400/arcade.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Random one inside arcade. Nope, we didn't play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/SteFGOOVPCI/AAAAAAAAAXU/iyqoMcg8TsE/s1600-h/c+fight+pillar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/SteFGOOVPCI/AAAAAAAAAXU/iyqoMcg8TsE/s400/c+fight+pillar.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;HAHAHAHA... I fighting the mean pillar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did jumpshots too! It was super fun! Rest of pictures up on facebook. I'm lazy to upload hundred plus photos here. Bound to lag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shihui left for home while Seahhan and I went to Singapore Flyers' Popeye to eat. Yums! Bused down to Orchard as we were lazy to walk back to Cityhall MRT with a full stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missed the stop for MRT got off at Wheelock instead and decided to drop by Big O. Darl was given some food and I was talking to the people there. No customers can. LOL. Ivan got off workat 9.30pm. Lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked to David also! I keep saying he lie to me about not coming back to Big O forever. HAHA. He has reasons ones. But it's fun teasing him and seeing him give the sad face. Funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the others keep saying my shirt longer than my shorts. I know la. But only from behind right. Plus I was using that as a jacket thingy. Puiiiii...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left after they closed and trained home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday went out again. This time is with Seahhan and Cheryl. Went to eat at Seoul Garden. Damn, we ate for super super long can. From 2plus to about 6plus. Crazy. Went Far East Plaza to look at stuff. Saw Weiling working there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then ALL BECAUSE OF CHERYL, we went down to Big O again. But this time never go in. Only outside and talk to Ahqi. Then 3 of us sat on a bench and talked for super long. Homed after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday just went out with classmates. Actually supposed to be a celebration for Daniel and PhanChing. But PhanChing couldn't make it and Bane's birthday is Sunday, we decided to celebrate Daniel's and Bane's instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus it was only less than half the class. Dinner at Bane's workplace. Nice ambience and food! Really yummy!!!!! Had shisha also. Funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was buried in pillows. Sad. I was just lying there all comfy la. Then suddenly a pile of pillows drop on me. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took bus 133 with EZ and PH around 12mn. They got off first. Then bus 132 home. Lucky still got bus. My last bus is 165 at 12.40am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really tired. Phew. Anyways, I'm off to sleep now. Zzzzzzz...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13562034-8509928096495952736?l=lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/feeds/8509928096495952736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13562034&amp;postID=8509928096495952736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/8509928096495952736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/8509928096495952736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/2009/10/out-out-out.html' title='Out out out!'/><author><name>Crystal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/TG6PXScQj0I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/7-sMXh1chBo/S220/red+hair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/SteE-5uxVaI/AAAAAAAAAW8/ELZ9wju_3KI/s72-c/comic+relief.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13562034.post-6556845308045741450</id><published>2009-10-11T04:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T04:01:10.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue Fringe!</title><content type='html'>Here's a sneak peak at my bluey fringe! Damn nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/StDlz_u6KkI/AAAAAAAAAWs/LIZtxelTEW8/s1600-h/18purples(448).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/StDlz_u6KkI/AAAAAAAAAWs/LIZtxelTEW8/s320/18purples(448).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I am super frickin' happy can! HAHA. Looks kinda weird here. Cus I'm lazy and it's hard to snap a good shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Disclaimer: I do NOT have makeup on okay. Those are my natural length of lashes. And yes, I know they are long (especially can see the eye further away, even the lower lashes can be seen), but I don't know why. Go ask my mother lor. My lashes point upwards naturally too. Some people 's point downwards. Advice to make them point up? I don't know. Crimp them regularly??????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway, the lady did my blue dye in layers so that there will not be a harsh line across. Idea for this? Jay Chou. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/StDnFY5JTBI/AAAAAAAAAW0/DoerrI8kYBE/s1600-h/jay+dyed+hair.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/StDnFY5JTBI/AAAAAAAAAW0/DoerrI8kYBE/s320/jay+dyed+hair.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;HAHA. Purple somemore. Maybe the next time. This picture is actually a screen shot of a paused youtube clip. So picture credits goes to yours truly. Credit for youtube link, I lost it. Sorry! Tell me if it's yours and leave a link. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway! Going out with Shihui and Seahhan in few more hours! Excitedness~ So more pictures of my blue fringe (and Seahhan's newly curled hair) will (might) be coming up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13562034-6556845308045741450?l=lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/feeds/6556845308045741450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13562034&amp;postID=6556845308045741450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/6556845308045741450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/6556845308045741450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/2009/10/blue-fringe.html' title='Blue Fringe!'/><author><name>Crystal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/TG6PXScQj0I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/7-sMXh1chBo/S220/red+hair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/StDlz_u6KkI/AAAAAAAAAWs/LIZtxelTEW8/s72-c/18purples(448).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13562034.post-6706060494540580940</id><published>2009-10-07T02:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T02:19:30.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekends were great!</title><content type='html'>After staying at home for a whole week, I finally went out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday with Seahhan&amp;nbsp;and Shihui. Had lunch at Lot 1's Pasta Mania. Tried their new menu. Not bad! Then went to walk around a little. So long never been there already. Bought some little things for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know what? I was dumb la. I wore heels that day. Almost killed myself. Feet hurt like fuck la. Shihui went home after. Seahhan and I watched Shorts at Cineleisure. Show was okay only. Funny but confusing. And the freaking cinema theatre was damn small can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night, I met up with Seahhan again. Darl and I went Sembawang Shopping Centre! Ate at Astons. Grilled fish was yums. Valerie was working that night. Haha. Then went to walk Cotton On and bought a top each! Darl bought a formal-ish blouse. And I got a men's button down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went Daiso to shop for japanese snacks! LOL. Everytime I go to Daiso, I must get the sardine flavoured crackers. Super yummy! Darl then went to Singtel to ask about her phone line. I think she might have found one of the guys there pretty cute. Haha.&amp;nbsp;Sat at Sembawang bus interchange and chatted for a while before I left for home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was just ballet and dinner with family. Nothing much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday went to meet darl again. We went to Orchard Central to see. Not much there. Quite boring. But a lot of sofas. We sat down at one and fell asleep! LOL. There's was nowhere to go and nothing to do. Then woke up and talked before heading home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some pictures (I think in random order)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/SsuGlivQfgI/AAAAAAAAAWU/OeAxoJUbIsM/s1600-h/Cineleisure_lvl6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/SsuGlivQfgI/AAAAAAAAAWU/OeAxoJUbIsM/s320/Cineleisure_lvl6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/SsuGpvpwdwI/AAAAAAAAAWc/1T80ifafV3U/s1600-h/Lot1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/SsuGpvpwdwI/AAAAAAAAAWc/1T80ifafV3U/s320/Lot1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/SsuGqcoKDeI/AAAAAAAAAWk/74z5tsClgp8/s1600-h/SSC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/SsuGqcoKDeI/AAAAAAAAAWk/74z5tsClgp8/s400/SSC.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;This last one is my faourite! I cropped away darl (sorry!) to make my blog banner! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Monday, I went out with Yanyi! To town. She actually wanted to buy shoes but ended up buying a vest sort of thingy. Haha. Went to eat at NYDC before shopping. Got caught (not really la) by people at Big O. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;It happened like that. Quite funny actually. Starting was just a few people saw me. Then Terry saw me! He point at me also. Then when me and darl finish eating and came out of toilet, Ivan ask me go over, then call Terry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Then Terry say he want "fire" me. LOL! He ask me why I eat there, never go Big O eat. Haha. But I say who ask them don't want give me work. No money leh! But I got buy cake hor. Funny sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;After shopping, we sat outside Carl's Junior to eat the cake. Super nice! Left and walked all the way to Dhoby Ghaut around 5pm. Darl went down to meet Andy after his work. I trained to Serangoon and bused home. Was super tired and fell asleep straight away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;WOke up at 10.40am! Finally at normal time like normal people. But I was lazy and ended up sleeping in til 2pm! =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Now I'm back to staying in everyday. Sian lor. Can't wait for Saturday when I go do my hair with darling! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13562034-6706060494540580940?l=lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/feeds/6706060494540580940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13562034&amp;postID=6706060494540580940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/6706060494540580940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/6706060494540580940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/2009/10/weekends-were-great.html' title='Weekends were great!'/><author><name>Crystal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/TG6PXScQj0I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/7-sMXh1chBo/S220/red+hair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/SsuGlivQfgI/AAAAAAAAAWU/OeAxoJUbIsM/s72-c/Cineleisure_lvl6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13562034.post-8381307757804732231</id><published>2009-10-03T08:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T08:23:45.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Blog Banner.</title><content type='html'>Surprise! Like it? I kinda like my new blog banner alot. Even though I meant this to be temporary, I know it's gonna be up there for quite some time. 'Cus the one I wanted to make isn't even in the process of making. Urgh. Procrastination kills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, if you follw me on Twitter. I just posted something about what if I was in Normal Acadamic stream instead of Express stream when I was back in secondary school. Haha. Random thought right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DISCLAIMER: I'm not making fun of N.A. people, nor am I saying they are not up to standard (acadamically). I was just wonderin'. 'Cus I suddenly thought about this year's Sec 5s, O levels and their mugging. Especially I have friends there, like my darlings- Seahhan and Shihui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, been out with Seahhan darl repeatedly. Fun fun fun. But she still got study hor. Meeting her tomorrow again! And next Saturday to do hair together. She getting her digital perm done, and I'm dying part of my fringe blue. Not blue-black this time, but BLUE! So must bleach. Haha. Hope my hair don't get too damaged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, enjoyed my past pictures post? I had fun doing that. Gonna do more of those with my own pictures. But I must find time to go out and photograph. Another thing on my to-do list, right under "Make new blog banner". LOL. I'll have to try and make time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... bye for now! I'm going to eat my McDonald's breakfast my dad taupau-ed for me. Me is loving my dad! Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13562034-8381307757804732231?l=lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/feeds/8381307757804732231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13562034&amp;postID=8381307757804732231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/8381307757804732231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/8381307757804732231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/2009/10/new-blog-banner.html' title='New Blog Banner.'/><author><name>Crystal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/TG6PXScQj0I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/7-sMXh1chBo/S220/red+hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13562034.post-2798568831449090781</id><published>2009-10-01T02:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T02:15:38.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures Cheem-ology</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://fc01.deviantart.com/fs26/f/2008/098/2/a/bears_at_the_museum_by_purplerainistaken.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="420" iq="true" src="http://fc01.deviantart.com/fs26/f/2008/098/2/a/bears_at_the_museum_by_purplerainistaken.jpg" width="312" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;They say "A picture paints a thousand words".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://fc09.deviantart.com/fs24/f/2007/319/1/7/puzzle_by_sammoy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" iq="true" src="http://fc09.deviantart.com/fs24/f/2007/319/1/7/puzzle_by_sammoy.jpg" width="420" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So are you looking at the whole picture? Or there's a missing part?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://fc08.deviantart.com/fs15/f/2007/080/4/5/Puzzle_by_Sleax.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="315" iq="true" src="http://fc08.deviantart.com/fs15/f/2007/080/4/5/Puzzle_by_Sleax.jpg" width="420" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Or are you part of the picture?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://fc00.deviantart.com/fs39/f/2008/343/6/8/Melodies_on_white_keys_by_vampire_zombie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="279" iq="true" src="http://fc00.deviantart.com/fs39/f/2008/343/6/8/Melodies_on_white_keys_by_vampire_zombie.jpg" width="420" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Some things are divided into black or white. No grey areas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://fc07.deviantart.com/fs37/f/2008/279/c/f/red_by_proama.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="420" iq="true" src="http://fc07.deviantart.com/fs37/f/2008/279/c/f/red_by_proama.jpg" width="420" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But one must learn to see the burst of colour in the masses of blacks and whites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://fc06.deviantart.com/fs48/f/2009/231/0/7/Rainbow_3_by_bittykate.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="420" iq="true" src="http://fc06.deviantart.com/fs48/f/2009/231/0/7/Rainbow_3_by_bittykate.jpg" width="279" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;For colours is what makes up our lives (and fills us up).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;**Pictures credit to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://deviantart.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;deviantart.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13562034-2798568831449090781?l=lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/feeds/2798568831449090781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13562034&amp;postID=2798568831449090781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/2798568831449090781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/2798568831449090781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/2009/10/pictures-cheem-ology.html' title='Pictures Cheem-ology'/><author><name>Crystal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/TG6PXScQj0I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/7-sMXh1chBo/S220/red+hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13562034.post-7555712019509589470</id><published>2009-09-30T23:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T02:15:17.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Different Perspective</title><content type='html'>Hiyah! I'm back again. Recently I keep blogging. Like seriously non-stop. Must be the boredom of staying at home all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm going out tomorrow! Happy. (: Lunching with Seahhan and Shihui darlings. Then movie at night with Seahhan darl. Missing them so much. And I'm currently mad at Cheryl for pangseh-ing me on MSN and being unwilling to meet me on Sunday. Gah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of what to wear tomorrow! Hahaha. My new Levi's jeans and my Purpur (not the colour, the store) heels. What top should I wear. Thinking of a normal tee shirt (the Levi's one!). But that's in pink-ish red. I want to wear white. Hmmms. Shall look in my cupboard later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered what I wanted to blog about already! I wanted to blog about Xiaxue. Everyone who blogs knows about Xiaxue. She is, afterall, the Queen of Blogging. In Singapore at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might say I don't really like her. But I don't hate or dislike her either. As for her opinions on things, sometimes I agree with her, sometimes I don't. For example, I agree that Apple products are not nice to use at all! (No offence to Apple users out there!) However, I don't see why there's a need to furnish her house in pink!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But everyone is subjected to their own opinions. And that other people should respect that. Just because I don't think a house should be furnished in pink, it means that I have to confront her, or call her names. No what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, however, do have to admit she is pretty influencial in the blogging world. It's true. If not, why do people (me included) read her blog? Why do people PAY her to do advertising for them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I right? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she isn't the only one. I have been influenced by her, Jayden, TypicalBen and ANdyStorm. They are just some of the Singaporean bloggers whom I follow on Twitter also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://fc02.deviantart.com/fs40/f/2009/005/b/4/Purple_Eye_by_Birthstone.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://fc02.deviantart.com/fs40/f/2009/005/b/4/Purple_Eye_by_Birthstone.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;See the world...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://fc01.deviantart.com/fs38/f/2008/326/7/3/047___upside_down_by_takemybones.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="420" iq="true" src="http://fc01.deviantart.com/fs38/f/2008/326/7/3/047___upside_down_by_takemybones.jpg" width="315" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;from a rather different perspective...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://fc04.deviantart.com/fs36/f/2008/273/c/e/To_Question_by_todo_el_mundo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="420" iq="true" src="http://fc04.deviantart.com/fs36/f/2008/273/c/e/To_Question_by_todo_el_mundo.jpg" width="363" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;and you will understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;**Pictures credit to &lt;a href="http://deviantart.com/"&gt;deviantart.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13562034-7555712019509589470?l=lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/feeds/7555712019509589470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13562034&amp;postID=7555712019509589470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/7555712019509589470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/7555712019509589470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/2009/09/different-perspective.html' title='Different Perspective'/><author><name>Crystal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/TG6PXScQj0I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/7-sMXh1chBo/S220/red+hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13562034.post-2170315207804516486</id><published>2009-09-30T05:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T18:00:05.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>Shame not to blog since I have nothing to do, even though I think now I blog faster than people reading. Well, they can always check the archives right? Or else put the archives for what? I don't have things on my blog to &lt;em&gt;bai sui&lt;/em&gt; (meaning for show in dialect).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I really hate it when people put music on their blogs? Especially if you have your own Windows Media Player or iTunes going. Then you open up their website and bam, their music interrupts yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worse still, if they embed it in a way whereby you can't turn it off. I admit I did that before. Forcing people to listening to your blog music by making it impossible to stop the music, unless the person plugs out the speakers or totally turns off the volume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But.... I'm way past that stage already. I've learnt that keeping a blog should be simple and neat (unlike my room). Stuffing too many junk (e.g. music, videos, hit counters, countdown, clocks and all the useless shit) in your blog actually makes your blog load SLOWER. Yes, you got that, &lt;strong&gt;major lag-ness&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Digressing (cus speaking of the phrase "got it" reminds me of this), I'm pissed at another manager of mine! Yes, I'm always pissed at my managers, but not my fault they like to make fun of me right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I was at the cake display then got a customer bought some cakes. Then I repeated the list of cakes to my manager so he can key in the bill right? After going through the list of cakes, I asked him,"Got that?" He nods and then like sort of smile to himself. Siao one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then soon after that, he came to tell me something. When I nodded my head slowly, thinking over the whatever-he-told-me-but-I-forgot, he asked me,"Got that?" WHILE HAVING THIS SARDONIC, RIDICULOUS GRIN ON HIS FACE!&amp;nbsp; Puiiiiiii...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why like that one? ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, back on topic. What was it? Oh right, extra stuff on your blogs makes it lags. Look here, I'll go through the list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Music/Videos&lt;/strong&gt;- Why need embed music or videos on your blog? Put a link to it in one of your post. Maybe you can embed the video in the post instead, and makes sures it's not those auto-play kind. If we're interested, we'll check it out ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hit counters&lt;/strong&gt;- You famous blogger uh? Unless you are like &lt;a href="http://xiaxue.blogspot.com/"&gt;Xiaxue&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://jayleif.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jayden&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://typicalben.blogspot.com/"&gt;TypicalBen&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://youthinkicarewhatyousay.blogspot.com/"&gt;ANdyStorm&lt;/a&gt;, why need to know how many blog hits your have? To show-off? Won't it be sad if you found out little only a teeny number of people reads your blog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Countdown&lt;/strong&gt;- To what? "To one month anniivesary wiibzz moii babiiex deardear"? Gags. Siao. Cannot keep that in mind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Clocks&lt;/strong&gt;- Everyone's computer has a clock function. 'Nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that aside, I AM SERIOUSLY BECOMING A PIG ALREADY!!! From last week til now (minus Friday night's dance and Sunday's work and family dinner), I've been home every single second. Cannot tolerate anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Routine for everyday:&lt;br /&gt;- Sleep in wee hours of the morning to afternoon&lt;br /&gt;- Wakes up to find food&lt;br /&gt;-&amp;nbsp;If there's no food, calls mom to buy back after work&lt;br /&gt;-&amp;nbsp;Watches TV while waiting mom to come back around 3plus&lt;br /&gt;- Continue to watch TV&lt;br /&gt;- Eats dinner&lt;br /&gt;- Watch somemore TV&lt;br /&gt;- Go online til wee hours of the morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repeat. How BORING is that? Super no life even thought now is holidays. D:&lt;br /&gt;Maximum sadness. No shifts due to over population of full timers at Big O. Temporary situation for 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girlfriends are all busy. What to do????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13562034-2170315207804516486?l=lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/feeds/2170315207804516486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13562034&amp;postID=2170315207804516486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/2170315207804516486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/2170315207804516486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/2009/09/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>Crystal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/TG6PXScQj0I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/7-sMXh1chBo/S220/red+hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13562034.post-8013248177590759569</id><published>2009-09-29T07:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T07:30:25.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging with PICTURES !</title><content type='html'>I'm going to blog with pictures from my lappy! Hahaha... Cus I have nothing to do. And these are really funny to be kept to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, I posted up a status on Twitter, which obviously updated my Facebook status also. I was meant to be something for myself. Little did I know that there will be people bo liao enough to *ahem* help me a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/SsFErYl-2rI/AAAAAAAAAVk/2kNTeLVRYKk/s1600-h/guess+the+words.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/SsFErYl-2rI/AAAAAAAAAVk/2kNTeLVRYKk/s400/guess+the+words.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Really weird guesses, no? Which are all wrong, by the way. And if you're curious what the actual words are, too bad. It's for me to know and you to find out. Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then another one would be when my classmates were mostly all up burning midnight oil the night before a submission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/SsFEuucmJ-I/AAAAAAAAAVs/gGSIz0_lZ5M/s1600-h/fb.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/SsFEuucmJ-I/AAAAAAAAAVs/gGSIz0_lZ5M/s400/fb.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/SsFEyaIsQaI/AAAAAAAAAV0/zLhUIWCXw7A/s1600-h/fb+2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/SsFEyaIsQaI/AAAAAAAAAV0/zLhUIWCXw7A/s400/fb+2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/SsFE0GNR1NI/AAAAAAAAAV8/eAgrR27VPUI/s1600-h/fb+3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/SsFE0GNR1NI/AAAAAAAAAV8/eAgrR27VPUI/s400/fb+3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/SsFE2zNX6XI/AAAAAAAAAWE/vJkyDxi3-I8/s1600-h/fb+4.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/SsFE2zNX6XI/AAAAAAAAAWE/vJkyDxi3-I8/s400/fb+4.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Really funny conversation! I just had to blog this even though it happened gazillion years ago. Enjoyed reading it? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wells, I'm gonna catch a little nap for now. See ya !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13562034-8013248177590759569?l=lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/feeds/8013248177590759569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13562034&amp;postID=8013248177590759569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/8013248177590759569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/8013248177590759569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/2009/09/blogging-with-pictures.html' title='Blogging with PICTURES !'/><author><name>Crystal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/TG6PXScQj0I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/7-sMXh1chBo/S220/red+hair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/SsFErYl-2rI/AAAAAAAAAVk/2kNTeLVRYKk/s72-c/guess+the+words.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13562034.post-2998972365339213441</id><published>2009-09-29T06:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T06:24:36.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finish tweaking my blogskin.</title><content type='html'>Alrighty, I've tidied the links. Deleted dead blogs and group them all together. Neater now. Wish I could spent the time tidying my room instead. Hahaha... My room is WAY too messy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just now, my blog's grey floral background disappeared! I don't know why. Initially, I thought it was because I accidentally edited the html. So I went back to the original template and tried copying the bits. But ended up, it wasn't the html. The background just doesn't exist anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strange, right? So I spent the next few hours looking for a background to fit in. I looked in Deviatart and&amp;nbsp;Yahoo Image search. Then finally, I had the sense to search in blogskins.com itself. And poof, I found this current one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty similar to the old one (which I liked). Lightish colour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;OMG! It's 6plus am already. I didn't know. Just got caught by dad who woke up for work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;So yah, where was I? Blogskin. So yea, I've tweaked my blogskin again, tidied up the sidebar. Hmmms, all the bloggers seems to be doing it now. Haha. Is it some sort of spring cleaning for blogs season? Like Lunar New Year? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like all bloggers always have some trend going. Be it blog tidying, creating Twitter or whatnot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the time, I know I'm not gonna sleep already. Prolly nap during afternoon or what. But definately not now. I wanna see the morning again! Wheeee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... GOOD MORNING, Y'ALL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to mention that I edited the blockquotes. Superrrrr chio now! Happy(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13562034-2998972365339213441?l=lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/feeds/2998972365339213441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13562034&amp;postID=2998972365339213441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/2998972365339213441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/2998972365339213441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/2009/09/finish-tweaking-my-blogskin.html' title='Finish tweaking my blogskin.'/><author><name>Crystal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/TG6PXScQj0I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/7-sMXh1chBo/S220/red+hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13562034.post-896223570371239903</id><published>2009-09-28T21:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T21:16:03.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing with my blogskin...</title><content type='html'>... Makes me so motivated to blog. Hahahaha... Changed the font and made the font size bigger for easy reading. Better now right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also shifted my tweets to above my posts for ATTENTION!!! LOL. Remember to follow me! &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/shuijing_92"&gt;http://twitter.com/shuijing_92&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on Saturday night, I spent hours trying to find the html to embed my haloscan comments into my sidebar. And I cleared ALL my comments in there. So remember to comment also!!! Now only have my one lil sad comment. D: Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I really should clear up my list of links huh? Getting really messy, and I think half of them already changed links or deleted their blogs or stopped blogging donkey years ago. Man, I'm really lazy to do that though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My posts are getting superrrr wordy, right? I must start blogging with pictures. But I have no pictures to blog with. ): I don't have a habit of snapping pictures wherever I go. I especially find it kinda irritating when people starts to snap pictures when eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, it's okay if it's a special occasion. Say, bbq or a party. But normal get-together with friends? Getting on my nerves, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, if you'll excuse me now, I'm ending my post here abruptly. Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13562034-896223570371239903?l=lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/feeds/896223570371239903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13562034&amp;postID=896223570371239903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/896223570371239903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/896223570371239903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/2009/09/playing-with-my-blogskin.html' title='Playing with my blogskin...'/><author><name>Crystal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/TG6PXScQj0I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/7-sMXh1chBo/S220/red+hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13562034.post-8269326967947369907</id><published>2009-09-26T01:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T01:45:33.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes, B&amp;J cravings and such.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Hiyah! I'm back again. Finally, I'm feeling motivated to blog again. (: whee~ I've made a few minor changes to my blog template.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;First, I changed my archive links to a click-and-drop one. Cus apparently, my archives are getting more and more. Soon, the list will be superrrr long. Which I don't like. Too bad, blogger can't save the archive links in years, then sub-link into months. Oh well, just have to make do with this. I spent like super damn long tryting to find the html for the click-and-drop. Phew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;And I've also changed my profile picture on my blog (see the sidebar). Okay fine, I removed my old one quite long ago. But I just put up a new one. In fact, my favourite photo of the moment. Which is, yes, also my Facebook, MSN and Twitter display pictures. I LIKE WHAT. Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;That's all for the changes. The next thing I'm gonna change will be my blog banner above ^ . Those are my old pictures which hardly look like me any more. ): I'm trying to find time (and someone) to help me take new pictures of me to put on my blog banner. But hard to find the time and people. I already have an idea in mind how&amp;nbsp;I want it to be like. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Anyways, update on my life. I finally left my house today/yesterday. Hahahaha... Went for ballet classes, like finally. She didn't do Grade7 though. Ms McCully said that she's doing Grade 7 on Saturdays. Should I change my class? I think I should. Friday class is getting too crowded and the seniors are there already. Hmmmms. Will discuss this with my long-time-never-see bimbo partner, NAT POH!!!!! *loves*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Also recently, I have been craving for Ben &amp;amp; Jerry's Phish Food ice cream. It's super yummy! It's chocolate ice cream (expected from me) with fish-shaped chocolate chunks, caramel swirls andddddd... my favourite part, MELTED MARSHMELLOWS!!!! Yums to the max! Can't stop raving about it. Thinking bof it makes me salivate real bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;By the way, I'm free tomorrow(or rather later)&amp;nbsp;for a stop by B&amp;amp;J. *hints hints* Hahaha... So, who's free then?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Oh my, time really flies. Grade 6 examinations and poly orientation seems like yesterday. With a blink of an eye, now already September. Not that it's a bad thing though. Wishing for Year 2010 (you'll know if you've read my previous post) to come faster. Hopes to celebrate New Year like this year's. I had tons of fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13562034-8269326967947369907?l=lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/feeds/8269326967947369907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13562034&amp;postID=8269326967947369907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/8269326967947369907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/8269326967947369907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/2009/09/changes-b-cravings-and-such.html' title='Changes, B&amp;J cravings and such.'/><author><name>Crystal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/TG6PXScQj0I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/7-sMXh1chBo/S220/red+hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13562034.post-1060867875345990090</id><published>2009-09-24T03:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T04:57:04.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>old tale and shocking news.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: purple;"&gt;Many people asked why my blog url is lifereallyhurts. Then ask me why I so emo, blahblahblah all that shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: purple;"&gt;First, my url has always been lifereallyhurts. So the url is because of the feeling that I had when I first created this blog and I honestly do not remember why I chose this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: purple;"&gt;Then your next question is why I don't change it. Because changing it means I have to inform people about the change of my url which I'm too lazy and is really tedious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: purple;"&gt;And what does my url got to do with you anyway? I like lifereallyhurts. Plus I really don't like it when people come and ask me these questions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: purple;"&gt;"Why your url so emo?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: purple;"&gt;"Why your MSN personal message is like this?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: purple;"&gt;"Why your twitter/facebook status like this?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: purple;"&gt;"Why so sad/emo/angry?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: purple;"&gt;I really hate it when people ask me such questions. I don't have to answer you. But I'll feel bad dissing people, so I usually go,"No la. Nothing much. PMS."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: purple;"&gt;I everytime say PMS. I one month can PMS how many times?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: purple;"&gt;Digressing, PMS is Pre-Menstral Syndrome. The "pre-" means before. So when a girl is experiencing PMS doesn't mean she is having her period. It means she is going to have her period (within the next few days) or is in her first few days of her period cycle. Now guys, you understand?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: purple;"&gt;Okay, I know I sound really pissy now. Because I'm kinda pissed and shocked. At what? I can't say it here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: purple;"&gt;I just found out something shocking (to me) on the net and I'm kinda shocked, pissed and maybe a lil jealous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: purple;"&gt;I really don't understand some people.&amp;nbsp; Oh well. *breathes deeply*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: purple;"&gt;I'm still not over it yet. I know I won't be able to sleep because of this. Yes, I know this is dumb. Can't help it. Wasn't expecting it what. I'm gonna waste my energy thinking about it the next few days, I know I will. Wish there was something else to keep me occupied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: purple;"&gt;Can't wait for next year or my eighteenth birthday, my dream age. That's when I can start learning to drive and I don't have to depend on others to get drinks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: purple;"&gt;I really think it's damn wasted lah. My dad comes home at about 6plus pm every weekday (after work) and he parks his car in the carpark until next day. If I could drive, I could go out in the evenings til late without worrying about transport home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: purple;"&gt;Okay, fine. I don't worry about it at all. Cus the most is I cab home. But it's such a waste of money. ): And I don't have to depend on friends who have access to vehicles* to send us (me and other non-driving friends) home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: purple;"&gt;*it's not always a car. *COUGHS*lorry/pickup*COUGHS*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: purple;"&gt;And the drinks part? Sometimes, me and my girlfriends (my age) want to get a drink cus one of them had a fight with a guy or is feeling bad. But too bad, we're not of age. Sad, ain't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: purple;"&gt;I'm wishing hard that Year 2010 comes faster. Especially April.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13562034-1060867875345990090?l=lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/feeds/1060867875345990090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13562034&amp;postID=1060867875345990090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/1060867875345990090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/1060867875345990090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/2009/09/old-tale-and-shocking-news.html' title='old tale and shocking news.'/><author><name>Crystal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/TG6PXScQj0I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/7-sMXh1chBo/S220/red+hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13562034.post-2470654240842523343</id><published>2009-09-23T23:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T00:17:36.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn lappy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I have decided to continue blogging again, despite the little problem I have with blogger. Oh well. Again, many things happened between the last post and today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;One would be the teachers' day celebration we (secondary school class) had with our dearest Ms Choi. Obviously, I ain't gonna blog about it. Way too long ago and almost everyone would have seen the pictures on facebook by now. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Here's a public link for everyone:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=103273&amp;amp;id=661169411&amp;amp;l=1409272d6c"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=103273&amp;amp;id=661169411&amp;amp;l=1409272d6c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Not sure if you need an account to view.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Then at school, we were having this module: Engineering Drawing. Which pretty much sucked. Super frustrated with Adobe Illustrator and Photoshop. FYI, I AM a computer idiot. The only stuff I know on the computer are the basic Microsoft Office. As for what I usually do when on the computer, I go on MSN, facebook, my blog, read FML, check emails, twitter and occasional Youtube watching and blog-hopping. That's all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I don't game, I don't do fancy stuff like web designing, photo editing, etc. Anyways, was I glad when the module ended. Cus it also meant that the holidays are here (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Went shopping last few days during the weekends with my lovely girlfriends. Trying to control my spending for this month. Especially since I know my pay for the month of September will be kinda pathatic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Plus, I'm helping 24 other people from PID Year1 to pay for the PID tee shirt cus they forgot to collect money before the break. So 25 (including me) X $8 = $200.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Currently, I have less than that in my bank account. So, I'm hoping that I can pay after the 26th. That is when my allowance for next month comes in. Stressed~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;And the dumb thing? I'm having holidays already right? I should be working. But my managers did not put down any shifts for me this entire week except Sunday. Major sadded. Wasting me entire week at home. SLEEPING LIKE PIG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;One good thing about this week? I can finally go for ballet lessons. which I missed like 3-4 weeks due to my class. Finally can go back. And I think I forgot Grade 7 work. D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;There you go. Status for now: jobless, broke, shopping-less, bored-to-death. What the shit. Anticipating Friday evening (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Oh yah, the blank spaces in between my post are all taken up by tweeting. Follow me on Twitter:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/shuijing_92"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;http://twitter.com/shuijing_92&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;You guys should go create an account also!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13562034-2470654240842523343?l=lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/feeds/2470654240842523343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13562034&amp;postID=2470654240842523343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/2470654240842523343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/2470654240842523343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/2009/09/damn-lappy.html' title='Damn lappy.'/><author><name>Crystal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/TG6PXScQj0I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/7-sMXh1chBo/S220/red+hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13562034.post-2280472642720473379</id><published>2009-08-15T16:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T16:47:10.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what not to do when you're dining at a restaurant.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Yes, people. I'm finally back to revive my frozen blog. It's not dead okay. Just that blogger always (and still) has problems on my lappy. So now, I'm blogging for you guys even though there's a inconvenience. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many stuff happened between my last post and now but I can't remember much. Hah. Can keep up with me on Facebook and/or Twitter. And yes, I'm a Twitter addict.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I have to really say I missed my darlings like mad. And I love my class to bits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work has been tiring recently. I worked SIX days in a row. Super overworked now. But the robot fella has to be Xaiver, he works almost everyday. Can call him master/shifu already. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, take a look at the title of this post again. Yes, that is one of my many reasons why am I blogging today (besides wasting time, and delay doing homework :/).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What NOT to do when you're dining at a restaurant:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(especially if lao niang is your waitress, okay!!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. If there's a "Please Wait to be Seated" sign, then bloody wait!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't swagger in, like the boss, and plonk your fat ass at any table you please. Especially if there's a reserved tag there!! Already put reserved, still want to sit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Don't be greedy or kiasu.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You come either alone or with ONE friend and yet demand to sit at a table for FOUR. Funny uh?? If restaurant quite empty can la. But if cannot then be more cooperative can?? Two person need so big table for what. You very fat issit??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Do not, I say DO NOT, dismantle the menu.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or at least try and put it back. I know the menu very fun uh. Everything can pull out then anyhow stuff unwanted paper inside. After taking your orders, we have to bring your menus back, put everthing in place THEN send in your orders. Taking extra time to fix the menus means you have to wait longer for food 'cus we sent in your orders later. UNDERTAND NOW??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Eat properly.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are not a coffeeshop okay?? Try to keep the food off the table. I know accidents happen, but please try. Parents, please look after your kids' eating habits. Don't let them throw food around. Which bring us to the next issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Take care of your kids.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not let them run around. Later we bang into them is whose fault?? We carrying heavy plates of hot food you know?? Then please, keep their dirty shoes off the chairs. Climb everywhere like monkeys. Still got other diners okay??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Digressing, there was once where I was about to serve 2 plates of food. I took&lt;br /&gt;them from the counter and just as I was about to leave the counter, I felt like&lt;br /&gt;there was something around my hip level. I peeked under the two giant plates I&lt;br /&gt;was holding and guess what I saw?? A little boy pretending to be a T-Rex in&lt;br /&gt;front of me!!!!! Walking really slowly, blocking my way and conviently ignoring the fact I was there waiting for him to move away. And the parents?? Talking among themselves. WTF.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Try not to be fussy eaters.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know sometimes people don't like onions or what. It's okay. But don't try and change so many things in one dish. You think easy uh?? You cook yourself la. Talk so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Listen properly when we repeat your orders.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, there will be a communication problem and sometimes we make mistakes in your orders. So LISTEN, will ya?? You just nod your head and we think everythings fine and problem-free. Then when we serve you the wrong thing, you kick up such a big fuss. Then we get it from our bosses. Fun uh??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;8. Don't make so much noise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;It's okay if you are at McDonald's. But you are not. Do not talk so loudly or laugh like crazy people, especially if there are other diners around who wants some peace. Annoying can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Yes, I know we are supposed to make the customers our priority. But please be considerate la. Last time I also never think much. But after I started working, I've always try to be more cooperative. Therefore, I'M NICE (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;HAHAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;No, really. Super pissed of the other day during work. Consider me &lt;em&gt;suay&lt;/em&gt; to meet such an asshole bastard customer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13562034-2280472642720473379?l=lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/feeds/2280472642720473379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13562034&amp;postID=2280472642720473379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/2280472642720473379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/2280472642720473379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-not-to-do-when-youre-dining-at.html' title='what not to do when you&apos;re dining at a restaurant.'/><author><name>Crystal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/TG6PXScQj0I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/7-sMXh1chBo/S220/red+hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13562034.post-6733133786125738247</id><published>2009-07-18T22:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T22:58:37.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Had a really weird dream today when I was napping. (Okay fine, you might say 7 hours of sleep is not a nap. But I don't care.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;In my dream, it was my birthday (for some unknown reason). And I was receiving gifts -_- from a bunch of people. In the dream, they are supposedly in my tuition class or what (but I don't have tuition).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;And there was this person who gave gifts to everybody. An Ipod Nano to be exact. But mine was wrapped up. So everyone in that tuition class received a nano from him/her ('cus I don't remember it's a guy or girl). Some people different colours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Oh yea, that person's personality is the very annoying kind with lame/cold jokes and thinks that he's really good-looking, smart, etc... yes, &lt;em&gt;thaaaaaat&lt;/em&gt; kind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Anyway, I received a colour (can't remember what) that I don't usually choose, but quite nice nonetheless. So I asked a friend beside me,"Eh, I can go the Apple shop and ask them change colour for me right??" Afterall, the Ipods were all still in its original packaging. And that friend nodded her head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Then somehow or another, I was celebrating my birthday with my family. And I ask my dad the same question (about changing the Ipod colour at the Apple store). My dad said can change but need to pay $8. And I was very happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;o_O What the hell right???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;At that moment, my phone rang. My mom called me and woke me up from my sleep. I woke up feeling really weird. Kinda freaks me out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Was that dream supposed to mean anything??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;'Cus around last week, I was kinda thinking that getting a Nano might not be a bad idea (apart from the iTunes thing). Hmms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Okay, now back to doing homework...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13562034-6733133786125738247?l=lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/feeds/6733133786125738247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13562034&amp;postID=6733133786125738247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/6733133786125738247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/6733133786125738247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/2009/07/weird-dream.html' title='Weird Dream'/><author><name>Crystal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/TG6PXScQj0I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/7-sMXh1chBo/S220/red+hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13562034.post-9179499304815064267</id><published>2009-07-13T19:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T19:57:59.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepy. And pissed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;OMG. Damn sleepy now. But can't sleep 'cus haven't eaten dinner and I'm mad hungry. Superly pissed at the moment 'cus I can't sign in to my DBS iBanking account and my school's student portal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;The school's website one already quite long like that. Been meaning to bring my lappy to school to get them to help me settle. But freakin' lazy luh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Then the DBS one 'cus I think my account balance is screwed and I wanted to double check. But end up I forgot either my user id, PIN or BOTH. Mostly likely is the user id. 'Cus quite long never use already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;And you know what?? Last Thursday on the way to work, my freakin' bus broke down just as it was about to exit Upper Thomson Road. Actually have been hearing weird noises from the lower deck, but ignore 'cus bus was still moving. But then suddenly, at the traffic lights, I saw other vehicles moving but my bus not. Then suddenly I feel damn warm, the air-con stopped working.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Suspected that bus broke down, wanted to go down check. At that moment, driver came up to confirm that bus broke down. NB. Then have to wait for next bus. Stupid thing was we were in the middle lane, so I couldn' t get off the bus. If I step out, the car on the left lane will bang me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Even if I managed to get off the bus, there no traffic lights for pedestrians, 'cus it was like a highway. Also not near any bus stop. I don't want cab 'cus then what's the point of working?? Damn angry sia. Called up Big O tell them I maybe late 'cus bus broke down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;When I boarded the next bus it was about 5.30pm. Work starts at 6pm. Managed to get down to Scotts Road in 20mins. Speed-walked all the way to Wheelock Place and change. My punchcard: 5.58pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;HAHAHA. So proud of myself. Bus break down still never late. I'm so &lt;em&gt;zai&lt;/em&gt;, man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Today after school nothing do. Bane, PH, and Daniel suddenly say want go shisha. So Hillary and me say okay lor. Bused down to Bugis area. Walked around for damn long (Bane's and PH's fault la) then finally managed to find a shisha place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Drinks were freakin' ex can. $2.50 for a GLASS of coke. NOT can, glass. Wahlau, rip-off sia. The shisha was $15. They chose strawberry. Smell like bodyshop. LOL. Initially taste very light. Then suddenly like damn strong. Is it supposed to be like that?????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;But it died after a short while la. 5 of us spend quite long sitting there talk cock. Mad funny, I tell you. After that follow Hillary to Bras Basah area. Anyhow sit a bus to Orchard 'cus couldn't find bus to AMK area. Then bused back home. Damn tired. Slept on the way back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Urgh urgh urgh. Damn freakin' hungry now. What to eat???????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13562034-9179499304815064267?l=lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/feeds/9179499304815064267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13562034&amp;postID=9179499304815064267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/9179499304815064267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/9179499304815064267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/2009/07/sleepy-and-pissed.html' title='Sleepy. And pissed.'/><author><name>Crystal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/TG6PXScQj0I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/7-sMXh1chBo/S220/red+hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13562034.post-5168326918599268104</id><published>2009-07-12T20:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T21:19:14.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't think of a title creative enough</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Lalalalala~ Been shopping for clothes these few days. Happy happy. LOL. But super super broke. D: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Anyways, celebrated Shihui's birthday last sunday at Yuki Yaki (or is it Yaki Yuki??? Oh whatever.) Buffet: steamboat+ hot pan+ icecream. Yums. But eating time was super rushed. I hate to rush eating. I eat at my own pace, which my friends say is quite fast. But I think is they eat slow. HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Totally obsessed with grilled dory fish recently. Idk why okay. But dory fish is SUPERLY NICE. And my fav way of cooking fish is grilled or pan-seared (: I don't like fried fish (e.g. fish from fish and chips).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Friday was a crazy day. After school went to Mensa 2 for their Western stall grilled dory with lemon-butter-sauce-or whatever-it's-called. 'Cus Hillary said it's damn nice and tempted me to go eat with her. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;But it didn't turn out as nice as I expected. The dory was nicely grilled. But the lemon-butter sauce was too over. *shrugs* Still like design canteen one. Design canteen owns xD HAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;After that rushed home and went to Prata House at Upper Thomson to "celebrate" Jonit's birthday. She was freakin' late can. But birthday girl, so forgive her. Heehee. And I was first to arrived even though I was late by 15mins. Prata House's pratas were a disappointment. Cold and disgusting. Totally didn't taste nice at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;After ballet, met JuinLi, Alicia and Xaiver to eat dinner at Miss Clarity Cafe. Super uber good. Shall go back again. Amanda and Lewis couldn't make it. ~Sad ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I had garlic baked dory. (YES, dory again). It was pretty good. I loved the mashed potatoes. Yums. I really wanna go back there again. Who's gonna be nice and &lt;em&gt;pei&lt;/em&gt; me go?? LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;We talked for damn long. We met at like 7.30plus and we left the place at 10.50pm. OMG. 3 hours???????But we had quite alot of things to catch up (especially gossip on other people and bitching about them). HAHA. Yes, we, the SPS/PHS peeps, are like that. And Xaiver was freaking annoying. He spent the entire freakin' time doing all those corny/cheesy/lame pickup lines in that shitty annoying voice. WTF. And he was sitting beside me. I wanted to die, seriously. Alicia, JuinLi and me totally wanted to slap him can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Then today, I went out with Seahhan darling after her church. Went Singapore Flyer's Popeye to eat. Eat until freakin' full. Today, I had only $4 in my wallet. Mad right?? I kept using my POSB card. God, I must stop that. Then walk around Marina Square (boring 'cus many shops closed down. Why????). Went Suntec to shop at Cotton ON. Bought 2 pieces of clothes. Loves~!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;OH oh oh oh oh!! Before I forget, I brought my Coach handbag out today. First time using it!!!! Crazy-happy xD PURPLE one. Dad's cousin's wife gave it to me when they visited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;And while walking in Suntec, darling and me saw this shop selling liquid computer mouse (basically water with floaty toys encased within a clear plastic mouse). And it was buy 1 get 1 free. LOL. $7.40 each. So it's like paying $3.70 for 1 mouse. Damn cheap. And we bought!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Hers is hotpink with 2 cute penguins and the word love inside. Mine's hotpink with seashells and plastic flowers inside. Mad chio can. Using it now. But it ain't very good though. Not sensitive enough. But it's a cheapo mouse, so expected la. Love it anyway. And it flashes many colours repeatedly. HAHAHAHA. Crazy over it, man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;After that we decided to head for home 'cus we have school tomorrow. Yays. HAHA. Missed school. LOL. Trained to Bishan then went NTUC to buy Coco Pops and ice lemon tea ♥♥♥. Bused home after that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Annoying cramps the entire day. Super uncomfortable. Urgh~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13562034-5168326918599268104?l=lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/feeds/5168326918599268104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13562034&amp;postID=5168326918599268104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/5168326918599268104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/5168326918599268104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/2009/07/cant-think-of-title-creative-enough.html' title='Can&apos;t think of a title creative enough'/><author><name>Crystal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/TG6PXScQj0I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/7-sMXh1chBo/S220/red+hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13562034.post-9133771888895017735</id><published>2009-07-04T23:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T23:51:00.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG. Procrastinating...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Helpppppp. Assignment 1 is due on Monday. I die die have to get it done by tonight. 'Cus going to celebrate Shihui's birthday tomorrow after work. Confirm until late then too tired to do one. But i really don't feel like starting on my work sia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Haiyohhhh. Like that how huh?? Anyway, for the last 2 lessons, I keep falling asleep during the video clip. Then when I get home, I don't know how to answer the questions. NB. But I really very sleepy uh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Wednesday actually got work one. But when I on the bus already, Ivan suddenly call and tell me no need come. So I went to meet Seahhan and Shihui at J8. And I bought my &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;COOKIE MONSTER&lt;/span&gt;!!!!! Hahahahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Then Thursday after class, went to Seahhan's house to wait for Cheryl, she damn slow sia. Tehn 3 of us went to buy Shihui's birthday present (: And I bought new clothes for myself at Max and More AGAIN. OMG. Going broke soon luh. Keep buying clothes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Friday, no school. Slept late then met NatPoh for lunch!! Subway-ed. LOL. Then Liting came, we had Swensen's icecream. Yums xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;And guess what?? Swensen's have student 1-for-1 food items on weekdays until 5pm!!!!!! AHAHAHAHA... Going there to ea soon-ish, if I can get someone to &lt;em&gt;pei&lt;/em&gt; me go (: Another student deal is 2 icecream sundaes for $9.80++. We always get this :D &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I HEART SWENSEN'S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Today, had work. After that met dad and bro at J8 for dinner. Horrible dinner at Yoshinoya D: Should have settled own dinner. At least I eat nicer food by myself then with them. Feeling hungry now. Supper anyone??~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Work tomorrow again. After that, going to celebrate Shihui's birthday which is today. Happy Birthday, girl!! Not sure whether I'm allowed to say where or not. Nevermind. You will know when I blog about it (: *smug*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;So... I guess it has been looooong enough. Going to try and start on my Assignment 1. Jiayou!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;*pauses*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Oh whatever. =.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13562034-9133771888895017735?l=lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/feeds/9133771888895017735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13562034&amp;postID=9133771888895017735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/9133771888895017735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/9133771888895017735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/2009/07/omg-procrastinating.html' title='OMG. Procrastinating...'/><author><name>Crystal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/TG6PXScQj0I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/7-sMXh1chBo/S220/red+hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13562034.post-27582745999840411</id><published>2009-06-30T22:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T23:00:57.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Update.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Now in the middle of doing homework. But I have no ideas what to write, so I shall blog and hopefully some inspiration can hit me HARD while I'm at this. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Anyway, I think I'm the only one who had the most pathetic last-few-days-of-school-holidays. I mean, seriously. I spent the whole of Friday sleeping til around 4pm. Then joined Seahhan and Cheryl for dinner and shopping at Sembawang Shopping Centre. Bought black Cotton On slippers at $5. Cheap and comfy. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Spent the entire Saturday sleeping. Until evening again. But can't remember what I did after. Oh well. Slept on Sunday as well, work at night. God, I sound like a pig. Sleep sleep sleep. Seems to be the only thing I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Folks went to Batam on Sunday - 3days, 2nights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;No school on Monday for some unknown reason. Slept the whole day (AGAIN) and work at night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Today was the first day of school. Folks called me at 6am in the freakin' morning to GO WAKE MY BRO UP FOR SCHOOL!!!! Fucking angry sia. He cannot wake up himself uh?? Don't know how to ownself set alarm uh?? NB. Damn pissed sia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Own alarm rang at 7.15am. Thought I'll snooze for a couple more minutes. Ended up waking at 8.45am!!! And schools starts at 9am!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;OMG. Rushed like hell. Bused to Eunos Link. Then cabbed to school. 8bucks gone. Not that it was much. But I could have saved on that. Arrived in class around 9.30plus am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Lesson ended early at 11am. Me, Hillary, Jeannette, Bane, EZ, Daniel and Ezra bused down to town. Ate lunch. EZ left for work. Caught Transformers, 2 and a half hours show. Phew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Movie was good. Enjoyed it. But still, I'm not that into robots, fighting and wars. *shrugs* But I'll recommend it to those who are into those kind of stuff. Megan Fox was hot by the way. But funnily enough, she didn't even scratched her arms (much less her face) during the entire running-away-from-evil-shooting-aliens/robots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Supposed to meet Seahhan after. But she's out with "someone" again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Daniel and Ezra went home. Rest of us went down Bugis to search for our A4notebooks. Mine costs $6.20!!! Super ex. But liked it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Tapau-ed dinner home from Bugis. Trained down to Orchard then bused back home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;By the way, I just finished my assignment!!!!! xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Super tired. Can't wait for tomorrow though. Suddenly have the drive to go school. HAHA. You guys must be thinking,"What?? This coming from Crystal?????"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;YES!! Maybe 'cus I was too bored form the holidays and spent too much time sleeping already. :X Work tomorrow night. Siannnnnn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13562034-27582745999840411?l=lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/feeds/27582745999840411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13562034&amp;postID=27582745999840411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/27582745999840411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/27582745999840411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/2009/06/quick-update.html' title='Quick Update.'/><author><name>Crystal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/TG6PXScQj0I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/7-sMXh1chBo/S220/red+hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13562034.post-5812233038852229418</id><published>2009-06-25T00:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T00:48:16.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays are gonna be over.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;It's the middle of the second week of holidays. Many things happened since the last time I blogged.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;First of all, my granddad (my dad's father) passed away on Saturday at the age of 90. About 6months after my grandma. In the same ward. Coincidence??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;The wake was then held for 5 days - Saturday to Wednesday. I went down every night. Almost my entire family was there: my aunts and uncles, cousins and even my 2 little nieces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I was on night duty on Tuesday night with my other cousins and my bro. Total of 5 lappys were there. LOL. Lucky my bro brought his extension cord. So I watched Fated to Love You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Finally until 7.40am, I couldn't &lt;em&gt;tahan&lt;/em&gt; anymore. I dragged myself upstairs to sleep. Slept til mom came and woke me up at 12nn. Ate breakfast/lunch. Then had the funeral service. Arrived back at Bedok at 6pm. Ate dinner then homed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Now, I have to rewind a lil, back to Monday. Before I went down to the wake, I went for tanning sessions with darlings. Pictures are on facebook. Lazy to upload them here. Anyway, they looked stupid. So yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Oh, and Wilson called on Tuesday ask me why I never go for chalet. Then at first I was lile,"What chalet??" 'Cus I totally forgot, especially with all the things happening. Then he went,"PID chalet!!!" HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;But I already planned on not going. I only said I might pop by if I ain't too lazy to drag my butt off my bed. But apparently there was still the wake and funeral to attend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Chalet ends on Thursday. Actually thought of meeting my classmates after they checked out to have a meal or what. But I suddenly remembered I have work. Oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;And I was &lt;em&gt;suay&lt;/em&gt; enough to &lt;em&gt;tio&lt;/em&gt; a shift on Wednesday. Then have to cancel because of the funeral service.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Urgh. Suddenly have a feeling of quickly ending the hols, so I can go back school and see my friends. Kinda missed them~ Sweet of me, right?? LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;But on the other hand, I don't wanna start school. For the next 4 weeks, I have to go school everyday from 9am-12nn. Sian. So early. But can go home early too. My next module is what design history and culture. OMG. I hate history. How am I supposed to cope??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Some schools had their hols extended due to H1N1. Obviously, TDS cannot. It will totally screw up the whole block teaching system. *Sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I heard some course have a free block right after holidays. So it's practically &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;6 WHOLE WEEKS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of holidays. God, am I envious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Anyway, going to sleep now. Have work later. Tired already. So g'nights y'all~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13562034-5812233038852229418?l=lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/feeds/5812233038852229418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13562034&amp;postID=5812233038852229418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/5812233038852229418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/5812233038852229418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/2009/06/holidays-are-gonna-be-over.html' title='Holidays are gonna be over.'/><author><name>Crystal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/TG6PXScQj0I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/7-sMXh1chBo/S220/red+hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13562034.post-3250320068119942561</id><published>2009-06-19T22:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T23:57:29.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shiok.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Back after a long first-week-of-holiday!! (: Shiok to the max.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Monday to Wednesday had chalet with secondary school class. I'm not gonna blog about it. 'Cus I have a gazillion photos, mostly Domo. And I'm lazy. And blogger takes forever to load the pictures. So yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;(Lewis, stop bugging me why weren't you invited. I seriously don't know, okay. LOL.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Then after checking out on Wednesday, I went home, dumped my stuff and went out with Jeannette, Ezra and Bane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I finally got my mini Domo back!!!! :D Safe and sound~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Then Thursday (yesterday) brought Lewis and his friend (which I really have no idea what's his name is. I'm very sorry :/) to interview at Big O. Carey interviewed them. HAHA. Lewis brought his girlfriend along. And I think she must be damn bored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Ohya, when I first saw his friend. I was like, why so familiar. Then I yesterday then found out that he's the unknown one in Lewis' and SeinAung's facebook pictures. LOL. Hopes no one sees this. I feel so &lt;em&gt;suaku&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Then that stupid Chew kept bugging me why he wasn't invited to the chalet. Urgh. Totally annoys me. Then he and his friend mentioned someone, not by name. And don't want tell me the real name. Shit, I really wanna know who sia. HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Then today, went to school for like 45mins-1hour (???). For some briefing on the subject selection shit. Sucks lor. Make me wake up so early.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;After the briefing, &lt;em&gt;chiong&lt;/em&gt;-ed home. Actually wanted to finish the subject selection then go take nap. But the stupid webpage took a million years to load. End up I didn't have time to sleep. D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Arranged to meet Liting for ice cream. Muahahaha... Loves!! Then happen to meet Nat and Elvina at the overhead bridge stairs opposite Thomson Plaza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Had ice cream and fries at &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Swensens'&lt;/span&gt;. OMG, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Swensens' is loves&lt;/span&gt;, man. I tell you, the food there is so goddamn good. Ahhhh... Super hungry now~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Met Seahhan darling and "someone" for dinner at KFC. Totally didn't touch the food can. (Explains why my stomach is growling so loud now.) Like took a few bites of my burger and coleslaw. A few sips of my Mountain Dew. And that's that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Me and Seahhan went &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Starbucks&lt;/span&gt; after that. I'm sooooo addicted to their &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;CHOCOLATE BLENDED CREAM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, with absolutely no whipped cream of course. OMG. It's super nice. Even darling likes it. Makes me drool thinking about it. God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Camwhored a lil. (Lazy upload pictures. Pictures on Facebook.) Then went home. Parents out now. They went to fetch my dad's cousin and wife from airport. They're visting from......... USA!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;H1N1 VIRUS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!!! *screams and runs away* LOL. Joking nia la. Wah seh, lucky they don't know my blog. &lt;em&gt;Heng&lt;/em&gt;, man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;By the way, from the last I've heard, Singapore has &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;77 CONFIRMED cases&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of H1N1 people. OMFG!! And a malaysian, who is stays in Singapore, is suspected of having infected in Singapore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;'Cus he has not been to any of those affected countries recently. So the likely chances are that he &lt;em&gt;tio&lt;/em&gt; in Singapore. Aiyoh. Like that how?? Another SARS episode already. Unless he lied la. But If he lie, can check de what.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Oh well. Let's all cross our hearts and hope for the best. And be prepared for the worst. What else can we do??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13562034-3250320068119942561?l=lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/feeds/3250320068119942561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13562034&amp;postID=3250320068119942561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/3250320068119942561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/3250320068119942561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/2009/06/shiok.html' title='Shiok.'/><author><name>Crystal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/TG6PXScQj0I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/7-sMXh1chBo/S220/red+hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13562034.post-8837230630060197162</id><published>2009-06-14T23:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T23:58:23.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre-Chalet</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;One post before chalet!! Might tweet though. So keep an eye on my twitter!! Random updates on chalet will be on twitter. HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Anyway.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Thank god I'm always early for work. 'Cus apparently SOMEONE changed my work schedule from 1.00pm to 12.30pm AND DIDN'T INFORM ME!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Ivan called me at 12.35pm when I was outside Wheelock Place and ask me if I know I working today or not. I said yes and ask isn't it 1.00pm. He ask me go die and say it's 12.30pm. LOLs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;So I rushed up and changed. My punchcard now say 12.40pm. Late for 10mins. Sian... Urgh. I never late one lor. Except last time, when I just started.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Then after work finally met Japhy!!!!! OMG. I totally missed her, man. Met her and her friend. Had Pepper Lunch but ended up wasting the food. 'Cus suddenly don't feel like eating D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Caught up with each other. And I intro-ed her to Big O's cake. And she's probably gonna buy a cake from Big O for her dad's birthday. HAHA. See?? I'm so useful for my company. They should be proud of me. LOL. I'm probably the one who bought and intro-ed the most cakes to my friends. My friends are so lucky xD I treat them to cake all the time uh. Heehee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Chalet tomorrow and I still haven't pack!!! OMG. I dunno what to pack. How??? Die. Okayokay, after this post, I promise to pack for chalet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Hmmms... Maybe after my (self-)manicure THEN I pack. Heh :X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13562034-8837230630060197162?l=lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/feeds/8837230630060197162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13562034&amp;postID=8837230630060197162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/8837230630060197162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/8837230630060197162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/2009/06/pre-chalet.html' title='Pre-Chalet'/><author><name>Crystal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/TG6PXScQj0I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/7-sMXh1chBo/S220/red+hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13562034.post-7325639321274332870</id><published>2009-06-14T00:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T00:43:16.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Temasek Design School's holidays are finally here!! Woots~ Everyone has been waiting for them. But sad to say, it's only for 2 weeks D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Slept til 2.30pm yesterday. Dunno why. I just woke up and saw that it was 2.30. Maybe it was cus I really tired from &lt;em&gt;chionging&lt;/em&gt; the final assignments. Glad that was over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Then I have work later. From 1 to 5.30pm. Meeting Japhy for dinner!!!! Like finally. But meeting her after 7pm. What am I going to do between 5.30- 7??????? Sian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Monday to Wednesday got 4H'08 chalet. Missed them like hell. Probably going to a gig and underaged party on Monday night with my class people. So gonna give the chalet's bbq a miss ): Oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Then left with Thursday to Sunday to go out with darlings before their school starts. Then I'll have an entire week of holidays to myself. 'Cus everyone started school by then but us. Sian sian sian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Okay, this is not gonna be a long post. I'm super shagged even though I slept for 12 hours last night. Ciao~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;p/s  and yes, I ain't going for the stupid PID chalet. Super rip-off. (I don't care if anyone sees this. It's what I think.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;pp/s  I ain't gonna bitch about anyone here. But it doesn't mean I ain't mad at anyone. In fact, I'm irritated by a few people. They better watch out and STOP STEPPING ON MY TAIL!!!! ~pissed~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13562034-7325639321274332870?l=lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/feeds/7325639321274332870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13562034&amp;postID=7325639321274332870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/7325639321274332870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/7325639321274332870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/2009/06/holidays.html' title='Holidays!!!'/><author><name>Crystal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/TG6PXScQj0I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/7-sMXh1chBo/S220/red+hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13562034.post-6106516740664161394</id><published>2009-06-10T03:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T03:42:08.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Horny bosses and such.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;LOL. Weird title, right?? Let me explain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I had work today at 6pm. However, I was required to report at 5pm 'cus I had a training session with my lady boss together with my colleagues who are working that day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;The training ended up to be a sit-down training/meeting. And towards the end of this training/meeting, the lady boss confirmed a few uh... say, finer details of my work place that I've noticed since I started working.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;For example, the 'O' in 'Big O' really did stand for orgasm. I suspected that when I saw the recruitment advert in the newspaper. HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Still remember that time after Cheryl found out the meaning of g-spot, she ask me how come the boss "like that one, name the cake so weird". And I replied,"Aiyah, you see the name of the shop already like that."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;But apparently that was the wrong thing to say to her. 'Cus she just gave me a blank look and asked what's wrong with the restaurant's name. Oh well. (To Cheryl: I bet you don't know what is orgasm and you are gonna go find out the meaning.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;And today, I also confirmed the fact that Spike D was indeed inspired by Madonna's pointy cone bra. HAHAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;And my lady boss even said,"Your bosses not so innocent one uh... We also human right??"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;OMG!!! LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;She also said that in her new restaurant she's probably gonna have more weird sexual-orienatated names like Balls on Fire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. That is so weird. I'm so gonna have a hard time explaining to my friends why I work in such places with weird food names. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Haiyah. Like that how to explain?? Also not I name the food one. Should ask my friends go have the meeting with my bosses. Then let them explain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Hmmms. That seems to be a really good idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13562034-6106516740664161394?l=lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/feeds/6106516740664161394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13562034&amp;postID=6106516740664161394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/6106516740664161394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/6106516740664161394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/2009/06/horny-bosses-and-such.html' title='Horny bosses and such.'/><author><name>Crystal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/TG6PXScQj0I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/7-sMXh1chBo/S220/red+hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13562034.post-4630210015978326216</id><published>2009-06-08T22:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T22:53:56.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekends!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Saturday met up with Seahhan darling to go Sembawang Shopping Centre. HAHA. Cotton On having GSS. Then after that met with Kokheng to eat dinner. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;THEN I GOT CONNED INTO WATCHING A 11PLUS PM MOVIE!!!! LOLS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;They ask me wanna watch movie or not. I thought 9plus pm movie. End up they buy tickets for 11.15pm. Sia la. Somemore &lt;strong&gt;M18&lt;/strong&gt; leh. I also dunno how I get in one. AND I'M NOT CHAO LAO OKAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;We (me, Seahhan, Kokheng, Jianxiang, Yanjie, Samuel, Candy and Terence - 8 of us) watched Blood- The Last Vampire. I think The korean actress quite pretty seh. She acting in the korean drama My Sassy Girl, which I didn't watch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;And initially we had an hour to kill before the movie. We went to the arcade!! Kokheng versus Samuel in Bishi Bashi. HAHA. Kokheng damn &lt;em&gt;zai&lt;/em&gt; for the food one. But he lost to Samuel. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Darling played some music game. She hit the button damn hard la. Then complained fingers pain =.= I told her not to hit so hard already, right??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Then watched the movie. The person like never care who go in one leh. I was SMS-ing people. The next thing I knew, I was in the cinema already. I SAY &lt;em&gt;LIAO&lt;/em&gt;, I NOT CHAO LAO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;The movie was super gruesome AND violent. Aiyah, wasted another $9. Sian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Movie ended around 12mn going 1am. Thought going home but they say go Jiaqing's house void deck to talk. I bought Macs and got the PURPLE glass!! xD By the way, Jiaqing's puppy super uber cute, man. The way it walk like bouncing like that. I want!! Later I dog-nap his dog. HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Then took pictures of Kokheng's brother's car. 'Cus Kokheng wanna upload to facebook and showoff. Plus his bro selling off the car. He damn sad sia. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Around 2.40plus pm, they decided to leave. They say send me home then send Seahhan home then they dunno go where. I got an escort home sia: a lorry and a car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Seahhan sat in Kokheng's car. I took Jianxiang's dad's lorry!! I sat in front with Candy. The guys sat behind. Reached home around 3am. Online for 2hours, slept at 5am. Woke up at 11am for work. OMG. I was soooooo tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I was glad when 5.30 came and I could get off work. Yanyi darling and that stupid idiot come find me. We &lt;em&gt;tapau&lt;/em&gt; cake go Pepper Lunch have dinner. Bought Famous Amos cookies then train-ed home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Today woke up at 6am!! I WOKE UP AT 6AM YOU SEE!! Then bus-ed down to Orchard. Since I was so bad at estimating time, I reached at 8am. The others meeting at 8.30. So I slowly walked towards the MRT ( I got off at the FarEast bus stop). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Then I met my colleague outside Wheelock Place. He going to open shop. So I follow him. LOL. Wahlau, I didn't know Big O inside so dark one. Scary la. I tell him later got ghost come find him. He say nevermind, he used to it already. Everything also see before le. HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Oh, and I took another shirt from Big O. I not enough seh. Then I left after that, leaving him alone with the ghosts. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Got to The MRT. AND WAITED FOR OUR DEAREST CLASS REP TO COME!! Bane late uh!! Around 10 people waiting for him leh. Walked to some bus stop and take bus. Walked damn long to Botanical Garden can. Should have taken another bus. We walked for like 20plus minutes luhh. Tired sia. Reached there around 10plus am. Went the food court to eat. Eat until 11.30. Then we left. So we didn't draw anything at all. =.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Technically, we just went all the way there to eat their horrible food. Urgh. Took bus 7, the others going down to Bedok. I got off at Lucky Plaza bus stop and walked right into my dad. Haa. So coincidental right?? So walked with my folks to Heeren to meet JuinLi, Alicia and Amanda. Had jack's place with them. LOLs. So long never meet, must catch up on each others' news.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Then went with JuinLi to Big O buy cake again (I had cake yesterday too :X). Went Borders so JuinLi can buy her book. Then went to McCafe. Bought hot chocolate. Sat there. She read her book, I had my cake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Saw David when we were going off. His hair flat flat one. Hah. Bused home and slept like a pig.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Phew, long and tiring weekend. Now school start again. Somemore &lt;em&gt;chionging&lt;/em&gt; for final projects and homeworks. Arrggh... sian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Speaking of which, I think my class scary seh. HAHA. Aiseh, they read people's blog never tag one leh. So dunno who reading who's blog. OMGosh. I must be careful what I say here. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;For example, I can't say:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I'm jealous of EZ's drawing skills so I'm going to destroy his sketchbook.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I'm gonna kill Ezra with the mallet Bane made and blame it on him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I'm going to steal someone's woodturning project and pass it off as mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHA. My evil schemes. LOLs. Joking nia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13562034-4630210015978326216?l=lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/feeds/4630210015978326216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13562034&amp;postID=4630210015978326216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/4630210015978326216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/4630210015978326216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/2009/06/weekends.html' title='Weekends!!'/><author><name>Crystal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/TG6PXScQj0I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/7-sMXh1chBo/S220/red+hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13562034.post-1406200484751650636</id><published>2009-06-07T04:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T04:48:35.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twitter!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Since my friends have been bugging me to go on Twitter, I've decided to give it a go. And guess what??!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;It's sooooo FUN!!!!! xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Follow me on Twitter:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/shuijing_92"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;http://twitter.com/shuijing_92&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I have embedded my tweets along the sidebar. AND a Follow Me on Twitter thumbnail. *beams proudly*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Plus, I can tweet using my phone!!! AHAHAHAHA!!!So happy. So I can practically tweet anywhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;LOLs. I sound crazy don't I?? But I'm so happy I created a Twitter account.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;GoGoGoGo!!! Go create one also. Then we can Tweet each other :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13562034-1406200484751650636?l=lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/feeds/1406200484751650636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13562034&amp;postID=1406200484751650636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/1406200484751650636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/1406200484751650636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/2009/06/twitter.html' title='Twitter!!'/><author><name>Crystal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/TG6PXScQj0I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/7-sMXh1chBo/S220/red+hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13562034.post-7345960926193654854</id><published>2009-05-27T01:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T01:17:45.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'>japhy!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;This post is dedicated to Japh xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Just finished a phone conversation with her. Had a really nice talk. Feel a lil better now. Thanks, girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Bitch-ed about some weird annoying people we've met. LOL. Talked about our newclassmates and our newly found cliques. HAHA. Had fun talking to her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;JAPHY!! We must find time to go out. Ask Waiping also!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;*puffs cheeks and breathes out*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I feel just a tiny bit better. I think I shall go sleep now. G'nites.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13562034-7345960926193654854?l=lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/feeds/7345960926193654854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13562034&amp;postID=7345960926193654854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/7345960926193654854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/7345960926193654854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/2009/05/japhy.html' title='japhy!!!'/><author><name>Crystal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/TG6PXScQj0I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/7-sMXh1chBo/S220/red+hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13562034.post-7555923576343868135</id><published>2009-05-26T21:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T01:13:05.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wasted day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Wahlau eh. I totally wasted the entire day today can. I went school, but I like practically didn't do much. I didn't even start on the idol drawing. (I don't know who I'm drawing yet.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Then was supposed to go home after school, dump my A2 folio and meet Seahhan and Shihui darlings in town to go Bugis buy my bag. But after I got on my bus home and called them, they say they too lazy go already and they heading home soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I was totally sianed lar. I already on the bus, or else I would have stayed in school with the others to continue the model making thing. I bet the others were almost done. Shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I thought of calling up anyone, see if they free to go out 'cus I don't want waste the day, plus I forgot bring my modelmaking assignment home. (Arrrgghhhh...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Yanyi was out with that bastard. And Cheryl didn't pick up her calls for ONE whole hour again. Left her 2 SMSes. I knew she was going down Bishan, I thought could have met her there or what.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Reached home and ate. Then I conveniently fell asleep, until Cheryl SMSed me around 5pm. I called and asked her can meet her or not. She say but her friend going with her and her friend might mind me tagging along =.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;So she said she go ask her friend. But like 5 seconds after I hung up with her, I felt so lazy to get up. So SMSed her to forget it, I'll not be going afterall. Went back to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Woke up around 8plus. I thought Mom made spicy Korean ricecakes. But end up she didn't. Super disappointed ): Ate a rice dumpling and some durian with dad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;So that's it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;There's something wrong with me recently. I'm totally losing my appetite. I'm pissed easily at loads of people. I feel like quiting school and work. I feel like crying sometimes. My tummy hurts like hell (kinda like gastric).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I almost flared up at my classmates today. In fact, I yelled abit and then tried to pass it off jokingly. But I was totally not into it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I don't feel happy and excited at stuff I like anymore ): All my smileys are becoming from (: and xD to ): and D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Why?? D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I'm suppose to do homework today. But I feel like just tearing it up. I'm sick of school and work. Shit, I have work tomorrow. What if I accidentally do something wrong?? Die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Now what?? I never like that before leh. Last time just normal PMS. Now it's practically like the whole world owes me money or what. I feel so pissed at everybody. I think now the only people I don't feel pissed at are Hillary and Jeannette. Dunno why also.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I want to dig a hole and crawl inside. Hide there until I feel better than come out. This is so depressing, man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13562034-7555923576343868135?l=lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/feeds/7555923576343868135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13562034&amp;postID=7555923576343868135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/7555923576343868135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/7555923576343868135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/2009/05/wasted-day.html' title='Wasted day.'/><author><name>Crystal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/TG6PXScQj0I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/7-sMXh1chBo/S220/red+hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13562034.post-5903733061163880630</id><published>2009-05-24T23:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T01:09:18.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bored bored and even more bored.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Didn't update for very long. LOLs. 'Cus I had nothing to write. Just that GSS is around the corner!! Can't wait, man. Finally can go mad shopping again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Meeting up with darlings this Tuesday to get my bag!! Like finally, can't wait, baby!! Woots~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I think I'm going mad ~~~ *crazy laughs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Anyways, had work today. JFat came down to fill in job application at Big O. He says he in need of money. HAHA. I think if he get the job, I confirm die. Big O people and him confirm gang up bully me one. Why did I do such a stupid thing by intro-ing him this job?? Arrrghhh. I feel like I'm regretting my action. It's all too late. Shit shit shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Then after work, watch JFat eat at BK. Then meet Yanyi darling, Jocelyn and &lt;em&gt;that stupid bastard&lt;/em&gt; for dinner at NYDC (!!!). Also bought Big O's cake!! So long never had their cake already. Yums xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Haha. Like talked and laughed throughout dinner. Stupid bastard keep aiming me. He confirm die. He wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Then after that went to walk in Wisma, bought Famous Amos cookies!! OMG. It's still in my bag. Totally forgot about it!! Then finally cannot tahan, go sit outside NgeeAnn City. Over there, Jocelyn suddenly started to giggle madly and point at the lamp and say it's a big moon, then somemore got support (cus the lamp is a wall lamp then got the black metal thingy to hold the lamp). Wahlau eh, she over there high like on alcohol like that la. Scary sia. HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;In the end, the girls were tired so decided to head home. Bounced MRT cus we wanted to sit. Yes yes, we are lazy pigs. So??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Reached home at 9plus. Tried calling Cheryl darling from 10-11pm. But she didn't pick up her phone. Left her 2 SMSes already D: Wanted to ask her if she's free tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Speaking of which, tomorrow is outdoor drawing... At Terminal 3!! Sian. SO far la. Then Tommy send down EMail say after that must go back to school. Die already la. I thought finish can straight away go home. Arrrghhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13562034-5903733061163880630?l=lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/feeds/5903733061163880630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13562034&amp;postID=5903733061163880630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/5903733061163880630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/5903733061163880630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/2009/05/bored-bored-and-even-more-bored.html' title='bored bored and even more bored.'/><author><name>Crystal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/TG6PXScQj0I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/7-sMXh1chBo/S220/red+hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13562034.post-5346664369691494480</id><published>2009-05-13T23:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T21:11:07.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exhibition!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Today is the day we had to present our 1m-by-1m board to the whole class. Well, let the pictures do the talking. Enjoy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/Sgr_Vpm5fyI/AAAAAAAAAUc/6m30Ii6mnqc/s1600-h/Picture1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335357455985114914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 288px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/Sgr_Vpm5fyI/AAAAAAAAAUc/6m30Ii6mnqc/s400/Picture1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Mine; Bane's; QuinFei's; Dawn's - Bane's is like one of the best in our class, man. Super nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/Sgr_Pr_7FtI/AAAAAAAAAUU/WGcQ4vs1Xg0/s1600-h/Picture2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335357353547732690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/Sgr_Pr_7FtI/AAAAAAAAAUU/WGcQ4vs1Xg0/s400/Picture2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; ShunChin's; EZ's; Ezra's; Zibin's - SHunChin is our class's pride sia. LOL. Zibin got damn &lt;em&gt;pek chek&lt;/em&gt; when doing his. And I helped Ezra, okay!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/Sgr_JOhIRXI/AAAAAAAAAUM/MbggIEdo3_M/s1600-h/Picture3.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335357242554729842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/Sgr_JOhIRXI/AAAAAAAAAUM/MbggIEdo3_M/s400/Picture3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; Gary's; PH's; Jeannette's; Daniel's - PH's one super funny lor. Jeannette used spray-paint. I liked hers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/Sgr_C7pnUgI/AAAAAAAAAUE/cdd7WTejNeA/s1600-h/Picture4.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335357134410830338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 316px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/Sgr_C7pnUgI/AAAAAAAAAUE/cdd7WTejNeA/s400/Picture4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; Farhan's; Hillary's; Irfan's; Doreen's - Hillary's is damn pretty. It's so PURPLE-y!! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/Sgr--Rf1cyI/AAAAAAAAAT8/V40o3a3bVqA/s1600-h/Picture5.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335357054376047394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 326px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/Sgr--Rf1cyI/AAAAAAAAAT8/V40o3a3bVqA/s400/Picture5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; Ivy's; PC's; Geraldine's; Julian's - PC's is cute can. Especially the Santa Claus (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/Sgr-4jTZU6I/AAAAAAAAAT0/mqRoY9Aevp0/s1600-h/Picture6.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335356956076495778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 294px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/Sgr-4jTZU6I/AAAAAAAAAT0/mqRoY9Aevp0/s400/Picture6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; Elky's; Peiyun's; Catherine's; Sandra's - Sandra's one I like!! Relive in my childhood. LOLs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;In the studio also had the work of the 3D Fundemental class. Some of their projects include a giant Domo (there's one every year, I heard) and a headless bride (I think is haven't finish):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/Sgr-zJ6UCSI/AAAAAAAAATs/LIodBtAqaM4/s1600-h/Picture13.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335356863361059106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 334px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/Sgr-zJ6UCSI/AAAAAAAAATs/LIodBtAqaM4/s400/Picture13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; Bane tried to be the bride. But PH's the clear winner. He look freakin' like girl with his long hair. Plus Fei as his groom and bestman, Fan, trying to kiss "her". Hahahaha... I blew up this picture on my lappy. Everyone kept laughing sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Dennis' class, I went to the other class to see theirs (some I dunno whose):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/Sgr-ooJVN6I/AAAAAAAAATk/fCr29TIv9bk/s1600-h/Picture7.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335356682498553762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 294px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/Sgr-ooJVN6I/AAAAAAAAATk/fCr29TIv9bk/s400/Picture7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Juliana's; Zul's; Curly's; Christopher's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/Sgr-jAyawpI/AAAAAAAAATc/nfKpPK8PgGY/s1600-h/Picture8.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335356586034119314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 295px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/Sgr-jAyawpI/AAAAAAAAATc/nfKpPK8PgGY/s400/Picture8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; JianLe's; YiQing's (???); Dunno-his-name's; Honey's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/Sgr-dnLTGmI/AAAAAAAAATU/oHy7YsKE_CQ/s1600-h/Picture9.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335356493259807330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 317px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/Sgr-dnLTGmI/AAAAAAAAATU/oHy7YsKE_CQ/s400/Picture9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;All dunno whose. Paiseh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/Sgr-YGRuwRI/AAAAAAAAATM/szDlJlvmiuI/s1600-h/Picture10.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335356398529069330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/Sgr-YGRuwRI/AAAAAAAAATM/szDlJlvmiuI/s400/Picture10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; Dunno-whose; Korean AhBeng's; Dunno-whose's; Kenneth's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/Sgr-TM3x9BI/AAAAAAAAATE/_tiOfw0lFtc/s1600-h/Picture11.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335356314399929362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 323px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/Sgr-TM3x9BI/AAAAAAAAATE/_tiOfw0lFtc/s400/Picture11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; Class bastard's; Dunno-whose; Charmaine's; Dunno-her-name's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/Sgr-Oj4CIlI/AAAAAAAAAS8/vleDvyYACIE/s1600-h/Picture12.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335356234675659346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 304px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/Sgr-Oj4CIlI/AAAAAAAAAS8/vleDvyYACIE/s400/Picture12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; Hera's - her's super chio right??!! It's super uber freakin' nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;So yea. That's it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;P/S PICTURES ON FACEBOOK TOO!! Tag yourself if I didn't tag you (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13562034-5346664369691494480?l=lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/feeds/5346664369691494480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13562034&amp;postID=5346664369691494480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/5346664369691494480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/5346664369691494480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/2009/05/exhibition.html' title='Exhibition!!'/><author><name>Crystal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/TG6PXScQj0I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/7-sMXh1chBo/S220/red+hair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/Sgr_Vpm5fyI/AAAAAAAAAUc/6m30Ii6mnqc/s72-c/Picture1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13562034.post-1194654157226396638</id><published>2009-05-11T14:23:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T22:31:51.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Assignment!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Okay so updates on these few days...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Thursday night:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I fell asleep on Thursday night, lying on my stomach in front of my lappy. Woke up at 3am, cleared everything off my bed and went back to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Friday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Morning woke up to find that I slept with my head on the other side of my bed. Tried to get up and realised that I developed a neck cramp so my head can't turn to the left. Got up and went to school. Finished my 1m-by1m board!! PICTURES:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/SgfI5uCbXSI/AAAAAAAAASs/4D3hIvl6pVI/s1600-h/purple%230306.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334453177579953442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/SgfI5uCbXSI/AAAAAAAAASs/4D3hIvl6pVI/s400/purple%230306.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; Halfway done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/SgfH89Xw8oI/AAAAAAAAASk/lfYe1NObDyc/s1600-h/purple%230309.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334452133723959938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/SgfH89Xw8oI/AAAAAAAAASk/lfYe1NObDyc/s400/purple%230309.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Zoomed in on the piano keys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/SgfG5DyaB8I/AAAAAAAAASc/qA0kwSv6LtE/s1600-h/purple%230308.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334450967215212482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/SgfG5DyaB8I/AAAAAAAAASc/qA0kwSv6LtE/s400/purple%230308.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;My friends say this look like Flubber or something. Actually it was supposed to be a ghost. *shrugs* Oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/SgfFsVcg33I/AAAAAAAAASU/bnTXinrQI4k/s1600-h/purple%230307.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334449649105297266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/SgfFsVcg33I/AAAAAAAAASU/bnTXinrQI4k/s400/purple%230307.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; My graffiti - "Bring it on". I like the colours. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/SgfFAwP03VI/AAAAAAAAASM/URcg_2b_ous/s1600-h/18purples.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334448900385594706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/SgfFAwP03VI/AAAAAAAAASM/URcg_2b_ous/s400/18purples.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; Finally!! But still had a couple more touchups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Saturday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Woke up with a terrible neck cramp. My whole head was tilted to the right. Realised I won't be able to work the next day. Started to SMS work friends for help. Afternoon went to my aunt's place. Mom helped me massaged my neck. My head finally straightened even though I still can't turn to my left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Uncle dropped me off at Tanah Merah MRT station so I can go for Morga's BBQ. Trained to Pasir Ris. Asked a bus conductor directions to Pasir Ris park which is damn big (as in &lt;em&gt;really really really&lt;/em&gt; big). He told me take Bus 403. Which took me to the wrong end of the park. Called Daniel for help. He told me to take the bus back to the interchange then Bus 89 to Downtown then walk to Escape.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;While alightening Bus 89, saw a senior, so followed him to the pit. Almost everyone w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;as there. I was trying not to be seen by The Mean Evil Sadistic Gay (Jacen). But Tree and ShiJie &lt;em&gt;sabo&lt;/em&gt;-ed me. I totally tried to stay FAR FAR FAR away. But some idiot grabbed my arms from behind and shouted,"Here!! I got her!!" WTH. Everyone turned to look at us and their imaginations went into overdrive. Actually, I was staying away from him 'cus he said he'll scrawl on my face with charcoal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I take pictures with other people, The Gay had to come up from behind. Scared the shit outta me, man. Wahlau. I used Tree as a shield. (: Thanks, girl. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Went home around 11pm. Bus-ed to Hougang interchange. Cabbed home. Around $8 including midnight charge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Sunday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Woke up with neck cramp but much better. Can turn the head abit, even though can feel the strain. Met Seahhan darling. Went to Bugis Street to dig for treasures as we're on a tight budget. I bought a dress and a belt. Darling bought a shirt. Bused down to Novena. Darling went cotten on buy shoes as hers is spoilt. Saw tanktops. Shall ask Mom to buy for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;After that dunno where to go. Suddenly had the idea to go KBox. So bused down (concession rocks, man) to Marina Square. KBox-ed til 9pm. Damn fun. Just the 2 of us. Sang like madwomen to high songs. Sang like couple to love songs (I was the guy; darling was the girl). Paid a bomb of $48.25 in total.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Finally trained and bused home. Folks bought me my new phone - Nokia E63!! Love the QWERTY keypad (: You know what?? I spent 20minutes trying to find the dictionary function for the texting then it finally dawned on me that my phone doesn't need one as mine is QWERTY keypad =.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I felt so dumb afterwards. Anyways, I'm gonna GMask my phone in PURPLE!! After I save enough money D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Monday (Today):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Woke up and saw my NEW phone showing 11.26am. (School starts at 12nn.) I called Hillary telling her I'll be late, only to find out from her it's only 10.30am. Quickly set my clock back to the correct timing. Went to school. One of Design School lifts is spoilt. Other lift very crowded. No choice, took the stairs. Tiring, man. Carry lappy somemore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Ended up, going to school was a waste of time can. I didn't do anything. I just walked around. Sometimes help out Ezra. Listened to a boring talk on a furniture designing competition (no interest). Ate lunch. Talked with Tree. Made fun of Zibin. Went to look at ADM people's work. Talked to Tree somemore. Talked to Hillary and Jeannette also. Found out that my work needs touching up and I can't do it today 'cus I didn't bring my paint. Went home in the end. I also found out that I need to do the prep work which is due tomorrow. and artist statement. Blerrgh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Just had Piiza Hut delivery with bro and cousin, 'cus folks are out for dinner with friends. Still a lil hungry though. Anyone up for supper??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13562034-1194654157226396638?l=lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/feeds/1194654157226396638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13562034&amp;postID=1194654157226396638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/1194654157226396638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/1194654157226396638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-assignment.html' title='My Assignment!!'/><author><name>Crystal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/TG6PXScQj0I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/7-sMXh1chBo/S220/red+hair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/SgfI5uCbXSI/AAAAAAAAASs/4D3hIvl6pVI/s72-c/purple%230306.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13562034.post-1614714449082786066</id><published>2009-05-07T15:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T16:08:51.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yawns.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;In Dennis' class now. Listening to the other groups presenting. OMG. Damn tired la. Wanna sleep. But it's not that the other groups are boring, it's just that I have not enough sleep last night. Was blogging, SMS-ing, MSN-ing and re-doing my research.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;*Yawns* I'm the last group. Now only second group. I'm the *counts for a moment* fourth group. So yea, that's like 2 more groups to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Ohya. That day I was waiting for the lift in school. Then when the lift reach, the workshop induction guy came out. I think he must have recognise me. 'Cus he gave me the up-down look thing. Man, was I pissed. I was wearing a dress somemore. Which was um... not very long la. &lt;em&gt;Suay&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Arrghh. Third group now. Mine's up next. Sian. I think ours not very well done. The only thing I liked was our 7 Wonders mindmap. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13562034-1614714449082786066?l=lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/feeds/1614714449082786066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13562034&amp;postID=1614714449082786066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/1614714449082786066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/1614714449082786066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/2009/05/yawns.html' title='yawns.'/><author><name>Crystal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/TG6PXScQj0I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/7-sMXh1chBo/S220/red+hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13562034.post-3995276718423260824</id><published>2009-05-07T00:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T00:33:52.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UPDATE!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The first part of the post "wtf" wasn't meant for anyone alrights?? That part was typed after I came home from school. Then I continued the post at night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;By the way, I was talking about the stupid induction guy who keep aiming me about my shorts, my hair and my &lt;em&gt;supposed&lt;/em&gt; boyfriend, who &lt;em&gt;supposedly&lt;/em&gt; will sneak into the workshop and help me complete my final projects.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;=.= I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;People from T-02 will be laughing when they see this. They totally saw how he was like towards me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;And please, I'm not talking about any of my friends okay. At least 2 people have apologised to me after reading that post, thinking I was talking about them. I was like damn confused at first la. I should have stated but I scared later &lt;em&gt;kena&lt;/em&gt; for flaming I die sia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Stupid bitch. Get off my planet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13562034-3995276718423260824?l=lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/feeds/3995276718423260824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13562034&amp;postID=3995276718423260824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/3995276718423260824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/3995276718423260824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/2009/05/update.html' title='UPDATE!!'/><author><name>Crystal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/TG6PXScQj0I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/7-sMXh1chBo/S220/red+hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13562034.post-5263366628300979309</id><published>2009-05-06T17:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T17:59:17.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Project work.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Zzzz... In school now. Brought my lappy to configure. Now cannot use MSN, thus using EBuddy ): Alot of sites denied, internet lagging like shit. Ahhhh... Sian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now &lt;strike&gt;chionging&lt;/strike&gt; wrapping up Dennis' group project. WHICH IS DUE TOMORROW!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Haiya. Lucky the individual project de deadline is pushed to Tuesday. OMG!! That's also the deadline for the stupid sketchbook. Argghhh. Die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13562034-5263366628300979309?l=lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/feeds/5263366628300979309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13562034&amp;postID=5263366628300979309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/5263366628300979309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/5263366628300979309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/2009/05/project-work.html' title='Project work.'/><author><name>Crystal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/TG6PXScQj0I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/7-sMXh1chBo/S220/red+hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13562034.post-5837973745245198147</id><published>2009-05-06T01:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T01:32:46.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wtf.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I know I said I'll stop swearing, but I'm really pissed off okay. As in, I'm really really mad now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you fucking care, you prude?? You are nothing to me. I did nothing to you. Who are you to say that to me?? I don't bloody give a damn about your &lt;em&gt;ideas&lt;/em&gt;. Screw them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get away from me. Don't test my patience. I might just hit you. One day, I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;***Shall not elaborate more.***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s you better not lecture me about this post. this is MY blog. &lt;strike&gt;hello.&lt;/strike&gt; bye. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Anyways. I'm broke again!! I spent $50 on concession (like finally) and $10 bucks to top-up the stupid EZ-link card. So now I'm left with $150plus (including cash) to last me all the way til *checks calendar* 26th. Ahhhh.... Die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Anyway, I've done a bit of research for Hueyling's assignment. I haven't started on Dennis'. But I'm really damn shagged. So I think I'll do it tomorrow morning when I bring my lappy to school. *sheepish smile*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13562034-5837973745245198147?l=lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/feeds/5837973745245198147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13562034&amp;postID=5837973745245198147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/5837973745245198147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/5837973745245198147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/2009/05/wtf.html' title='wtf.'/><author><name>Crystal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/TG6PXScQj0I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/7-sMXh1chBo/S220/red+hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13562034.post-8802419591019146780</id><published>2009-05-05T20:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T21:12:16.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Facebook is working again!! Thank god. Almost couldn't &lt;em&gt;tahan&lt;/em&gt; the past 2 days. I was so frustrated, man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;And guess what?? I didn't do Hueyling's or Dennis' work last night. I was super tired. I fell alseep can. I keep putting it back. But I think really cannot hold anymore. Or else won't make it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;So yea. Well, I'm going off to do it. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Cheers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;p/s  I think I'm doing a nice job of keep my mouth shut on the &lt;em&gt;&amp;amp;*%&amp;amp;^$%*&amp;amp;&lt;/em&gt; thing (: Except for the past 2 days. 'Cus I got pissed off. But other than that, I think I'm doing okay. Hahaha... Go go go!! I MUST STOP &lt;em&gt;%*^&amp;amp;$%&lt;/em&gt;-ing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13562034-8802419591019146780?l=lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/feeds/8802419591019146780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13562034&amp;postID=8802419591019146780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/8802419591019146780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/8802419591019146780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/2009/05/finally.html' title='Finally.'/><author><name>Crystal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/TG6PXScQj0I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/7-sMXh1chBo/S220/red+hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13562034.post-3710463978117477290</id><published>2009-05-05T00:02:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T00:05:31.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:80;color:#ff0000;"&gt;BITCH!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I hate you. You suck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13562034-3710463978117477290?l=lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/feeds/3710463978117477290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13562034&amp;postID=3710463978117477290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/3710463978117477290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/3710463978117477290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/2009/05/bitch-i-hate-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Crystal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/TG6PXScQj0I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/7-sMXh1chBo/S220/red+hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13562034.post-8263218879022625303</id><published>2009-05-04T22:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T23:58:18.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Singapore Art Museum</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Woke up at 7am today after sleeping for only 2 hours!! 'Cus I &lt;em&gt;chiong&lt;/em&gt;-ed my pastel drawing last night. Super sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left house at 8am. It was raining damn heavily. So went to Ave 4 take Bus 73. Waited for 45mins before two 73 buses came. Was super uber pissed. Actually wanted to cab to MRT already but alot people also waiting for cab. So &lt;em&gt;bo pian&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was late like &lt;em&gt;siao&lt;/em&gt; la. The rest were eating at Burger King. Initially, I didn't dare go in one. 'Cus I super scared they scold me &lt;em&gt;sia&lt;/em&gt;. But end up they all very nice (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They all follow dresscode la (white)!! I wore my black spag top over my dress with my white belt so got the high-waisted look. Anyways, I got WHITE belt and WHITE earstuds &lt;em&gt;hor&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After waiting for them to finish their breakfast, we headed down to the SAM. The other class already there. Bane was nice enough to lend me his huge hoodie, almost the same length as my dress already la. After that we must fill in some ridiculous medical form thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have any of your immediate family members came in contact with anyone with flu symptoms / came back from holiday??&lt;/em&gt; Like I would know exactly who my dad, mom or bro met recently. I also not 24/7 beside them. I just put "no", or else confirm ask some funny question one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So were hanging around outside and we spotted this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/Sf8KgLkmwyI/AAAAAAAAARs/OZSS6ZzysSA/s1600-h/kay+poh.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331992031808373538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/Sf8KgLkmwyI/AAAAAAAAARs/OZSS6ZzysSA/s400/kay+poh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; Wee KAY POH!! Hahahaha... Some say we very bad, laugh at people's name but this one... Ai seh, this is classic, man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after that must take temperature. It's damn cute one!! They point this gun thingy at your forehead and shoot. The LCD reader will then display your temperature. Then they gave us 2 stickers - one hot pink SAM one and one green one with the date on it (for the temperature taking).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then finally we went in to walk around at 10.30. They drawings were just splotches of paint, lines and coloured dots lor. Like that we all can draw already la. It's supposedly by this famous artist Wu Guanzhong. We all were like making fun of his splotchy paintings. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ended up just anyhow sketch his paintings. Then we preceeded to another gallery. Also by same artist but this time got 2 nude drawings. The guys damn mean la. Keep poking fun at the nude drawing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the others and me were like," It's just a reason for porn." Hahahaha... True what. What you mean by &lt;em&gt;the human body is a work of art, one of the most complex&lt;/em&gt;?? Bullshit, I tell you. The artist was just horny. Some of them sketched the nude drawing. They were like comparing who drew the boobs the biggest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that went to look at other exhibits. And you know what??!! I left Bane in this dark creepy room by himself. Then when we were preparing to leave the museum, we couldn't find him. We called his phone like 5 times and he did not pick up can!! I was super freaked out. But fortunately, he appeared in the end. Then I returned him his hoodie, 'cus outside no air-con, very hot seh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The entire PID Year 1 decided to take photo outside the museum. But I think I looked fugly. I can't check 'cus I can't sign into Facebook!!! It's screwed up. Anyone got same problems??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Account Unavailable&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your account is temporarily unavailable due to site&lt;br /&gt;maintenance. It should be available again within a few hours. We apologize for&lt;br /&gt;the inconvenience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;It's been like that since yesterday. Sad luhhs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, we were all outside wondering where to go. Everyone started to stick their pink and green stickers on this guy's back pack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/Sf8LE545ETI/AAAAAAAAAR0/WuACoPaGR7o/s1600-h/purple%230298.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331992662716780850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/Sf8LE545ETI/AAAAAAAAAR0/WuACoPaGR7o/s400/purple%230298.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; This one was like only halfway can. We all stick finish already he still didn't know la. Super funny!! Until Hueyling (our lecturer) told him. Muahahahaha... It's was like the whole bag was pasted with pink and green stickers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, we splited up. Other class went to Plaza Sing to eat. The sticker bag guy and couple more friends plus me, Hillary, Jeanette, Ezra, Bane, PH, Fan, EZ, Daniel, Gary and dunno who else went over to Art Friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG, I tell you the things damn expensive can. So never buy anything. Some of us signed up for membership. TDS allows us to have one year of free membership with Art Friends (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, everyone except Hillary, Jeannette, Bane and me left for school, home or other places. 4 of us went to Bugis Junction to eat Pasta Mania. Yums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat and talked about guys and girls, boys' schools, girls' schools, co-ed schools, school uniforms and all the other random crap. Went to Bugis Street so Bane could get his sticker thingy. I bought a mini Domo from Bugis Junction to hang on my bag and a PURPLE smiley badge from Bugis Street. Then went to MRT station. Bane left with his girlfriend (pretty, seh). Jeanette went home, Hillary and me went school. Hillary go submit her MC, then I went studio to do some (one) sketching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that home-d. Tired like crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current favourite photo:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/Sf8NvKTAjnI/AAAAAAAAAR8/C0a0xxblQYA/s1600-h/twist.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331995587699052146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 328px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/Sf8NvKTAjnI/AAAAAAAAAR8/C0a0xxblQYA/s400/twist.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; Took it at Vivo on Friday (: I was leaning on Cheryl but she go look away. I wore the dress darling gave me for my birthday. My earring looks nice!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Ohya, I was planning to get a tongue piercing or something. I think it looks kinda nice. Is it very painful?? Or expensive?? If not, I might seriously consider getting one lar. But after that can work or not?? Later cannot talk how to serve customer?? Just nod or shake head meh??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OMFG!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I just remembered!!! I'm not supposed to be blogging now!! I have to do Hueyling's 1m-by-1m board research. Plus Dennis' individual project which I have not started and it's due on FRIDAY!!! Die die die. I better &lt;em&gt;zhao&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13562034-8263218879022625303?l=lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/feeds/8263218879022625303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13562034&amp;postID=8263218879022625303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/8263218879022625303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/8263218879022625303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/2009/05/singapore-art-museum.html' title='Singapore Art Museum'/><author><name>Crystal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/TG6PXScQj0I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/7-sMXh1chBo/S220/red+hair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/Sf8KgLkmwyI/AAAAAAAAARs/OZSS6ZzysSA/s72-c/kay+poh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13562034.post-2990556888979863608</id><published>2009-04-30T21:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T21:14:57.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have a goal.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Yes, Crystal has a mission:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;From today forth, I, Crystal, will stop swearing and cursing (especially "fuck" and "nabeh"). I promise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;*pauses and thinks deeply*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;To try.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;=.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Eh, I where can so fast quit?? Give me a break lar. I will try very hard de hor. Really. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Really la... Serious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;It doesn't include saying "shit" or mouthing the words or using hand gestures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Slowly la. I not superman can change so fast sia. But I promise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;To try.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Really hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13562034-2990556888979863608?l=lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/feeds/2990556888979863608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13562034&amp;postID=2990556888979863608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/2990556888979863608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/2990556888979863608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-have-goal.html' title='I have a goal.'/><author><name>Crystal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/TG6PXScQj0I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/7-sMXh1chBo/S220/red+hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13562034.post-7569477575344547339</id><published>2009-04-30T00:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T00:15:28.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;This was the day Seahhan, Shihui darlings and me went to watch movie - 17 Again. Zac was cute and hot as per usual but he don't really appeal to me leh. Hahahahas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;For some reason, I think he's just a lil gay.No offence to Zac's fans, but really... I think it's because of High School Musical 1, the scene where he sang "Start of Something New" and did something like a shimmy with his shoulders. Ever since I saw&lt;em&gt; that&lt;/em&gt; shimmy, I'll give a shudder. Man, that's so gay!! Eeeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Anyway, I digressed, we went for Astons before that. Didn't finish 'cus I had Astons like less than a week before. So it's kinda sick, y'know?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;So yea, watched the movie then went to Plaza Singapura 'cus Ladies Late Night Shopping. But half the shops already close la. Had Pasta Mania, but after ordering, suddenly don't feel like eating so never finish. I think hor, I very waste food and money. LOLs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Then after that went toilet. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Camwhore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; inside as per usual:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/Sfh5w49LP2I/AAAAAAAAARc/WbD6N_yFkZY/s1600-h/smiles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330144039822638946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 356px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/Sfh5w49LP2I/AAAAAAAAARc/WbD6N_yFkZY/s400/smiles.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I covered my face in the last picture 'cus I looked &lt;u&gt;FUGLY&lt;/u&gt;. But other than that, I realy liked these photos xD I especially liked the pouting one (the one where I had the twist sign at my mouth). It's super classic. Hahas. Plus the sunglasses lady picture was behind us. So like damn classy like that (: Muacks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;p/s I really need to stop all the vulgarities. Slap me if I don't. I had to proof read this post to remove ALL the "fucks" and "nabehs" can. Arrrghhhh.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13562034-7569477575344547339?l=lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/feeds/7569477575344547339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13562034&amp;postID=7569477575344547339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/7569477575344547339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/7569477575344547339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/2009/04/movie-day.html' title='Movie Day'/><author><name>Crystal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/TG6PXScQj0I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/7-sMXh1chBo/S220/red+hair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/Sfh5w49LP2I/AAAAAAAAARc/WbD6N_yFkZY/s72-c/smiles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13562034.post-8157209062515624330</id><published>2009-04-27T22:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T23:34:27.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sherlene's Birthday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Yesterday was Sherlene's birthday. Happy Birthday, girl!! Seventeen at last. Sweet~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;So Morba decided to celebrate for her. Woots!! Nice of us, right?? (Even though I was only in charge of going. If I'm not wrong, Delon planned it. Nice fella.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Anyways, I already knew about the celebration like before today la. But because I today found out that Dennis' class is cancelled and we ended school at 3pm, I totally forgot about it!! Sorry, girlfriend :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Then around 5.10pm like that, I was online at home, ShiJie suddenly MSN me about it. So I quickly rushed down. You see, I'm such a nice friend (: And thanks to ShiJie for the reminder ah. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I waited damn long for the bus. Wah lau, the traffic damn slow luhhs. I got off at Eunos Link, then was like waiting for Bus 8, but suddenly need to pee. So &lt;em&gt;bo pian&lt;/em&gt;, I went to this huge furniture store there and ask if there's a toilet I could borrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;The guy there was like,"Don't let other people know I let you use ah." 'Cus the toilet was like inside inside one. For the staff to use, got password to enter somemore hor - security. LOLs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Then when we walking out from the inside inside, we made small talk lar. Polite, what. The conversation went something like that:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Guy: Where you going??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Me: School lor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;G: So late?? Night classes ah?? (Though I only have wallet and handphone in my hand can.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;M: No la. My friend birthday. So go back school celebrate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;G: Orhhh. Which school??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;M: TP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;G: What course??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;M: Product and Industrial Design.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;G: Hmm. Design School is block teaching right??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;M: *super surprised* How you know??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;G: I also from TP what. But just graduate liao la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;M: Really?? Why never go for the orientation camp??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;G: Orh, that one ah. They got ask me la, but I don't want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;So &lt;em&gt;qiao&lt;/em&gt; right?? TP also. &lt;em&gt;Zhong&lt;/em&gt; 4D or TOTO also not so &lt;em&gt;zhun&lt;/em&gt; la. Hahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;By that time, we kinda reach the outside already. So I left lor. Or else what?? Then I see the Bus 8 like not coming anytime soon, I &lt;em&gt;jitao&lt;/em&gt; cab already. At that time was 6pm.&lt;img class="gl_italic" alt="Italic" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;OMG, I tell you. The traffic at Eunos Link is super super horrible. The vehicles are totally not moving one can. So &lt;em&gt;pek chek&lt;/em&gt; la.&lt;img class="gl_italic" alt="Italic" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" border="0" /&gt; But the uncle clever sia. He turn into Kaki Bukit (spell correct??) Ave 2. Then circle from behind. So managed to reach school around 6.15pm. xD The ride was around $8 including surcharge. So I think still okay la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;And and and I managed to be there for some photo taking (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/SfXFM4PrqcI/AAAAAAAAARU/R17oMQMkfO4/s1600-h/group+photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329382559110113730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/SfXFM4PrqcI/AAAAAAAAARU/R17oMQMkfO4/s400/group+photo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; I like my hair in this one (: And everyone looks nice. Also very sharp. Must be the super good kind of camera, those only rich people, unlike me, can buy. Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/SfXFMrKB0vI/AAAAAAAAARM/_nx9NO5oEro/s1600-h/alien+pose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329382555596739314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/SfXFMrKB0vI/AAAAAAAAARM/_nx9NO5oEro/s400/alien+pose.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; I don't like my face here. So STOP STARING at it!! And I think PH wanna kiss EZ. That's why EZ's face damn sad. Hahahahaha... I think hor, this picture, everyone abit crazy-looking, yea?? LOL. Love it nonetheless. Shows the excitement right?? My face is damn weird 'cus I keep wanna laugh when Aaron and ShiJie run to join us after pressing the shutter button on their cameras. Super funny lar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;So, we were all like hanging around. Some of them ate the cake (Oreo cheesecake). Too bad I don't take cheesecake (I don't really like cheesecakes leh. The cheese like sticks in your throat one. *shrugs*).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after that took Bus 8 with Bell, Hilary, Alicia, EZ, Aaron, PH, Melvin (design orientation camp chief!!) and this girl (Hilary's friend) whose name I don't know :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Alicia got off at my usual stop at Eunos Link. I followed the rest down to some road in Paya Lebar to take Bus 76. Saw Juliana there!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;PH and EZ damn bad. They totally forgot who she is!! She somemore in our sub-empire and our course (PID!!) de leh, even though is different class. Mean people. Hahahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;EZ, PH and Melvin (Bell kept thinking his name is Matthew. LOLs) took Bus 22, or was it 24?? Aiya, cannot remember. Then at that moment, Bus 76 came right up (: Took it and was talking all the way. Aaron super idiot. Keep aiming me with his mean jokes. &lt;em&gt;Aaron ah, you wait. One day I come slap you hor. Careful ah.&lt;/em&gt; LOL. I think Alicia also wanna slap him. Poor girl, she also &lt;em&gt;kena&lt;/em&gt; by him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Haiya. I'll have to stop here already. Need to go do my sketches. PID damn stressed sia. But super fun!!! Whee~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;p/s you know, I today damn stupid la. Go for 2D FUN class (art class, for those who don't understand), never bring sketchbook AND pencilcase. Stupid or not, you tell me?? Dunno how I forget sia.*shakes head*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13562034-8157209062515624330?l=lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/feeds/8157209062515624330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13562034&amp;postID=8157209062515624330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/8157209062515624330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/8157209062515624330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/2009/04/sherlenes-birthday.html' title='Sherlene&apos;s Birthday.'/><author><name>Crystal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/TG6PXScQj0I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/7-sMXh1chBo/S220/red+hair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/SfXFM4PrqcI/AAAAAAAAARU/R17oMQMkfO4/s72-c/group+photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13562034.post-2207978587620870836</id><published>2009-04-23T00:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T00:24:48.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Hair.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/Se9DLfnASVI/AAAAAAAAARE/TPHOEUqPni8/s1600-h/me+and+darling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327550748945303890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/Se9DLfnASVI/AAAAAAAAARE/TPHOEUqPni8/s400/me+and+darling.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; This is how my hair looks like after one week from the curling. Super loves (: I just wished that it was longer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;But I think I'm going to re-dian the inner layers. 'Cus it's like straightening already. Just the ends curling. Then looks pretty weird leh ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;This time gonna try japanese curl. It's gonna be FOC 'cus the lady boss say it's for fixing it. So yea... FOC, man. Hahahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Anyways, I'm trying to like grow out my hair. Hopefully to mid-waist. Jiayou jiayou, grow faster. Is there any food that I can eat to make my hair grow faster??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;p/s  I have decided to not post about the orientation 'cus the other day I spent 3 hours on it and the whole fucking post disappeared. Nabeh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13562034-2207978587620870836?l=lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/feeds/2207978587620870836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13562034&amp;postID=2207978587620870836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/2207978587620870836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/2207978587620870836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-hair.html' title='My Hair.'/><author><name>Crystal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/TG6PXScQj0I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/7-sMXh1chBo/S220/red+hair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/Se9DLfnASVI/AAAAAAAAARE/TPHOEUqPni8/s72-c/me+and+darling.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13562034.post-6502045795784922986</id><published>2009-04-21T23:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T23:19:00.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy us.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/Se3ivw5xfkI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/-EFaX6gAEPo/s1600-h/crazeee.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327163244458114626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/Se3ivw5xfkI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/-EFaX6gAEPo/s400/crazeee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; A lil blur. But super love, nevertheless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I dunno. I looked at this picture and I felt this damn strong feeling. Super super happy (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Love my friends like hell. This was taken on my birthday lunch with them. They gave me an absolutely lovely present: a bigass box full of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;PURPLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; things. My god. I was estatic, man. Such sweet friends are hard to come by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;And thanks to darlings, for the wonderful dress. I totally love it. I'll find one day and wear it out with you guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I feel very blessed to have such good friends. I hope I can make many more in years to come, especially joining TP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Cheers, everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13562034-6502045795784922986?l=lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/feeds/6502045795784922986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13562034&amp;postID=6502045795784922986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/6502045795784922986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/6502045795784922986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/2009/04/crazy-us.html' title='Crazy us.'/><author><name>Crystal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/TG6PXScQj0I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/7-sMXh1chBo/S220/red+hair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/Se3ivw5xfkI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/-EFaX6gAEPo/s72-c/crazeee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13562034.post-724001072464258054</id><published>2009-04-18T10:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T21:34:09.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to Me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Yes!! I'm finally finally finally SEVENTEEN!! Another year more to legal drinking, access to driving pass, M18 shows and all the other stuff that -let me quote from the government- "legal adults" can do. Cheers, people!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Thanks to all the sweeties out there for all the birthday wishes (: Especially people from Morba, who sang birthday song for me last night. Thanks, man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Thanks darlings for the smses. Love you guys to bits. ARE WE MEETING UP TO HAVE ANOTHER &lt;strong&gt;FULL HOUSE&lt;/strong&gt; GATHERING??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;And a happy belated birthday to Zhengquan. Sorry can't wish you on your birthday 'cus I was in camp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Happy birthday to Sze Hoe to shares the same birthday as me unfortunately. Nah, just kidding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;And happy birthday to all April babies out there xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Just back from camp yesterday. Super tired but had mega loads of fun. Hope we all don't lose contact. MUST MEET UP FOR &lt;em&gt;TEH PENG&lt;/em&gt; EVERY WEEK HOR!! Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I'll post the detailed orientation camp another day. 'Cus I'm damn shagged. And and and I'm going off to meet the SPS buds for lunch!! In a few more hours. So tah-tah!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13562034-724001072464258054?l=lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/feeds/724001072464258054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13562034&amp;postID=724001072464258054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/724001072464258054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/724001072464258054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday to Me.'/><author><name>Crystal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/TG6PXScQj0I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/7-sMXh1chBo/S220/red+hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13562034.post-6453940127508347903</id><published>2009-04-13T00:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T01:27:56.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>(: Happy happy (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Today went to IMM with Mommy and Dad. Changed alot from the last time I went there. Went to Daiso and bought many many things (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Finally bought my metal pencilcase. It's not the one I have in mind and it's rather small. Nevermind. Only $2 nia. Next time find better one then buy. Hahahaha... Also bought alot of Jap snacks!! Muahahaha. After blogging this, I'm going to eat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Then after that went to walk around 'cus my folks wanted to look at the air con thingy. Had Swensen's for dinner!! Super uber nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Oh, we also bought new bedsheets!! In purple colour!! And new pillows(: 'Cus my pillows become flat already. Then not enough support at night. Morning wake up, neck will kena cramp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Tommorow going to &lt;em&gt;dian&lt;/em&gt; my hair!! I've going to get BIG CURLS xD New look for poly. Sick of my straight hair. Some parts look like extensions. Nat thought I had extentions sia. Like I got money to do that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Can't wait for tomorrow, man. Just now Mommy came in and saw that I wasn't sleeping but using my lappy. I kena from her luhs. She say tomorrow have to wake up early 'cus Dad have to send my bro to school first then have breakfast before dropping us off at the hair saloon place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Ohya. I'm helping my Lao Ban Niang set up a blog for her shop (selling clothes). She got a shop but she say wanna generate more income. Got nice pieces. But the blog haven't finish doing up. Still have quite alot of the html thing to do. Plus have to confirm with her what she want to put in her Terms and Conditions. Somemore must find people model the clothes and take pictures. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Haiya. Alot if work hor. See, I so nice. I help her do this FOC okay. Anyways, will post up the blog link when it's done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I shall end here for now 'cus all I can think of is the Jap snacks we bought today at Daiso!! Hahahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13562034-6453940127508347903?l=lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/feeds/6453940127508347903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13562034&amp;postID=6453940127508347903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/6453940127508347903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/6453940127508347903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-happy.html' title='(: Happy happy (:'/><author><name>Crystal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/TG6PXScQj0I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/7-sMXh1chBo/S220/red+hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13562034.post-4767217159104063382</id><published>2009-04-11T23:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T00:37:50.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Handsome Suit.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://jmshop.net/img/080915-7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 202px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 284px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://jmshop.net/img/080915-7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; Pronounced "Haan-sum Suit-t". More emphatise on the "T" at the end. The way Japanese pronounce, you know. Like computer is "kom-pu-ta". LOLs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;OMG. This one of the funniest shows I've EVER watched. It's damn good. I went to watched it with Seahhan and Shihui darlings. Thanks to Shihui darling who caught Confessions of a Shopaholic. Or we would have watched that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;***Warnings. Spoilers ahead.***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I tell you, the Handsome Suit was damn cute. It looks like Casper the Friendly Ghost - fat version. Hahahaha... The part where he hung it out to dry?? LOL-worthy, man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Also there's a part where he forgot to vacumm out the air after changing. So cute!! But I didn't think that the so-called handsome version of him was very good-looking. Just much more good-looking than the fat him only luhs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Digressing, when I was having dinner with darlings today, I mentioned that to me, fat people are ugly, mostly. I mean, it's personal stereotyping right?? I didn't say all ugly people are fat or that all fat people are ugly. It's just that MOST fat people are ugly, no?? A good example is the main actor in this movie. He IS ugly, what.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Haiya. Whatever lar. Shall not argue with you people on this matter. It's not important anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Anyways, back to the movie. Ended up, the fat ugly chick was the chio girl from the starting. Actually, I suspected in the beginning. But then I thought that I was thinking too much so I dismissed that idea. However, when the fat chick mentioned the techical chip that can play songs, my mind snapped back to the idea. And I held on the that idea til the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Then BINGO!! Aha, I told you I was right. My intuition very spot-on de hor. Don't mess with me, man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Actually I pity the fat guy. 'Cus he so fat, he like cannot see his feet like that de leh. Then how he wear shoes?? Rest of his life wear slippers ar??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;OMG, I totally forgot to mention!!. The part where he ran stark naked from the models' changing room!! Everyone (in the movie) screamed and threw clothes at him. When he finally got out of the mess, he was fully dressed. Hahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;He damn lucky luhs. Got free branded clothes to keep, man. Free nevermind, still can fit him somemore. Wahlau, unfair sia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13562034-4767217159104063382?l=lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/feeds/4767217159104063382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13562034&amp;postID=4767217159104063382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/4767217159104063382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/4767217159104063382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/2009/04/hansome-suit.html' title='Handsome Suit.'/><author><name>Crystal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/TG6PXScQj0I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/7-sMXh1chBo/S220/red+hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13562034.post-8456509492562641187</id><published>2009-04-08T18:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T23:12:43.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's over. It's over.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Yes!! My RAD exam is OVER!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;So happy, man. And I think I did okay. Just a couple of minor mistakes at most. But there were times when I could feel my legs or stomach trembling like shit. Especially in the beginning. I was nervous like shit, my palms were sweating like hell lar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Anyway, I woke up around 11plus. Then met Nat for Swensen's!! OMG. Swensen's had the weekday 1 for 1. From 11pm to 2pm. Damn worth it can. Paid like $18.70 only lor. For 2 dishes (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I super heart Swensen's pasta. I'm still craving for it!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I'm having work tomorrow. Sian. 'Cus it's the early shift one. Then must set alarm to wake up. Or else by the time I auto wake up, half my shift over already. Damn &lt;em&gt;jialat&lt;/em&gt; right?? Somemore school starting soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Just now kept doing Quizzes on Facebook. 'Cus super bored. Actually when I open my lappy, I wanted to blog. But got called for dinner. Then when I came back, I forgot about blogging. -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Man, I think I got like short term memory or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Anyway, I think there's something wrong with everyone around me. Everyone is like obsessed with my NON-EXISTENT love life lar. *grumbles* I repeat hor: NON-EXISTENT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Meaning, there's no such thing. Straight to the point: NO Crystal's love life or whatever ridiculous shit ideas you people have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Nat just told me this afternoon,"I can't believe you never have boyfriend before."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;In an accusing tone, no less. Like I'll lie about such thing. I'm an honest person. Mostly. I'm happy being single okay. I'm so loving life. Explanation over. Taxi!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;By the way, I'm like super super broke. I'm left with $5 in my bank account!! How?? I'm dying. Can't survive. I need my pay!! Which is coming in on Friday. But still need to bank in my cheque ): And I don't think it's enough to tide me over for this month. Ahhhh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Poly orientation here soon-ish!! Die. Still have not called up to confirm a few things (i.e. Am I supposed to report 8am or 9am?? What do they mean by smart-casual??)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IMPORTANT&lt;/strong&gt;: When an event dresscode says smart-casual, what on Earth do you wear?? I know what is smart, what is casual. But I dunno what is smart-casual. Does it mean shorts, long pants, jeans, skirts or dresses?? So confusing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;When I was in my dad's car today, I heard a JJ song on the radio but I forgot the title D: I so going to search for it now. It sounded quite nice, even though his voice abit like girl. At first, I thought it was a female singer. Then I thought, why the voice so familiar?? Wait, this sounds like JJ. It is JJ. Hahaha... JJ's voice is the only one a can recognise usually. I dunno why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Blah blah blah. I think this post is quite meaningless. What?? You just wasted 5 minutes reading this?? Oh, so sorry lor. *not sounding sorry at all* *smirks*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13562034-8456509492562641187?l=lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/feeds/8456509492562641187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13562034&amp;postID=8456509492562641187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/8456509492562641187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/8456509492562641187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-over-its-over.html' title='It&apos;s over. It&apos;s over.'/><author><name>Crystal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/TG6PXScQj0I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/7-sMXh1chBo/S220/red+hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13562034.post-1195324318688236648</id><published>2009-04-07T22:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T23:11:08.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying my best not to freak.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Ehmagod. It's finally here. In less than 24 hours, I'll be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;TAKING MY RAD GRADE 6 &lt;strong&gt;EXAMS&lt;/strong&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Ahhhhh... Scared shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;*breathes in* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;*breathes out*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Anyway, thanks for all the encouragement everyone gave me. Really appreciated it (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;So. This morning, Seahhan darling came my house like, around 7.30am. ('Cus she pon school, yet again. She's so going to get it from me.) Then she started to use my lappy. We ate instant noodles (again) and also went to the minimart to buy junkfood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Then I fell asleep while she use my lappy. Until around 1plus pm. I finally woke up, then her turn to sleep and my turn use lappy. Haha... We take turns okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Finally, I managed to wake her up and got up of my house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Met Yanyi darling and went to Cathay's Astons for steak. Yay-ness!! (God, I sound so girly. *shudders*) The manager or whoever there over-friendly lor. Irritating me. Grrr... Wanted to use the fork and poke him, man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;After that, we went down Marina Square to see if I can find my pencilcase. Which I didn't, sadly. Walked around Citylink. Then finally trained back to AMK. Darling bought ice-cream and I went to all the Singtel shops to ask when my Blackberry phone launching. All of them say they don't carry Blackberry phones. Nabeh. Make me walk so long. (Where have ar??)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Sat at CoffeeBean so that darling can finish her ice-cream. Then bused home. My EZ-Link card is like -$1plus can. So pathetic lor. Negative leh.Adult fare is killing me. I hope I can get my poly EZ-Link card soon. Then can get concession.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13562034-1195324318688236648?l=lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/feeds/1195324318688236648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13562034&amp;postID=1195324318688236648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/1195324318688236648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/1195324318688236648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/2009/04/trying-my-best-not-to-freak.html' title='Trying my best not to freak.'/><author><name>Crystal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/TG6PXScQj0I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/7-sMXh1chBo/S220/red+hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13562034.post-5709383302714135881</id><published>2009-04-07T01:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T01:46:32.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's drawing nearer.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;My RAD exam and poly orientation is drawing nearer and nearer by each day. In fact my RAD exam is in less than 48 hours. Arrrgghh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;And my stomach hurts now. Maybe it's because I'm lying on my tummy to type this. Maybe it's because I laughed too hard during work today. Maybe it's because I just had tomyam cup noodles. Maybe it's because I... OK, ENOUGH ALREADY!! What's wrong with me??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Uhhhh... I'm dying here. My stomach's killing me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Oh and on Sunday night, around 12mn, Seahhan darling and Kokheng came to look for me. We ate McDonalds at my void deck while looking through the photos and videos of her Tioman trip. The videos super funny can. &lt;em&gt;What's with the Power Rangers stuff??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Anyways, I'm meeting Yanyi darling tomorrow for Aston's (: Yays for steak. Plus cake. And shopping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;p/s  I must watch my words here from now. 'Cus there are stuff which I should not blurt out here for &lt;em&gt;some people&lt;/em&gt; to read. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13562034-5709383302714135881?l=lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/feeds/5709383302714135881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13562034&amp;postID=5709383302714135881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/5709383302714135881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/5709383302714135881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-drawing-nearer.html' title='It&apos;s drawing nearer.'/><author><name>Crystal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/TG6PXScQj0I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/7-sMXh1chBo/S220/red+hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13562034.post-5554437311872612826</id><published>2009-04-05T22:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T22:41:09.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Super pissed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Twice I tried blogging but the posts disappeared. I dunno where they all went. I'm freakin' pissed. Plus I lost the inspiration to blog, especially the first one that disapppeared was done so nicely with my pictures uploaded and everything. Ahhh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Anyways, I'm back to blog. Or some &lt;em&gt;spammer&lt;/em&gt; say I never blog uh. LOL. Kidding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Arrrggghhh... My Grade 6 RAD exams is in 3 more days. I'm scared shit, man. I 3 years never take RAD exams already leh. How??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Then my stupid stupid poly orientation is on 14th to 17th!! I mean, the orientation is stupid not the poly. First day no need to stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; overnight. But the last 2 nights need. But but but I don't want overnight camp!! Scary shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;And and and my silly silly manager asked me to go poly hook up guys. I was like,"What the fuck?? Go die, man." (Yea, I can talk like that to manager one lor. So cool, right??) And my face was =.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Digressing, got once when I was working around the Christmas season, then we were closing for&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;the day, 3 people walked in to the cafe. Then I poked my manager and whispered,"Eh, that guy in black beanie looks familiar leh." Then you know what he say?? He say,"Your ex-boyfriend." Then starts laughing madly. I was like -_-'''. FYI, the guy in black beanie was some small time calefare actor or something can. Ridiculous shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Anyways, my camp will break on 17th. 18th's my birthday (like finally). Then 20th officially start school already. OMG. I suddenly don't want school to start. 'Cus I'm frightened to death at the idea of starting in a new school. Yes, I am a big scaredy cat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Ehmagod, I just remembered!! I haven't get my pencil case yet?? Like that how to start school. I want to buy metal pencil case. I search at Borders and Artbox already. Don't have one I like. Anyone know where else got sell?? Man, I'm so unprepared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;p/s  RAD stands for Royal Acadamy of Dance. So stop asking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13562034-5554437311872612826?l=lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/feeds/5554437311872612826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13562034&amp;postID=5554437311872612826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/5554437311872612826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/5554437311872612826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/2009/04/super-pissed.html' title='Super pissed'/><author><name>Crystal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/TG6PXScQj0I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/7-sMXh1chBo/S220/red+hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13562034.post-5157625294302038206</id><published>2009-03-20T00:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T02:22:56.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Reluctant Day Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Seahhan darling and Shihui darling called on Wednesday night asking if want to go out on Thursday, go cycling. So I said if you guys wanna cycle, I'll pass. (Since I can't cycle without banging head-first into anything solid.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But end up Cheryl darling cannot make it, so cycling was off. They came to my house instead. Around 12plus. 'Cus Seahhan wanted to do up her Facebook account (like finally she has one) and her computer spoilt. We were planning to go for movies at night. We also cooked instant noodles to eat (we're like forever eating instant noodles, man).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 2 hours plus of crapping, we left the house at 3plus pm. Initially couldn't decide where to go. Then decided to go to Changi Airport to eat Popeye (again) since we have a bloody lot of time to waste (which is like until 9pm).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sat Bus 55 to Bishan, then took MRT. The train journey was freakin' long!! I almost couldn't tolerate. We stood for the entire train journey lah. Then as we passed Paya Lebar station, I suddenly exclaimed,"Shit. We could have taken Bus 76 from my house downstairs to Paya Lebar then take train, right?? Then also no need to cross the stupid overhead bridge." Seahhan and Shihui looked at me with the ._.* expression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A while later we passed Bedok station. And I exclaimed again,"Nabeh. Why I so stupid?? Could have taken Bus 25 to Bedok also and then take MRT. Arrrrghhh..." I could have sworn Seahhan and Shihui wanted to kill me right there and then. But I swear I totally forgot!! Not purposely de right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. We whiled our time away at the airport - eating, window shopping, gossiping, etc. We walked all 3 terminals, just short of the Budget Terminal. But there nothing one anyway. Ohh!! And we saw Juinli, Jiaqi, Hongkiat, Zongqin, Yuhyan and few more others there. Zongqin wanted to shoot me with a water gun or something lar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also ate sundaes at Swensen's. Where we all (mainly me and Shihui) were trying to take artistic pictures. My influence. Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then finally around 8pm, we took Bus 24 all the way back to AMK ('cus we watching the movie at AMK Hub). Ehmagod. The bus ride was &lt;em&gt;really reallly really&lt;/em&gt; long. Like an hour. Sit until my butt fucking pain. Practically numb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to buy tickets for 6 of us. (Kokheng, Yanjie and Jianxiang joined us.) We watched &lt;strong&gt;Coming Soon&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Super super super super&lt;/em&gt; scary. I swear 90% of the time, I covering my eyes. Shihui and me got scream and accidentally banged our heads together once. Ouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there was this fucking inconsiderate AhBeng in front of us. Who made unneccessary comments really loudly for the ENTIRE movie theatre to hear ("Aiyah, not scary one. Blah blah. Boo."). He also talked on his phone loudly ("SYAYONARA. ADIOS."). We were so pissed. I wanted to tell him &lt;em&gt;syayonara adios&lt;/em&gt;. Gawd, how rude can people get??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anyway&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos from Swensen's; by yours truly:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/ScKAT7OF6WI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Eba4vxScnZ8/s1600-h/purple%230217.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314951590053276002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/ScKAT7OF6WI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Eba4vxScnZ8/s400/purple%230217.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;My Domokun pouch xD (I saw alot of Domo stuff in a shop at T2!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/ScKAUODyjII/AAAAAAAAAOk/R2MyATDWgsQ/s1600-h/purple%230219.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314951595110337666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/ScKAUODyjII/AAAAAAAAAOk/R2MyATDWgsQ/s400/purple%230219.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I took a picture of Seahhan's phone when they were camwhoring. I liked the lines on the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/ScKAUYxbdwI/AAAAAAAAAOs/gsP8KcAOBP4/s1600-h/purple%230220.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314951597986117378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/ScKAUYxbdwI/AAAAAAAAAOs/gsP8KcAOBP4/s400/purple%230220.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;This is the jug/bottle they gave us to pour the iced water. Cute, right?? Seahhan almost wanted to bring it home. Too bad none of us brought bags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/ScKBFflYe4I/AAAAAAAAAO0/McMWWce6k4o/s1600-h/purple%230222.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314952441628228482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/ScKBFflYe4I/AAAAAAAAAO0/McMWWce6k4o/s400/purple%230222.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Just a weird view of my glass. There's water inside. But dunno why cannot see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/ScKBFulUBgI/AAAAAAAAAO8/DQAhuBOL5gA/s1600-h/purple%230224.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314952445654468098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/ScKBFulUBgI/AAAAAAAAAO8/DQAhuBOL5gA/s400/purple%230224.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Our sundaes!! Lopsided view again (: Left is Seahhan's and Shihui's banana split. Right is my chocolate sundae. Mmmm... Yummy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/ScKBFu_v-bI/AAAAAAAAAPE/wprw0HMs5ho/s1600-h/purple%230225.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314952445765351858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/ScKBFu_v-bI/AAAAAAAAAPE/wprw0HMs5ho/s400/purple%230225.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Close-up of the cherry and whipped cream on their banana split.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Digressing, Shihui and I tried unsuccessfully to tie cherry knots. OMG. I can't believe I just said/typed that!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/ScKBrC4vrZI/AAAAAAAAAPM/Tj2j9lFy0rU/s1600-h/purple%230226.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314953086759841170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/ScKBrC4vrZI/AAAAAAAAAPM/Tj2j9lFy0rU/s400/purple%230226.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;A random candid shot of them over the top of my sundae. Artsy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/ScKBrpKQgwI/AAAAAAAAAPU/0m0ZwGRvXvY/s1600-h/purple%230227.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314953097033843458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/ScKBrpKQgwI/AAAAAAAAAPU/0m0ZwGRvXvY/s400/purple%230227.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Close-up of cherry on my sundae. Looks super black 'cus mine's coated with chocolate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/ScKBruEXggI/AAAAAAAAAPc/wkLZZ_CkVMo/s1600-h/purple%230231.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314953098351313410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/ScKBruEXggI/AAAAAAAAAPc/wkLZZ_CkVMo/s400/purple%230231.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;AHHH!! Mua favourite shot of the day!! 'Cus the edge of the utensil basket is like super focused (can see the fine details) then the background is blurred. Super uber artsy (: I like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/ScKCYZK-BQI/AAAAAAAAAPk/EatJ60yGIJs/s1600-h/purple%230234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314953865835971842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/ScKCYZK-BQI/AAAAAAAAAPk/EatJ60yGIJs/s400/purple%230234.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;LOL. I took a shot of their legs and shoes under the table. Naughty O.o (Seahhan likes this one 'cus she says her legs looked slim. Not that she has fat legs.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/ScKJjEYy03I/AAAAAAAAAQM/rjCcDW_K5uI/s1600-h/purple%230239.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314961745816769394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/ScKJjEYy03I/AAAAAAAAAQM/rjCcDW_K5uI/s400/purple%230239.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Plus my shoes. Kinda weird picture here. Oh well. *shrugs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/ScKDkzO-hDI/AAAAAAAAAP8/RrdUJQ5ZMIs/s1600-h/purple%230242.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314955178502161458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/ScKDkzO-hDI/AAAAAAAAAP8/RrdUJQ5ZMIs/s400/purple%230242.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I asked Shihui to take a picture of me pretending to take a picture of her. Haha. Sounds complicated. Didn't turn out as nice as expected, but okay though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;That's the lot. There's still other pictures of us. You know, us us. As in, not objects but pictures of us. Arrrgghhh. I'm confusing everyone. Anyhoo, those are with Seahhan or Shihui. Maybe I'll get from them and blog them. Then again, maybe not. Depends on my mood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13562034-5157625294302038206?l=lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/feeds/5157625294302038206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13562034&amp;postID=5157625294302038206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/5157625294302038206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/5157625294302038206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/2009/03/reluctant-day-out.html' title='A Reluctant Day Out'/><author><name>Crystal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/TG6PXScQj0I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/7-sMXh1chBo/S220/red+hair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/ScKAT7OF6WI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Eba4vxScnZ8/s72-c/purple%230217.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13562034.post-727401748051657431</id><published>2009-03-18T02:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T03:08:02.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping... Sort of.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Went out today. With Yanyi darlingg. Actually was supposed to meet around 3plus at Orchard. But she was delayed at school by her her project work. So decided to walk around Bishan first (I took a bus there to take MRT).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Singtel to ask the price of the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;BlackBerry Curve 8900&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!! It costs &lt;strong&gt;S$298&lt;/strong&gt; (with contract/upgrade). Still okay-ish right?? Hmmms. Most probably getting it soon-ish. Mom's sort of okay with that (she might want my F480). Dad ain't disapproving it either xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went to Standard Photos (photo shop at the Basement 1 of J8) to ask if I could take a look at the Finepix Z30. Unfortunately, they don't sell it. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Digressing, did I mention that I wanted to get &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Polaroids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;?? I think it's damn cool, man!! In a old school, vintage kind of way. LOL. I saw one in the stall but it wasn't the one that I was looking for. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then walked the entire place for super uber loooong. So went to sit outside Coffee Bean to read my 8Days. Saw quite a few people (but they didn't see me 'cus I was blocked from view). Saw a couple of dance juniors, Joseph (wearing Big O shirt) and his friend (whom I think notice me &lt;strike&gt;glaring&lt;/strike&gt; looking in their direction) and Xiaomin and her friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. I finish the magazine and finally (thank god) darling finished her stuff so I met her at Orchard MRT around 5plus. We walked to Far East and felt hungry so decided to stop to eat first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first stop was at Gelare. But kind of urrggh. So we decided to go eat at NYDC; at Wheelock (!!!). So we trooped there. Took a look at Pasta Shop's menu... Nah. So we went into NYDC. I was totally,"Big O people see me how?!?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I sat with my back facing them. But darling kept asking me "who's that??" So I kept turning around to look. But they didn't see me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ordered a baked pasta and a baked rice. Super nice. And some fancy, ridiculously overpriced drink. Paid $18.50 each. Laughed, chatted and exchanged stories. Ehmagod, so long never see each other, alot of funny stories to tell sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darling and I wanted cake from Big O - Indecent Obsession!! I tell you, both of us are obsessed with that cake, seriously man!! But no have. In fact, most of the cakes were sold out. We did see the bigass truffle cake in heart shape!! So chio!! Anyway, we were like,"Damn!! No cake."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I looked up and was caught by Sebas!! So I dragged darling away. Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Nike to look at darling's shoebag!! Selling for &lt;strong&gt;$19.90&lt;/strong&gt; only!! I also want!! For what?? Dunno...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then decided to make our way back to Far East. I was all,"Shit. Have to walk past Big O again." This time was caught again. By AhQi. -.- I did wave to her though. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on the way up the escalator at the overhead bridge to Far East, I saw my ballet friend. So long never see her. Forgot her name, &lt;em&gt;paiseh&lt;/em&gt;. I thought,"Wah... Today keep seeing alot of people I know."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to walk around. Saw a couple of stuff I like. But too ex. &lt;em&gt;Bo lui&lt;/em&gt; already. Sad luhs ): And darling kept dragging me away from seeing earrings. Haha... Think I'm going crazy over them. Got like 9 new pairs recently(!!!)... All those dangly kind. Fun what!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ended up at Gelare again. Initially couldn't decide what to eat, but in the end ordered waffle with double scoop ice cream to share xD Got half price today (Tuesday, what). Gelare waffles share better. 'Cus I never finish when I have my own. Too rich and too sweet. Even when I finish my share today, I feel kinda sick. Maybe it's because I still haven't fully recover??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, here are some artsy photos taken in Gelare (haha... both of us love photography). Photos by yours truly:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/Sb_x5zTb0gI/AAAAAAAAAOU/WMaWwO9JpHE/s1600-h/purple%230209.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314232060647035394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/Sb_x5zTb0gI/AAAAAAAAAOU/WMaWwO9JpHE/s400/purple%230209.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;This was when we were waiting for the waffles. Forks and knifes neatly placed. Forks looked kinda weird here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/Sb_xsDW7pOI/AAAAAAAAAOM/Y3yUcV0dLHI/s1600-h/purple%230210.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314231824438502626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/Sb_xsDW7pOI/AAAAAAAAAOM/Y3yUcV0dLHI/s400/purple%230210.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;From another angle. So end up can't see the knifes properly. But got quite a good view of the forks (which was what I liked).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/Sb_xb26glvI/AAAAAAAAAOE/GbgLttd1PF8/s1600-h/purple%230213.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314231546220156658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 395px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 296px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/Sb_xb26glvI/AAAAAAAAAOE/GbgLttd1PF8/s400/purple%230213.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;This was after we finished the waffles. So I randomly took another picture. LOL. This one quite meaningless, no??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Finally bused home around 9plus going 10. Super beat. Aching all over. Throat hurts even more. How am I going to work tomorrow?!?! Nabeh. Stupid waffles. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;*Shakes head* I'm going mad again. xD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Die die. Cannot tahan already. I'm super tired. After I post this, I'm going to bed. Nights (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13562034-727401748051657431?l=lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/feeds/727401748051657431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13562034&amp;postID=727401748051657431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/727401748051657431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/727401748051657431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/2009/03/shopping-sort-of.html' title='Shopping... Sort of.'/><author><name>Crystal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/TG6PXScQj0I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/7-sMXh1chBo/S220/red+hair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/Sb_x5zTb0gI/AAAAAAAAAOU/WMaWwO9JpHE/s72-c/purple%230209.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13562034.post-1782465191532421158</id><published>2009-03-16T20:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T21:21:37.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'>artsy photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/Sb5NX2t49iI/AAAAAAAAANA/92OVmMLE8z8/s1600-h/purple%230199.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313769682564085282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/Sb5NX2t49iI/AAAAAAAAANA/92OVmMLE8z8/s400/purple%230199.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Just a random artsy photo. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I was at Pepper Lunch by myself last week and I started doodling on the back of my receipt. Liked it so much that I decided to take a picture of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Super heart &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;SEPIA&lt;/span&gt; photos!! They are so artsy-fartsy!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Here's another 2 from the night I went seesha. I swear I didn't try hor. You people stop accusing me already can. *Grumbles* I from innocent let you all say until become guilty already la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/Sb5QOksrAuI/AAAAAAAAANQ/5iMbbVwPmTY/s1600-h/purple%230179.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313772821643199202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/Sb5QOksrAuI/AAAAAAAAANQ/5iMbbVwPmTY/s400/purple%230179.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;This is my favourite shot of the night. Super uber artistic can xD (Disclaimer: The ciggers and lighter not mine okay. See the wallet; not mine. And that's not a book, it's the menu.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;                                         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/Sb5P7IltXVI/AAAAAAAAANI/WFfqAi858OA/s1600-h/purple%230177.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313772487680286034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/Sb5P7IltXVI/AAAAAAAAANI/WFfqAi858OA/s400/purple%230177.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I know lopsided la. But it's on purpose de what. Nicer this way - as though the water has no reaction to gravity like that. LOL, I sound so... Knowledgable. Hahaha... (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13562034-1782465191532421158?l=lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/feeds/1782465191532421158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13562034&amp;postID=1782465191532421158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/1782465191532421158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/1782465191532421158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/2009/03/artsy-photos.html' title='artsy photos'/><author><name>Crystal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/TG6PXScQj0I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/7-sMXh1chBo/S220/red+hair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/Sb5NX2t49iI/AAAAAAAAANA/92OVmMLE8z8/s72-c/purple%230199.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13562034.post-3875010874848789947</id><published>2009-03-16T16:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T17:03:19.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Gadgets</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Ehmagod. I've recently gone crazy over gadgets. Does that mean I'm becoming a tech-geek?? *Horrified* I seriously hope not.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was at the IT show the other day, I walked past the Fujifilm booth. And I became bloody intrigued by the Finepix Z30 in the &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;super gorgeous purple&lt;/span&gt;!! Ahhhh... I want it!! The best thing?? It costs $299!! I'm so gonna get it. Even though I don't have $300 on me, I'm going to save. How long can it take for me to save $300?? Muahahahahaha....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait there's more...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of last month, I've been obsessed over BlackBerry smartphones, but I have no idea what's good about it. So, I just went to research about them. And I fell in love with the BlackBerry Curve 8900!! Super cool... Awww. Even though the camera is only 3.2 megapixels, which is not as good as my F480 (5megapixels, but lags like hell), it's okay. Why??&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Because I'll get my &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Fujifilm Finepix Z30&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt; Wahahaha... Smart move. xD&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The BlackBerry Curve 8900 comes in a beautiful sleek &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;black&lt;/span&gt; design. But but but, I'll probably get some sort of &lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;purple&lt;/span&gt; cover thingy... I was thinking GMask?? Or &lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;purple&lt;/span&gt; rhinestones?? Rhinestones would probably fall off, right?? Plus they will snag on stuff (e.g. hair, loose threads, etc) Oh well, better to decide &lt;strong&gt;AFTER&lt;/strong&gt; I get the phone. LOL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13562034-3875010874848789947?l=lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/feeds/3875010874848789947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13562034&amp;postID=3875010874848789947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/3875010874848789947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/3875010874848789947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-gadgets.html' title='New Gadgets'/><author><name>Crystal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/TG6PXScQj0I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/7-sMXh1chBo/S220/red+hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13562034.post-3832693755492653555</id><published>2009-03-14T00:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T01:41:02.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Laptop!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;My dad finally got me a laptop!! Not just any old one. But the Fujitsu L1010 in &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;PURPLE&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://images.enet.com.cn/2008/1010/57/6249924.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Muahahahaha... Pretty, right?? (I stuck an Eeyore sticker next to the cursor control thingy. Sweet~)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I've just got it today at the IT show in Suntec. OMG. It was super super crowded. Actually I was eying the &lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;PURPLE&lt;/span&gt; Sony Vaio CS. The purple is kinda deep yet bright kind. It's like super uber chio. The price also quite alright. Only Problem?? It weighs 2.6kg without the battery pack!! Madness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;This L1010 weighs 2.4kg with the battery pack. Somemore cost S$1588 plus freebies (mouse, notebook wrap, wireless headset, free upgrade to 3GB RAM and a speaker). Good bargain, no??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Anyway, I was thinking that the people working at the booths were pretty good looking, both the guys and girls. Man, the girls look like they just step out of some fashion magazine or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Oh, and I saw a very irritating yet somewhat funny thing:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I was walking past the Epson booth and there was this man yelling into the mike.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;"...Our competitor have the girls at their booths wearing mini skirts and lowcut&lt;br /&gt;hor. All aiming your husbands/boyfriends. Then you ask them about the product&lt;br /&gt;leh?? They say "Bagus ah!!" End up you buy the wrong thing home... I don't dare&lt;br /&gt;name names ah. Later their laywers standing among you all, waiting for me to&lt;br /&gt;make mistake..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;You tell me, irritating or not?? If your product(s) good, people will automatically come to you. No need to downgrade other brands. This only shows how insecure you are about your own products.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I was so mad (and amused my the contents of his sales tactics), I wanted to reach up, yank the mike outta his hands and push him off the table he was standing on. However, I was in a hurry to pee, so I gave up the chance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;*Yawn* Ehmagod. Now like already 1.30am. Better go and catch some sleep. Tomorrow morning got work at 7.30... Need to get up around 6am!! *Gasp*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Lotsa love, nights (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;p/s I'm using the new laptop to type this post xD and edit my blogskin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13562034-3832693755492653555?l=lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/feeds/3832693755492653555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13562034&amp;postID=3832693755492653555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/3832693755492653555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/3832693755492653555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/2009/03/laptop.html' title='Laptop!!'/><author><name>Crystal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/TG6PXScQj0I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/7-sMXh1chBo/S220/red+hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13562034.post-2898104587647863760</id><published>2009-03-13T03:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T03:39:39.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Blogskin</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I've come out from the dark, emo-ish side. Thus a light coloured blogskin. (:  Still purple-ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely love my banner. Hahaha... I search my entire computer database for photos and shamelessly &lt;strike&gt;ripped&lt;/strike&gt; got some from darling's blog. Then I went to crop all their faces away xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually the original banner was this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 557px; HEIGHT: 229px" height="263" src="http://img507.imageshack.us/img507/3566/bw0kensmilexvm9.png" width="581" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Super cute right?? But I don't want other pictures. 'Cus MY blog afterall what. So MY picture. Muahahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;There's only ONE problem. Everytime I change font to bold. The words turn red. And I can't find the html to change it to black. How?? Can anyone help??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13562034-2898104587647863760?l=lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/feeds/2898104587647863760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13562034&amp;postID=2898104587647863760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/2898104587647863760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/2898104587647863760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-blogskin.html' title='New Blogskin'/><author><name>Crystal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/TG6PXScQj0I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/7-sMXh1chBo/S220/red+hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13562034.post-4642896948737671076</id><published>2009-03-09T22:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T04:39:28.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to be independent.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I &lt;em&gt;really really really&lt;/em&gt; want to be independent. As in, not financially. More of spiritually(???). Okay, I have toatally no idea how to put it in words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I've recently realised about myself: I'm totally dependent on music and dance to get on with life. I know, dance and/or music can make up a big part of our lives, but I feel that it's taking over me already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt truely happy and relaxed when I am preparing for my Grade 6 ballet examinations. I couldn't feel my aching muscles or my stupid worries (such as the upcoming poly orientation. Yes, I'm frightened to shit thinking about it) when I was dancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even when I'm writing out the chords on my new music scores, I could hardly be frustrated. In fact, I was glad that I could use my energy to figure something useful, instead of letting my wander to other depressing stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music is also what I use to escape my parents' nagging/chiding. After my mom or dad give me their shit, I usually vent it over songs at the piano or pop my ear buds in and have a go through my mp3. Either these or I go to my room and look through my dance stuff - old programme sheets, leotards and upcoming dance performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm relying too much on them. I totally owe them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this is normal, ain't it?? Although I want to stop relying on music and dance to get on with life, I still can't tear myself away. I guess nobody can. However, I was hoping to have something else to rant to (other than this blog), to vent my frustration and anger on or to simply voice my geeky/dorky insecurities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To hell with councellors. I've never had one, but hey, I ain't that good with old people (e.g. older adults). I don't need shit advice, nor do I need a listening ear. Fuck, I have no idea what I want, man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, enough of all this depressing thoughts. It's like emotional/spiritual/psychological/whatever suicide. Arrrgggghh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had fun over the weekends. Speaking of which, Fridays. Ehmagod. It was crazy. For the past two Fridays, I have been meeting up with Seahhan darling and that mad bunch of people. (I really need to get insurance.) *shakes head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They brought us to places in the middle of the night to TALK!! What kind of straight guys sit in dark &lt;em&gt;ulu&lt;/em&gt; places (i.e. Kallang Bridge; Lower Peirce Reservoir; someone's house) to talk?! Well, them lor. They ain't gay for sure, I think. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first Friday, I reached home at 4am after supper/breakfast at Jalan Kayu and the excursion to all the above mentioned places. Lucky my parents were asleep. They thought I was home around 2am. Phew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second Friday wasn't so lucky. I experienced a minor accident first-hand (no injuries). My friend's car accidentally hit another car. We wanted to settle it amiably. But the other car's owner (a couple) was super no life and damn &lt;em&gt;guai lan&lt;/em&gt;. They said we were playing on the road and called up police (who didn't come down. Why should they?? No lives in potential danger.) Plus the guy (driver) had been drinking. My friend could smell a pungent whiff of alcohol off him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway after that headed back to our friend's place. Had a lil drinking session. No drunk xD I reached home at 5am. Hailing a cab was damn difficult. My mom insisted on waiting for me to get home. Die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad thought it was 4am, but I didn't bother to correct him. Then he expressly forbid me to attend my (ex-)class BBQ, which I told him I was going anyhow. He said he'll lock me out of the house, which he didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. I attended the BBQ. I didn't eat. Nor did I pay. And I was falsely accused by my (ex-)classmates. When I reached there, the first thing someone said to me was something about me going clubbing or whatever. I was like,"What?! I never!! Really..." Cus they're all giving me disbelieving looks. Right in front of Ms Choi!! Nabeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent most of my time playing Philip's piano. We (me, Zhengquan and Philip's sis and bro) watched Happily Ever After (directed by Jack Neo; shown on OKTO). Zhengquan actually followed the entire cheesy/cliche series. Dear lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zhengquan use Philip's guitar to duet with me. Super fun. I tell him what chord to play and he managed to memorise them on the spot. Wow, I'm impressed. Then Lijia ask me why I wasn't a guy. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky Zhengquan was there to remind me of the last train, or I'll have to cab home again. And I had not much money. Philip walked us to the MRT station. So we trained down together. I got off at Ang Mo Kio. He lives in Bishan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went McDonald's to buy food home. Reached home just before 12 midnight (: You see, I can be a good kid. Wait, scratch that: &lt;em&gt;I am&lt;/em&gt; a good kid. I told you guys so. You all just don't believe me. I can't see why. What you mean by I don't look/act like one?? I totally do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I refuse to believe you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'll stop this corny dramatic whatever-shit-I-am-doing-now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13562034-4642896948737671076?l=lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/feeds/4642896948737671076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13562034&amp;postID=4642896948737671076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/4642896948737671076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/4642896948737671076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-want-to-be-independent.html' title='I want to be independent.'/><author><name>Crystal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/TG6PXScQj0I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/7-sMXh1chBo/S220/red+hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13562034.post-9162582093682323761</id><published>2009-03-04T23:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T23:59:11.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'>god damn it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I'm totally fed up. I swear to god, I really have to let go all of this steam today or I'll blow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;First things first. If you do not want me to know something, zip it. And keep it that way. Do not, I say DO NOT, drop it on me suddenly like a bomb. The thing about bombs?? They explode. I might not be able to take it. I might look like it didn't affect me but I'm just swallowing whole. One day, I'll be the one blowing into pieces. Right into your freakin' faces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Secondly, to all those practically-non-existent people out there: stop saying you are fat or whatever. And when you order food, stop moaning about how much fat it contains. You are already very skinny, so stop it. It's irritating the shit outta me. I'm skinny, and I know I am. So I don't say I'm fat. I only say I FEEL fat/bloated/full/whatever after a super large meal. Then I'd say I feel like a bloody pumpkin. (I don't know why I say pumpkin, okay. I just like pumpkins because of Halloween. And hell no, I don't eat pumpkins.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Thirdly, when you have a problem and you come to me, don't expect me to wave my magic wand and give you THE perfect solution. Why?? Because I don't have a magic wand, nor do I have THE perfect solution to your problems, alright?? The most I can do is listen to you, sympatise with you and give you general vague advice (especially if I'm not very experience in your problematic department). Oh, and curse the living hell out of the person who landed you in that state. Repeat: I'm not your fairy godmother and you are not Cinderella. Period.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Speaking of which and digressing, I'm PMS-ing. That explains my foul mood. Watch out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Fourthly, I don't like it when you think too highly of yourself. It irks me. Actually It's okay if you wanna think highly of yourself. Everyone does. But don't take your expectations and shove them up my ass. It feels as great as having a soiled baby diaper in your face. I set my own expectations and I'm happy with them. If I'm not, I'll change them, definately not according to you. Then again, I don't say anything, I swallow it whole. (At this rate, I swear one day, I'll blow.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Lastly, I do not fucking smoke. What makes you think I'm smoking?? I am not. A, it stinks really bad. B, have you seen the pictures on the package?? It makes me feel like puking. End of discussion. By the way, I do not know what kind of screwed up idea of me you guys have. Dish it out, man. I so did not go clubbing/pubbing/drinking/whatever that night. &lt;em&gt;Selina&lt;/em&gt;, I make you tell me. &lt;em&gt;Elvina and Nat&lt;/em&gt;, don't think you all can run away either. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;*** The above sections are all referring to different people, I swear. (To Selina, Elvina and Nat) Don't worry, the first four aren't for you. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13562034-9162582093682323761?l=lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/feeds/9162582093682323761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13562034&amp;postID=9162582093682323761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/9162582093682323761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/9162582093682323761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/2009/03/god-damn-it.html' title='god damn it.'/><author><name>Crystal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/TG6PXScQj0I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/7-sMXh1chBo/S220/red+hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13562034.post-4112231657964224838</id><published>2009-02-09T03:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T04:17:47.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dum da la dum...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I'm &lt;em&gt;really really really&lt;/em&gt; bored!! No work for this week, 'cus I was not allocated any shifts ): And There's no one to go out with me. Everyone, I do mean all my girlfriends, are schooling like shit. Seahhan and Shihui is doing Secondary 5. Yanyi is busy with ITE. Cheryl and An Na has started JC. So here's poor lonely little me, stranded alone outside. Nabeh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;And my transport fare just jacked up to adult fare can?? Super fucked up. Apparently, I can't get concession until I obtained my Poly EZ-link card. That's ain't til April, honey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Arrrrrggghhh... This sucks lor. I'm almost broke,'cus I haven't had my pay yet; alone with nobody to accompany me to shop; and sleeping like a pig everyday. I figured that since I'm not going anywhere, I might as well stay in bed, right?? Yeah!! Usually I stay in bed til someone calls me up for something, usually Seahhan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I remembered on Monday, I was sleeping when Seahhan called up, asking me if I wanted to go out with her and Shihui. Then 'cus my windows were drawn , I thought it was like 10am or something. So I was totally,"Eh?? Where are you?? You never go school ar??"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Seahhan replied in a very confused voice,"What are you talking about?? I now in school. I going to have remedial soon."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I, also kena confused, asked,"What time is it now??"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;So actually, it was already like 1.50pm. OMG!! I was damn screwed up la. LOL. 3 of us went for lunch and bought Cheryl's present xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Then on Tuesday, Cheryl called up and asked me to go out with her after her school. We had Pepper Lunch!! (I'm craving for it again.) Then went to walk around AMK. I spent like $50 that day la. $10 on food. $25 on cosmetics from Watson. $15 on a new top. After that go home, 'cus I need to restrain myself from spending more, and Cheryl needs to get her bloody homework done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Ehmagod. This is terrible ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13562034-4112231657964224838?l=lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/feeds/4112231657964224838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13562034&amp;postID=4112231657964224838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/4112231657964224838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/4112231657964224838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/2009/02/dum-da-la-dum.html' title='Dum da la dum...'/><author><name>Crystal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/TG6PXScQj0I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/7-sMXh1chBo/S220/red+hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13562034.post-6678020079571971977</id><published>2009-02-08T02:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T02:36:22.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blisters Forming!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I'm like fucking tired la... Danced for &lt;strong&gt;4 hours&lt;/strong&gt; straight. Still must smile can!! I went for non-syllabus plus Grade 6... Lucky non-syllabus class this week was not pointe week, though I kinda wanna do pointe work :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Then we learnt new Character work. After class, I could feel blisters forming on my toes. Pain like hell. They have not fully formed yet... But can feel them already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Somemore, I went for Korean cuisine before class, and ate like a pig. 'Cus the food was super nice xD... Ended up feeling like a hippopotamus when I danced. By the way, the Korean restaurant's address is 222 East Coast Road. I want to go back again!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;So now, I try not to wear covered shoes, except for work and dancing... I'll like stick to slippers. I can even feel the pain when I wear my black flats lor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Speaking of which, I wanna buy new shoes for work... I don't want wear my Nikes anymore. The shoes I want is like the ones selling in Topshop - the canvas ones (I know got grey, black, white). But obviously I'm not going to Topshop to buy. Siao ar... Buy so expensive shoes go work, then get it dirtied. Not worth it, man. I'll go buy from other place... I've seen it before, but can't remember where. I want black or grey one. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13562034-6678020079571971977?l=lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/feeds/6678020079571971977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13562034&amp;postID=6678020079571971977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/6678020079571971977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/6678020079571971977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/2009/02/blisters-forming.html' title='Blisters Forming!!'/><author><name>Crystal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/TG6PXScQj0I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/7-sMXh1chBo/S220/red+hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13562034.post-5680425477309005583</id><published>2009-02-03T01:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T02:39:58.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crystal is bored and boh liao.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Seriously la... There's like nothing to do can?? Now I know what it's like to have an endless holiday. And I don't like it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I want to learn to drive and own a car!! I want a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;bright red&lt;/span&gt; jeep xD If I was not born in Singapore, I probably would have gotten my driving pass by now. But hey, I ain't complaining; Singapore's not that bad afterall...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Singaporeans are the fastest walkers in the world. In a study of 32 cities conducted by a Brit psychologist, Singaporeans took only 10.55 seconds to walk 18 metres, which surprising placed us ahead of New Yorkers (ranked 8th) and Tokyoites (19th).&lt;/strong&gt; -adapted from 8Days magazine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;However...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We walk fast but eat slow?? According to a breakfast study conducted by the Meridien hotel group, Singaporean travellers are the slowest hotel breakfast eaters. The fastest are, in decending order, the Chinese, Indians and Hongkongers, who finish their breakfast in 15 to 30 minutes, as opposed to Singaporeans who take 30 to 60 minutes.&lt;/strong&gt; -adapted from 8Days magazine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Hey (in defense), why eat so fast?? Can lead to indigestion leh... We must take our time to eat... Chat in between... The brain needs time to send signals to the stomach to know that it's full... That's why they say fast eaters have higher chances of getting fat (doesn't apply to me and Seahhan. LOL)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Some other facts (all found in this week's issue of 8Days):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Cockroaches can run up to 3 miles (that's about 4.83 km) in an hour. Wow. And eww. Humans can never outrun them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;2 Lancome mascaras are sold every 30 seconds in Asia. Phew, just think of all the mascaras flying off the shelves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;There are such thing like  right-angle heel socks. Apparently, our regular socks are manufactured with a 120-degree angle. The purpose of right-angle heels socks are so that they won't slip off (???). But regular socks are more efficient to produce, because it doesn't have to be knitted in two parts like the right-angle heel socks. Facinating and totally useless to our generation that wear ankle socks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Top 3 places for a quickie, according to The Times of India, are the lift, cinema and the back of a nightclub. I might kinda get the cinema one but lifts and nightclubs?? Hello, there are kaypo people (Singaporeans) watching. Wait, this &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; according to The Times of India.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13562034-5680425477309005583?l=lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/feeds/5680425477309005583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13562034&amp;postID=5680425477309005583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/5680425477309005583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/5680425477309005583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/2009/02/crystal-is-bored-and-boh-liao.html' title='Crystal is bored and boh liao.'/><author><name>Crystal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/TG6PXScQj0I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/7-sMXh1chBo/S220/red+hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13562034.post-2673676861796484577</id><published>2009-01-30T21:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T22:33:31.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Posting results Out!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;This morning, when I was sleeping soundly (like always), I was rudely interrupted by an SMS. Grumbling to myself, I peered blearily at the screen: I have been posted to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PRODUCT AND INDUSTRIAL DESIGN (TEMASEK POLYTECHNIC)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Ehmagod!! Then I went back to sleep, too tired to get up and tell my mom... -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;That was fifth choice actually... But it's okay, I don't really feel bad about it *shrugs* Though I was kinda a little disappointed that I didn't at least get into &lt;strong&gt;Retail and Hospitality Design&lt;/strong&gt;. Oh well. So now I am waiting for the... *pauses to think* enrolment package to be sent to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;JC people (like Cheryl who got into NYJC) starts school on 2nd February (which is like Monday!! So soon. Too soon!!) . So sad... No one is left to go shopping with me!!! ): ): ): This is damn sad larhh, really can. How can like that de?? Then what about me?? Who's gonna accompany me?? No fair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Bought new headphones today xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Tomorrow gonna work full shift, taking over Cheryl's and Zen's shifts. Oh well, I had no plans anyway. Ballet is cancelled today and tomorrow due to Chingay... Bloody GAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13562034-2673676861796484577?l=lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/feeds/2673676861796484577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13562034&amp;postID=2673676861796484577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/2673676861796484577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/2673676861796484577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/2009/01/posting-results-out.html' title='Posting results Out!!'/><author><name>Crystal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/TG6PXScQj0I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/7-sMXh1chBo/S220/red+hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13562034.post-1017825644948754403</id><published>2009-01-27T00:00:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T00:30:45.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gummy Bears craze xD</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I randomly did a picture search on &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... And here are my favourites... Enjoy(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/SX3e6W078oI/AAAAAAAAAKI/gDSJ0t0DuEA/s1600-h/gummy+bear+family.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295633830998962818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/SX3e6W078oI/AAAAAAAAAKI/gDSJ0t0DuEA/s400/gummy+bear+family.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/SX3e1uV3s8I/AAAAAAAAAKA/yd0jUiSKJPQ/s1600-h/gummy+bear+circle.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295633751411766210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/SX3e1uV3s8I/AAAAAAAAAKA/yd0jUiSKJPQ/s400/gummy+bear+circle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt; I chose this two pictures 'cus there's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;purple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ones xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/SX3eufhCgOI/AAAAAAAAAJw/GboH0Gvh_m4/s1600-h/frankensteined+gummy+bears.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295633627172995298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/SX3eufhCgOI/AAAAAAAAAJw/GboH0Gvh_m4/s400/frankensteined+gummy+bears.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt; This one I found interesting: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Frankenstein-ed Gummy Bears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;... LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295637593377850194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/SX3iVWx9w1I/AAAAAAAAAKg/116iMjNkrE8/s400/pooh+gummy+bear.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Look!! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;W&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;n&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;i&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; t&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;e &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;o&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;h &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;u&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is resting under a (broccoli) tree...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295634053667594706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 284px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/SX3fHUVRodI/AAAAAAAAAKY/SUu--CY3y6I/s400/purple+gummy+bears.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This one is my favourite of all. It's obvious, ain't it?? 'Cus it's all &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;purple&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Actually, it wasn't all &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;purple&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, it was &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt;... But I changed the colour scheme so it became &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;purple&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I wanna know where can I get &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;purple gummy bears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;... I can't seem to find them at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Actually there are quite alot of other interesting ones... Like gummy bear crime scene where There's a gummy bear lying down with a knife and gummy blood. Or there's one which has the gummy in a nurse outfit. And there's a gummy voodoo which has the gummy... *pauses* &lt;em&gt;You get the&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;idea.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love Gummy Bears (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13562034-1017825644948754403?l=lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/feeds/1017825644948754403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13562034&amp;postID=1017825644948754403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/1017825644948754403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/1017825644948754403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/2009/01/gummy-bears-craze-xd.html' title='Gummy Bears craze xD'/><author><name>Crystal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/TG6PXScQj0I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/7-sMXh1chBo/S220/red+hair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/SX3e6W078oI/AAAAAAAAAKI/gDSJ0t0DuEA/s72-c/gummy+bear+family.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13562034.post-1291257723691033524</id><published>2009-01-25T01:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T23:49:57.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eve of Lunar New Year's Eve</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Helped mom around the house today... Then finally able to make it out of the house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Met Seahhan, Tiffany and her (Tiffany's) cousin... Went to bugis to walk. Couldn't find what I wanted... I'm currently looking for baby doll tops... (Don't want too expensive... Going broke soon.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Then after that me and Seahhan went to Heeren to get James' present... After that went to Centerpoint McDonalds' to eat... Ate damn lot, was super hungry...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;After eating and gossiping, we went to paragon to find Kokheng, Jianxiang, Ivan and one-more-guy-but-dunno-the-name. Watched them eat at &lt;em&gt;Din Tai Fung&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Walked to Wisma's Topman so that Kokheng can exchange his boxers for the correct size. LOL. (Where got people buy own underwear wrong size de??) Then Tiffany and Yuwen came join us. I suggested going to Big O for dessert... So the 8 of us went there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;One of the guys went to Borders, so the rest of us sat inside. The dunno-whats-his-name ordered cheesecake, I ordered a mudpie for us girls to share... We also end up cannot finish it... Too sweet for us, I think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Speaking of which, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'M FUCKING PISSED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!! Told them (read: my &lt;em&gt;dear&lt;/em&gt; colleagues) not to say things in front of friends they still say. I have reasons for no letting them know can. I don't want them to anyhow mistaken the things they hear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Any other time when my friends are not around is OK la... 'Cus I know is joking de... But I &lt;strong&gt;specifically&lt;/strong&gt; stated that NOT to say things when my friends are there. Did they listen?? NO!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Then they had to influence newbie Michael the same thing. The thing is, he doesn't know how &lt;em&gt;bu shang&lt;/em&gt; I can get. So now, I'm freakin' pissed at the entire bunch of them. Nabeh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13562034-1291257723691033524?l=lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/feeds/1291257723691033524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13562034&amp;postID=1291257723691033524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/1291257723691033524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/1291257723691033524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/2009/01/eve-of-luna-new-years-eve.html' title='Eve of Lunar New Year&apos;s Eve'/><author><name>Crystal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/TG6PXScQj0I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/7-sMXh1chBo/S220/red+hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13562034.post-6841712090748967599</id><published>2009-01-20T01:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T01:48:00.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Onscreen Couples</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Ehmagod!! I just went to rewatch a few episodes of &lt;em&gt;Devil Beside You&lt;/em&gt;. Mike He is damn hot, man xD And Rainie is soooo cute (: They are so compatible, like have alot of &lt;em&gt;mo qi&lt;/em&gt;, you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;So do Ariel and Joe. So cute, 2 of them in &lt;em&gt;It Started With A Kiss&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;They Kiss Again&lt;/em&gt;... Ariel is freakin' pretty and her voice is like super nice larh.. But initially, I didn't really like Joe :/ I dunno why... But after watching &lt;em&gt;ISWAK&lt;/em&gt;, I thought that he's not bad afterall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Rainie and Mike, and Ariel and Joe are like my favourite onscreen couples (: (: (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Then also got Genie and Xiao Gui. They never act opposite each other, but they sang &lt;em&gt;Ai De Zhu Xuan Lu&lt;/em&gt; and they looked so good together as a couple. That time they sang live on &lt;em&gt;Yu Le Bai Fen Bai&lt;/em&gt;, Xiao Gui damn cute... So easy shy... LOL xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;And I sort of like watching Wu Chun and Ella together (in &lt;em&gt;Hana Kimi&lt;/em&gt;). Even though I don't like Wu Chun. 'Cus in my opinion, he can't act nor can he sing... He's just a pretty boy *shrugs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13562034-6841712090748967599?l=lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/feeds/6841712090748967599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13562034&amp;postID=6841712090748967599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/6841712090748967599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/6841712090748967599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/2009/01/onscreen-couples.html' title='Onscreen Couples'/><author><name>Crystal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/TG6PXScQj0I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/7-sMXh1chBo/S220/red+hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13562034.post-7526406828721335925</id><published>2009-01-19T22:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T22:56:38.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Popeye-d again!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Met Cheryl after her work with Waikin. She takes a bloody long time in the toilet can?? Damn it... LOL. I kept hurrying her lor, she still so slow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She &lt;em&gt;jio&lt;/em&gt; us come out, say want to go Geylang. Siao one. This kind of place go for what. She say want to go there see see... See what?? There only got hookers right?? I admit that I time I went before lah... But that place really has this bad aura (???) which really creeps me out. So I refused to let her go there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ended up 3 of us went to Changi Airport Terminal 1 to eat Popeye!! I bought food, but didn't touch the food at all... 'Cus suddenly lost appetite ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talked and laughed there... Cheryl keeps bringing up about Keefe... And how cute he is(yikes!!)... But major &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;EWWWWW&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;... His pants are like fucking high can?? (Sorry lah, I look at appearance de lor.) And he's like over-enthusiastic de can?? Fucking cannot tolerate him lar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like he keep asking me about O Level stuff and JC and Poly, and I already left O Levels behind me a very long time ago (I don't want to be reminded of secondary school). Then I replied in short answers with totally no emotions or eye contact. As a normal person, you will take that as a hint that I don't to talk to you right?? But no, he keep continuing to shoot me with questions until I finally walked away. Nabeh, he also different station from me ok... Keep coming to talk to me. One day, I'll just stuff his head in his pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall stop talking about irritating things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally bought my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Domo plush toy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;!! About the size of a textbook... Super adorable (: It cost like only $19.95... Pictures soon xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13562034-7526406828721335925?l=lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/feeds/7526406828721335925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13562034&amp;postID=7526406828721335925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/7526406828721335925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/7526406828721335925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/2009/01/popeye-d-again.html' title='Popeye-d again!!'/><author><name>Crystal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/TG6PXScQj0I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/7-sMXh1chBo/S220/red+hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13562034.post-4017868640312484208</id><published>2009-01-17T23:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T23:55:14.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In (Physical) Pain</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Muscle aches back again... Worse than ever... I think I must have overstretched myself yesterday. Today totally couldn't stretch properly at all... Dunno tomorrow how, man... Confirm die already la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like damn bad can... I sit down, my butt super pain larhhs... I know this is inappropriate to talk about my butt aching, but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I walk, the back my thighs and calfs were like throbbing lor... I swear I must looking like a duck when I walk. *waddles around*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And and and my lower back is super fucking pain... When I backbent today, I wanted to die lor... Super pain, yet must keep straight face... Somemore, today I stand at the barre opposite the mirror... During barre work, kept kena arrowed by teacher... Super &lt;em&gt;suay&lt;/em&gt; ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I really wanna do now is to soak in a bathtub filled with hot water... However, I have no bathtub. Even in the event that I do, I won't be allowed to fill it with hot water, or my utility bills will shoot up like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time I get a house, I'll make sure my bathroom has a bathtub. I don't care... Stand and shower very tiring leh... I'll also make sure my house has a microwave- faster food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And many many telephone ports... So I can plug telephones all around my house. Then like that when the phone rings, I no need to run to get it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a hugeass bed, so I can roll in my sleep without falling off... Eh?? Scratch that, I have a queen size bed already... Maybe should upgrade to king size?? So that all my stuff toys won't get kicked off by me at night?? (I swear, when I wake up, all my stuff toys on the floor around my bed... Oops...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the most important thing of all: Fill up a ginormous glass jar with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;gummy bears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt; and put it on my bedside table... It has been one of my greatest fantasy... OMG!! I totally heart gummy bears to death... Not gummy worms or gummy burgers or jelly beans (Not that I don't like them, I just fell in love with gummy bears. Haha)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13562034-4017868640312484208?l=lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/feeds/4017868640312484208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13562034&amp;postID=4017868640312484208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/4017868640312484208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/4017868640312484208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/2009/01/in-pain.html' title='In (Physical) Pain'/><author><name>Crystal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/TG6PXScQj0I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/7-sMXh1chBo/S220/red+hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13562034.post-7261377906424618801</id><published>2009-01-17T02:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T03:00:41.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fucking Bu Shuang</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;What exactly do you mean by "&lt;em&gt;I got something to tell you but dunno should tell you or not??&lt;/em&gt;" Huh?? Either you tell me or shut the fuck up and don't even &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;mention&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to me that you wanted to tell me something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;You came up and told me that there's something that you wanted me to know. So I was like,"What??"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Then you say you're not sure if you should say it or not... &lt;em&gt;Thanks alot.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Hello!! Make up your mind. Tell me directly or don't bring it up... You think I'm gonna beg you to tell me?? Sorry, no!! Wait, scratch that... Hell, I'm not sorry at all... Why should I be??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I'm not going to fucking beg you for the information or whatever... I don't even bloody give a damn. Or are you trying to edge up on the fact that you know something that I don't know, but would be dying to know??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Well, here's news to you: What I don't know can't hurt me. So there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;And from what I've heard, you went around doing to same to everyone. Do us a favour, stop annoying the living shit out of us, alright?? You might not have a life, but we do... So let us carry on living ours while you waste yours away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;If you really have something to tell me, text or email me alright?? I have no time to stand around listening to your nonsensical bantering, yeah?? *looks skywards and utters prayers*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Working was okay today... A certain someone is a fat liar: say quit job, but saw him working today. Bluff me is it?? You die... Nabeh, dare to lie to me. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I had to bring 2 bags. Super &lt;em&gt;mah fan&lt;/em&gt;, but I had dance after... Which starts at 7.30... I ended work around 5, reached Thompson Plaza aound 6. I was damn hungry so went to Pizza Hut to eat... I purposely took my time to eat. Finished at 6.30... Wanted to put bag inside first, but ms McCully locked up ): Went to change, joined others at KFC xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Dance was fun. Did Free Movement and a little bit of Character Work. Will continue tomorrow... Or rather today (past 12 midnight already). Yays!! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13562034-7261377906424618801?l=lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/feeds/7261377906424618801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13562034&amp;postID=7261377906424618801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/7261377906424618801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/7261377906424618801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/2009/01/fucking-bu-shuang.html' title='Fucking Bu Shuang'/><author><name>Crystal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/TG6PXScQj0I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/7-sMXh1chBo/S220/red+hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13562034.post-6235866357067894014</id><published>2009-01-14T02:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T22:28:56.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Silly Tears</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;I just finish watching a short manga... And I cried over it can... I couldn't help it. It was very sad initially 'cus the male lead like don't care don't care the female lead. So I cried with her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Then after that the male lead became very nice and caring towards the female lead. Then she cried... so did I -_-'''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;For every manga and taiwan drama I watch, I cry... They were sooooo sad... ): ): ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;I know, you people must be thinking,"Of all things, she cries over a fictional story."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Hey, I didn't do it on purpose right?? Like I want to sit in front of the computer and tear like a crazy person. (My mom says I'm mad... Haha.) Then you tell me not to watch these kind of things...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;BUT IT SO FUCKING NICE!!! I really can't not watch them... They posess this power that draws me towards them... And keeps me there til the end of the manga/drama... xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13562034-6235866357067894014?l=lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/feeds/6235866357067894014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13562034&amp;postID=6235866357067894014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/6235866357067894014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/6235866357067894014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/2009/01/silly-tears.html' title='Silly Tears'/><author><name>Crystal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/TG6PXScQj0I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/7-sMXh1chBo/S220/red+hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13562034.post-8696635562910889643</id><published>2009-01-13T23:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T14:31:06.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peaceful Day Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Woke up this morning around 10plus... Remember Mummy said to bring me to buy stuff, so went to remind her... LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Got up and changed... Bus-ed down to AMK ave10 de market there... Mom collect shoes, I placed orders for NF skinnies and shorts. Then go Causeway, 'cus Mom's working there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Mom bought me a pair of earrings (with Dad's money) at the shop she's working at... I went shopping. It was quite interesting:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I went to Power9... I found the identification bracelet I want. At first deciding want the small size or big de... then this fella came over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Guy: we have 2 sizes here... Also got 2 types- the light colour and dark de. the dark one more suitable for guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Me: Yea, I know... I don't like the dark one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy: *puts back the dark one* It's a present??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: nah... it's for myself. Can't decide between the small size or big&lt;br /&gt;one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy: *takes both out for me to compare* the small one nicer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yea... but very small space for the engraving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy: we can help you do the engraving FOC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: the handwriting is...*dunno how the finish the sentence*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy: *finishes sentence for me* very nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: got sample??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy: *takes out keychain for me to see*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: it's quite nice but I dunno want to engrave or not. um... I just buy it&lt;br /&gt;first. I can come back later right??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy: Yea, but need receipt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: ok *nods and pays*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** went to walk around and finally decided to engrave***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: *enters shop* I decided to engrave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy: What you want to engrave??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: *stupidly* my name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy: what's your name??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Crystal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy: *takes a notepad out and a pen for me to write* you can come back a&lt;br /&gt;while later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: *nowhere to go* it's ok... I'll wait here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the engraving, I went to the place my mom was working to show off xD.&lt;br /&gt;Got this auntie there who bought a pendant but wants a black necklace to hang&lt;br /&gt;the pendant. Mom ask me to bring her to buy. So I brought her to Power9.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy: *saw me* eh?? You come back again??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: yea... this auntie wants a black necklace... Long de... So she put&lt;br /&gt;inside her shirt no one can see... *turns to auntie* you see if you can see&lt;br /&gt;what you want here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Auntie: ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy: *to me* you work here??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: no... I work at Orchard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***then after a lot of questions, the auntie finally bought her stuff and&lt;br /&gt;we went our separate way***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Then I took the stuff Mom wants me to bring home and I home-d. To find Dad and Bro at home already... Ordered KFC for dinner (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13562034-8696635562910889643?l=lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/feeds/8696635562910889643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13562034&amp;postID=8696635562910889643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/8696635562910889643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/8696635562910889643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/2009/01/peaceful-day-out.html' title='Peaceful Day Out'/><author><name>Crystal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/TG6PXScQj0I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/7-sMXh1chBo/S220/red+hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13562034.post-8687839380631935229</id><published>2009-01-13T00:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T01:00:51.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'>O Level Results!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Finally, it has been a long wait... And the time has come... LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;My L1R4 is 15 marks... Which me and my mom is over the moon about. The reason why my dad doesn't feel anything is because he doesn't understand all the L1R4 thingy... I'll have to find time to explain to him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I'm very happy 'cus I really didn't expect this. It means that I qualify to enter TP's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Apparel and Merchandising Design School&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;... Yays!! xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;After collecting results, me, Cheryl, An Na, Sheryl, Seahhan and Shihui went to celebrate at Nebo... I spent alot... Main course, side dish plus dessert (which I didn't finish)... Thank god for Clarice's Nebo Card.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Sat inside Nebo for very long... until about 7pm, I think... Then everyone, except for me and Seahhan, left for home... 2 of us waiting for Kokheng and Jiaqing... Then met one more fella, which I dunno the name (and I swear that he was wearing bedroom slippers)... Watch them eat dinner...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Digressing, I think that guys really have no creativity when it comes to food... 3 guys went to buy food, they came back with the same food... Hence, I concluded that guys don't really think about what they feed themselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Then the nameless fella and Jiaqing dunno go where, so 3 of us went to meet the rest of the people: Yanjie, Hanbing, Ivan, Jianxiang and I think got one more (but he mysteriously disappeared... I must find out what happened to him)... We watched &lt;em&gt;Ong Bak 2&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;It was freakin' violent can... No wonder rated NC16. Half the time, I was covering my eyes with my magazine... Super uber scary. They say I go in cover eyes, waste money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;-.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;By the time we finished, it was like 11plus... Stoned outside hub deciding how everyone's gonna go home... Actually, they wanted at least a fella to see me home but I shouted... so didn't... They live opposite direction from me larhh... Send me home then after that must go back again, I'll feel bad de can... Like will be damn &lt;em&gt;paiseh&lt;/em&gt; lor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Even I also not that evil... Anyway, I'm capable of going home myself... If I can take bus from Orchard at midnight home, what makes them think that I can't take bus from AMK at 11plus home??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13562034-8687839380631935229?l=lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/feeds/8687839380631935229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13562034&amp;postID=8687839380631935229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/8687839380631935229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/8687839380631935229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/2009/01/o-level-results.html' title='O Level Results!!'/><author><name>Crystal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/TG6PXScQj0I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/7-sMXh1chBo/S220/red+hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13562034.post-5054477158371918172</id><published>2009-01-11T23:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T00:21:29.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Character Work was fun (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;We did &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Character Work&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; today... Straight after barre... Damn fun... Kept laughing. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Initially, I couldn't get the steps right and I was totally,"Nabeh... I can't figure this out properly." But after a while, Nat and I got the hang of it pretty well... Almost, anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;But I felt that it was a little wasted today... 'Cus we didn't get to do centre...): And  I kinda liked doing centre. Oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Got my new character shoes today too... At first felt a bit weird... Cos I have not worn character shoes for like a hell long time (2-3 years??)... Plus all my own shoes are either flats or 3inches... And the character shoes were like in between (about 1-half)... So bloody not used to it larhh... Ended up screwing a bit of the dance. Fuck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Nicole would be damn poor thing... Hopes she gets well soon... So that she can quickly come back and learn the new stuffs... Or else, she'll be lagging behind... And Erin needs to get in sync with her... Hopefully, she'll be strong enough to come back for class asap (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;p/s &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Nat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Elvina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!! We must go out for a meal one day, alrights?? Haha... I want to see you two scandalous people in action... LOLs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13562034-5054477158371918172?l=lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/feeds/5054477158371918172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13562034&amp;postID=5054477158371918172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/5054477158371918172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/5054477158371918172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/2009/01/character-work-was-fun.html' title='Character Work was fun (:'/><author><name>Crystal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/TG6PXScQj0I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/7-sMXh1chBo/S220/red+hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13562034.post-8492465410526782897</id><published>2009-01-11T02:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T02:19:15.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I really can't understand</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;The thing is why?? Why do you girls trust people that you barely know?? It was hardly a week and you girls pour out everything to him. And the entire time I was sitting there and listening, and in my head I was thinking,"Is he that trustable??" What's more... I was damn &lt;em&gt;bu shuang&lt;/em&gt; with that guy... He appeared to be most sympathatic to all your problems, offered to explain and gave "constructive" advice... But I totally saw through him. that little stupid fucker. Nabeh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;In the end?? He revealed his true colours. And you girls started to regret being so close to him. Then you all started to complain... Why was he like that and whatever... And I have to pretend to be surprised too... I had to go,"Yea... Didn't know he was this kind of person... Blah blah blah..." What else could I say at that time??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;But all the time I knew he was a fake... You'd ask why didn't I mention it earlier since it happened over a year ago... The point is: Would you girls believe me?? I seriously doubted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;So, please... Be more careful... I can't really stand here and let you go do as you please... Then you get blown up and I have to help collect the bits and pieces. What kind of friend would I be then??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;This also made me wonder... He managed to charm you all into trusting him... Why wasn't I affected?? Maybe his "magic" didn't work on me. I started to think... I'm a lil different from the average girls... I've got something like guy blood in me or whatever... I don't easily affected by guys as much as you girls... Which might not neccessary be a bad or good thing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Girls, open your eyes wider... See clearer, ok?? Don't make me worried sick over you... Thank our lucky stars it wasn't that bad that other time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13562034-8492465410526782897?l=lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/feeds/8492465410526782897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13562034&amp;postID=8492465410526782897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/8492465410526782897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13562034/posts/default/8492465410526782897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifereallyhurts.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-really-cant-understand.html' title='I really can&apos;t understand'/><author><name>Crystal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9kiUSnJpwI/TG6PXScQj0I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/7-sMXh1chBo/S220/red+hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13562034.post-2324863923208417595</id><published>2009-01-10T15:38:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T15:53:21.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where's the Anxiety??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Ehmagod... ehmagod!! O Level results out on Monday... The thing I'm worried is... &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why don't I feel &lt;em&gt;any&lt;/em&gt; anxiety at all?!?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is ridiculous... I'm now absolutely calm... I know I'll freak out at the very last minute... Probably on Monday morning... Or when we enter the hall/chapel/seminar room...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's always like this... I have like delayed reaction or something... Like when we have a dance performance or major exam, I'll be super calm and collected... Then just before I enter the stage or examination venue, I'll start to freak out... And successfully freaking out the people around me more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm now very irritated... There seems to be a virus going around MSN or whatever... MSN windows will pop up with a link and a message saying something like,"C
