<?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-9107990</id><updated>2011-04-22T05:06:57.694+08:00</updated><category term='aloe vera greatest invention'/><title type='text'>so lost...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018118661969724893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>305</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107990.post-8834204434295266417</id><published>2008-09-27T00:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T00:15:57.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hanging off a cliff.</title><content type='html'>Where'd you go?&lt;br /&gt;Will you tuck the flower in my hair again?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9107990-8834204434295266417?l=shirhurt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/feeds/8834204434295266417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9107990&amp;postID=8834204434295266417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/8834204434295266417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/8834204434295266417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/2008/09/hanging-off-cliff.html' title='hanging off a cliff.'/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018118661969724893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107990.post-8934362578135501230</id><published>2008-08-19T02:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T03:00:19.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the low-key blog;</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;from now on, i guess this blog will be used when im down. one happy blog that's more publicised, and one&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;low-key&lt;/span&gt; blog. so hey, if you're feeling happy and wants to read only happy stuff, go to &lt;a href="http://addictiveshir.blogspot.com/"&gt;addictiveshir&lt;/a&gt;, it will always be blissful &lt;em&gt;i think&lt;/em&gt;? and if you're miserable and wishing for company, here i am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's the start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so disappointed in you today. After &lt;em&gt;so much&lt;/em&gt;, you can still go and enjoy yourself fer 3 hours over. not fulfiling simple promises you made time and again. Blaming it on other things. Yes, im sure the game was pulling you so hard you cldnt leave the room to contact. im sure your friends are unreasonable people who didnt let you go too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;a GAME. and me&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sorry that i find it hard to sympathise with the victim of this movie now. im just drowning with the audience.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9107990-8934362578135501230?l=shirhurt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/8934362578135501230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/8934362578135501230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/2008/08/low-key-blog.html' title='the low-key blog;'/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018118661969724893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107990.post-2794075767809962911</id><published>2008-07-11T11:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T11:52:07.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hey guys, i've shifted to &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://addictiveshir.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;http://addictiveshir.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll still be using this blog from time to time i think. Im definitely sad to move after 4-5 years of this blogging ground. Maybe you guys could add another link to my new blog instead of updating it with my new one? Hehs. See you guys over at my new space. I have so much to blog about. (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9107990-2794075767809962911?l=shirhurt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/feeds/2794075767809962911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9107990&amp;postID=2794075767809962911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/2794075767809962911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/2794075767809962911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/2008/07/hey-guys-ive-shifted-to.html' title=''/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018118661969724893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107990.post-1206538543605579746</id><published>2008-07-04T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T21:33:44.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday me!</title><content type='html'>-i was not around a comp to blog on the 4th itself, so i shall fake the time n date for a quick blogging sake (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It's the &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4th of July 2008&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy Birthday America &amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy 20th Birthday, &lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I cant wait to start the blogging stuff about e celebrations and all in my new blog. Waiting for my photos to be in only. Tee-hee. Thanks everybody in advance (: loves!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9107990-1206538543605579746?l=shirhurt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/feeds/1206538543605579746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9107990&amp;postID=1206538543605579746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/1206538543605579746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/1206538543605579746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-birthday-me.html' title='Happy Birthday me!'/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018118661969724893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107990.post-5353068094807003786</id><published>2008-07-03T03:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T03:54:53.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new blog almost 3rd july</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;my new blog is 99% done! except for the lack of archives and blog entry only (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Anyway, im soo excited. Its 353am 3rd July now. Teehee. I cant wait! (: Im hoping that all my blog entries after the 4th would be in my new blog, finally revealed to public.  and it will definitely have pictures and all (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9107990-5353068094807003786?l=shirhurt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/feeds/5353068094807003786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9107990&amp;postID=5353068094807003786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/5353068094807003786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/5353068094807003786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/2008/07/new-blog-almost-3rd-july.html' title='new blog almost 3rd july'/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018118661969724893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107990.post-8081311528171703475</id><published>2008-07-01T03:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T04:05:13.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new blog prob and my birthday coming up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HELLO WORLD!&lt;/span&gt; Life's back to normal now w my new handphone and all.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;My new blog is 90% up except for 1 devastating problem thats causing my standstill. &lt;strong&gt;Is it true that when you have a new blog add&lt;/strong&gt; (even if its within blogger as well)&lt;strong&gt; , you CANT copy your archives over?!!!&lt;/strong&gt; I didnt know that! or if anybody has a way besides copying ALL my 5 years of blog entries and pasting it over??? because sadly, it is impossible what with the countless photos i have to upload per entry. Heck, my 1 Taiwan trip entry will probably take me over an hour to re-upload and copy over :((( yet i dont want to lose all my archives. i Know i can still keep my shirhurt.blog here but i want some of my memories over to my new blog too, especially the recent photograph-ed/long entries for this year. If anybody knows of a way, do tell me and i will be indebted to you and probably treat you ice-cream everytime i see you. Haha, not very appealing right. but whoever who &lt;strong&gt;still &lt;/strong&gt;happen to read my blog and see this, TELL ME!!! i would love to have my new blog up by &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;my birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; so i can blog about what happened..... and yessssssssss! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I AM EXCITED. Tee-hee (: im feeling so loved and on cloud nine each day in anticipation of &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;my day&lt;/span&gt;. i would have &lt;em&gt;special&lt;/em&gt; time w my sweet and my hao peng yous!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Anyway, here's a very recent photo of me looking disheveled. in case you forget who am i? (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;and me with &lt;strong&gt;him&lt;/strong&gt;. we're still good and kicking after 16months (:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217767889573255106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SGk8QCp0F8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/R45X41NJMyU/s200/collage17.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;All right, if you guys want my blog to be up still, help me w e archives thing ok? please? if not i'll just have to have a brand new blog and it will take some time b4 i am ready to let go of this 5 year blog :( goodnight! its 4am and im working at Cotton On 530pm tml! Pop by and say hi! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/9107990-8081311528171703475?l=shirhurt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/feeds/8081311528171703475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9107990&amp;postID=8081311528171703475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/8081311528171703475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/8081311528171703475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/2008/07/new-blog-prob-and-my-birthday-coming-up.html' title='new blog prob and my birthday coming up!'/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018118661969724893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SGk8QCp0F8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/R45X41NJMyU/s72-c/collage17.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107990.post-6785033360610525347</id><published>2008-05-04T02:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T02:15:01.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lack of updates cuz lack of photos (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I know im totally mia-ing again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I really want to update but because of the lack of a digi cam and my hp dying out on me, I have a serious lack of photos. Photos from others cameras and baby's hp are still not on my hands yet so... I dont really like blogging w/o photos. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;See&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, i have a perfectly good reason. Blogging w/o photos is a lot less interesting isnt it? In a week, when i finally can get my new hp (BIG NO THANKS to Nokia!), i will blog and let you feel a sense of photophobia whenever you get to my blog. (and what is that irritating popup on my page?!) Im too lazy to complain about Nokia now, what i can say is, im never going to go back to using nokia phones now even if they give me 100 free ones. ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Ok maybe &lt;strong&gt;then&lt;/strong&gt; i will use again la. maybe. i lost my train of thought cause im chattin w Ching on msn. Hmm... okay la so please, pardon me for the lack of updates. You can always ask me out fer a gossip/update session! People, ask me out fer&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt; tanning&lt;/span&gt; or&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; mahjong&lt;/span&gt; okay? Till next time! (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9107990-6785033360610525347?l=shirhurt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/feeds/6785033360610525347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9107990&amp;postID=6785033360610525347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/6785033360610525347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/6785033360610525347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/2008/05/lack-of-updates-cuz-lack-of-photos.html' title='lack of updates cuz lack of photos (:'/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018118661969724893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107990.post-6247020843191422413</id><published>2008-04-22T17:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T02:36:01.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby's bdae over, Fantazia over.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Phew! It has been a wild week that i havent even managed to sneak in any computer time. Just started work and was busy w Fantazia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Fantazia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;is over! It was a success, though Danzation was way better. Would like to update about it more w photos but i haven gotten any yet. My brother, boyfriend, bee, yin, ching, kelvin, brian, kee and khoon came. They were all so sweet to wait fer me fer a frigging long time as i went around taking photos n having debrief on the last day of the performance. They enjoyed Fantazia and urged me to join Danzation 2 but... im not too sure yet. I'll see how first ok :x Im glad for Fantazia because it brought many of us back together and i know i'll miss it, just like Danzation. and frankly, i love Candyman! It is such a super fun item. I think i had a big smile throughout the item (: I shall update about Fantazia again after i have some decent photos all right? Please believe me. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Working at Cotton On has been fun, apart from some silly things i've managed to do on my first 3 days of work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;1) The one time i use my hp and decided to munch on my &lt;em&gt;cheesy crab puff from Polar&lt;/em&gt;, i didnt realize that e Regional Manager was right behind me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;2) I msged Kelvin to get e guy berms fer me using his staff discount (which is WRONG because u can onli buy fer yourself) and i sent the message to the Regional Manager himself! He replied stating the rules to me and i acted as if i misunderstood the contract (which requied 100000 signatures).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;WTH is wrong w me?!!! Yepyep im that silly. I hope such stuffs dn happen to me anymore else i will be the first person they sack if they have too many people. Please no! I juz receievd my voucher and will be gg to the Novena outlet w a new friend from work (Nancy) for some shopping tml before work at 530pm Lot 1 (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Baby's birthday is just over. I feel real bad about it as I didnt have a fancy celebration fer him due to my time constraint (it is right after Fantazia) and abit of money constraint :( To me, that was just a temporary celebration, we'll have a big one soon. I am sure of it (: Im really happy now that we've adjusted nicely to our busy schedules. We even managed to meet after work today fer supper. Tee-hee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Hokays, thats it fer a quick update (quick meaning i did this v.quickly, nt that it is a short entry) of what I've been up to. Work on my new blog has ceased fer awhile, it will be up soon all right? Till next time! Loves! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9107990-6247020843191422413?l=shirhurt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/feeds/6247020843191422413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9107990&amp;postID=6247020843191422413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/6247020843191422413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/6247020843191422413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/2008/04/babys-bdae-over-fantazia-over.html' title='Baby&apos;s bdae over, Fantazia over.'/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018118661969724893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107990.post-4232171146293288154</id><published>2008-04-13T16:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T01:23:47.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nearing fantazia and getting really busy! gt a job!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Sorry i have been mia-ing again! This time because i really got busy and havent even had the time to come online. To update,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;1) Dance is getting busier because FantaZia (our song &amp;amp; dance production) is less than a week away! *GASP* it's on the 17th and 18th! Im nt settled w my costumes n perfect for all my items yet so i have got to buck up! let's all dance hard (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;2) I GOT A JOB! (like finally right) and it's e job i kind of really wanted. Cotton On at Lot 1! So near and good pay! Muahaha (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;edit/ 3) my HP is STILL not repaired yet! I just want to get it back from nokiacare (the 5th time) so i can trade it in and get my new hp :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Well, now the thing im anxiously waiting for is the uni application results. I really have no idea if i can get in. really want to. if i cant, then...... i'll have to see how again :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Baby's been busy w work too, he's working full-time now so we dont have as much time together. but i guess we're adapting quite well w e hectic schedule (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Im jus worried about the coming week as im starting work already. Like 830am at the store den go straight to school for full-run w costumes and all. Gonna be real tired and maybe stressed. Need to get used to it and make full use of my time! oh ya, our another mth anniversary and his BIG day is coming right up too, along with my temporary event job right in the midst of everything as well. Hope everything turns out fine and i'll be back to update w pictures on loads more stuff (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;regardless; let me count on you (:&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/9107990-4232171146293288154?l=shirhurt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/feeds/4232171146293288154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9107990&amp;postID=4232171146293288154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/4232171146293288154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/4232171146293288154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/2008/04/nearing-fantazia-and-getting-really.html' title='nearing fantazia and getting really busy! gt a job!'/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018118661969724893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107990.post-2321815967895747069</id><published>2008-04-03T19:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T16:14:48.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'>get me a job! i hurt my back :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Somebody &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;please get me a job!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;I am way too fussy/lazy and did not manage to land any job ever since i graduated like 2mths ago! I am such a bummer that i cant stand myself sometimes (maybe every 5mins a day). My only excuse is that i have dance commitment now so i WILL get a job after April. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i think i hurt my back or is it my sides? The side of my ribcage (?) is swollen and it hurts when i bend. My parents told me to see the doctor today but i haven been to the docs alone before and im lazy so i didnt go. It has been hurting for about a week now (since practicing e babylift the other day for Candyman) so i hope it wil heal by tml. oh well. Im going crazy w nothing to do except dance. i want to earn $ too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if anyone of you has an interesting job to offer, please tell meeeee! (: *scoots off to continue slacking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9107990-2321815967895747069?l=shirhurt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/feeds/2321815967895747069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9107990&amp;postID=2321815967895747069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/2321815967895747069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/2321815967895747069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/2008/04/get-me-job-i-hurt-my-back.html' title='get me a job! i hurt my back :('/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018118661969724893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107990.post-8471000955345430275</id><published>2008-04-02T17:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T02:04:18.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>u're working now, we'll get used to it (:</title><content type='html'>you're working now, we would have a lil lesser time together. of course we'll make time fer each other and meet as often as possible but i know &lt;em&gt;i'll still miss you&lt;/em&gt;. i do already :( it's ok, this is normal and we'll adapt to it soon. im sure we'll still have many shalala moments together, sweets (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;psst, my favourite passtime is still to do absolutely nothing w you. For being by your side is pure bliss in itself. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9107990-8471000955345430275?l=shirhurt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/feeds/8471000955345430275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9107990&amp;postID=8471000955345430275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/8471000955345430275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/8471000955345430275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/2008/02/ure-working-now-well-get-used-to-it.html' title='u&apos;re working now, we&apos;ll get used to it (:'/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018118661969724893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107990.post-1796284989387925123</id><published>2008-03-30T16:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T01:50:19.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You can do it, Shirley! don't stress! &lt;strong&gt;DONT STRESS!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After too many happy posts, a not-so-happy one will come. nonono that doesnt sound right. I mean, having a not so lovey dovey post would be refreshing right? .. Enough of my nonsense. Truth is, I &lt;em&gt;feel quite scuky&lt;/em&gt; today. Especially just a few hours ago. I cant seem to catch up with the choreo and i felt so so so &lt;strong&gt;stressed&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I felt like crying ):&lt;/span&gt; The more im stressed, the worse i become. I dont work well under stress. I&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; kind of regret accepting to join the item when they are almost done w it already ):&lt;/span&gt; but since i accepted it I will keep practicing till i do it right. Along the way, i hope some good friends can accompany and train hard w me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I remember &lt;em&gt;all these feelings&lt;/em&gt; again. I dont like 'em. Shucks. Darn it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Thank God for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. With (to) you, it seems like I can do no wrong. With you, i feel oh-so-relaxed. Just thinking of you makes me feel better already. (: I can do it, no stress, oooooook. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Thank God for &lt;strong&gt;my family&lt;/strong&gt; too, and &lt;strong&gt;Happy Birthday Papa!&lt;/strong&gt; Hope our wishes come true (oops, i make a wish whenever ppl make one or whenever i feel like it when looking at the stars. haha). I&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; love&lt;/span&gt; you, and mummy and korkor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thank you to &lt;strong&gt;my friends&lt;/strong&gt; too. Yes you and you and you! HAHA. How did this entry turn into a "im-so-blessed" post again? I just cant stop &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;myself from feeling blessed and letting the ppl i love know that i love 'em too. Awww... cause i know we should cherish everyday so that you know... im lazy to explain la you know what i mean. All righty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love y'all, MWAH! (: &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;SHIRLEY CAN DO &lt;em&gt;ANYTHING&lt;/em&gt; SHE SETS HER HEART TO.&lt;/span&gt; YAY. ending abruptly, bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9107990-1796284989387925123?l=shirhurt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/feeds/1796284989387925123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9107990&amp;postID=1796284989387925123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/1796284989387925123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/1796284989387925123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/2008/03/you-can-do-it-shirley-dont-stress-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018118661969724893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107990.post-2293071245876417946</id><published>2008-03-28T17:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T02:27:51.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random cute photo of baby w me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/R-vj85uheuI/AAAAAAAAAPA/_gUEO0Zngbw/s1600-h/IMG_3205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182486431647496930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="299" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/R-vj85uheuI/AAAAAAAAAPA/_gUEO0Zngbw/s320/IMG_3205.JPG" width="225" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;HAHAHA. I know I said im not going to blog about &lt;em&gt;Him &lt;/em&gt;constantly but I saw this random photo in my folders and i just had to share it. HAHAHA. This was a random shot captured by my friends sometime back. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My boyfriend is just too cute.&lt;/span&gt; I seriously don't remember him doing that face at me. LOL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;*regaining composure*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Since I'm here, I might as well update a little on what I've been doing. Im in the midst of doing up &lt;strong&gt;my new blog&lt;/strong&gt;, meaning new blogskin, blog ADD and everything new (except for my archives la duh) I hope I dont procrastinate this time and soon, I would have a brand new blog up and I would be gg around asking you guys to re-link me. Oh by the way, my &lt;strong&gt;photo flicker&lt;/strong&gt; is updated too (right below my archives)! And i think there is something wrong w me ever since I blogged about my Taiwan trip. Blogging gets me a teeny bit &lt;em&gt;excited&lt;/em&gt; these days. Oh no is my life so mundane that blogging is becoming my highlight of everyday?! NO LA of course &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt;. I've simply rediscovered the joy of blogging since it lets me have something to do online and helps keep happy memories stored ecetera. I hope I dont lose it anytime soon :x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Much loves to my family and hao peng yous! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/R-vjwJuhetI/AAAAAAAAAO4/M5vRtAPMxUU/s1600-h/IMG_3205.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9107990-2293071245876417946?l=shirhurt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/feeds/2293071245876417946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9107990&amp;postID=2293071245876417946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/2293071245876417946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/2293071245876417946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/2008/03/hahaha.html' title='random cute photo of baby w me'/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018118661969724893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/R-vj85uheuI/AAAAAAAAAPA/_gUEO0Zngbw/s72-c/IMG_3205.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107990.post-2864750406026053493</id><published>2008-03-27T16:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T01:31:16.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 year part 2: Sushi morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I told myelf not to blog about sth to do with &lt;em&gt;my boyfriend&lt;/em&gt; for the next entry lest you guys get sick of me rambling on and on about him. But I really feel like blogging about this first before I blog about other outings w friends. So... bear w me! *wide wide grin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;One year part 1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Baby and I celebrated our 1 year anniversary finally after some rocky path along the way. There were no fancy presents, cars or restaurants but it was perfect enough for us. We had many ideas (ok mostly&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; i&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; had many many scenarios of how the day would be like) but due to certain problems, we decided the celebration of us being together was afterall, the most important thing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I have always been particular about special dates but i have realized certian things along w you. We could always buy things for each other and go places together in future, there isn't a hurry. We're constantly showering each other w sweet nothings every now and then isnt it? Yes i feel disappointed some times when I think about it but thats &lt;em&gt;plain silly&lt;/em&gt; of me. You are right hon, and the simple celebration was magical as it is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So screw fancy gifts and high-class places, your prescence was definitely most important to me too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Amidst the crazy rollercoaster ride, we still managed to have a sweet n wonderful dinner on the actual day. Some time later, we went on a fishing-maybe-prawning trip. OH NO That will come under Part 2 of my blog entry about our 1 year. This is part 1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I planned to make Sushi for my dearest quite some time ago and I thought this would be the perfect occasion. It would be brought out as a lunchbox (ai xin dian xin! bleh im too disgusting) on the day we celebrate cause he gets hungry like &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;all&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; the time. haha. I planned this Sushi day w my hao peng you &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Bee&lt;/span&gt; when i was asking her for help while buying ingredients to make cupcakes&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Victor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; too. (In case you dont know, &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Victor&lt;/span&gt; is my boyfriend's name. DUH) Let's talk about &lt;em&gt;the cupcakes&lt;/em&gt; another day. The day before our celebration, I went out w Bee early morning before dance practice to buy the ingredients for the sushi (: The actual day morning, I woke up at an unearthly hour (8am+?) and rushed over to Bee's place w the heavy Jap rice amongst other things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;We started immediately, washing and preparing the ingredients. There you see me looking like a zombie w fresh prawns which I feel that I have arranged v.nicely :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182093382010370754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/R-p-eZuhesI/AAAAAAAAAOw/OGjK_EsCvFQ/s200/DSCF0482-edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;The other toppings that we had to prepare - Egg mayo and crab mayo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/R-lReJuheqI/AAAAAAAAAOg/nA9VzF8_E3c/s1600-h/DSCF0486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181762424715442850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="216" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/R-lReJuheqI/AAAAAAAAAOg/nA9VzF8_E3c/s320/DSCF0486.JPG" width="298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;We had to cook the rice for 2 times because the first set was too dry, hard and not fat enough. Luckily, the second set was just nice! I learnt that Jap rice is like shorter, rounder and fatter, not to mention sticky. We played cheat and did not use vinegar but the powdered seasoning instead. We used agar-ration and the rice tasted exactly like sushi rice too! wheee (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/R-lQoJuhelI/AAAAAAAAAN4/rg0lBrUtBhg/s1600-h/collage9+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181761497002506834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 303px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="237" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/R-lQoJuhelI/AAAAAAAAAN4/rg0lBrUtBhg/s320/collage9+copy.jpg" width="311" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I started w the California Handrolls (as you can see they don't look that great...) and Bee used the bamboo sticks to roll that long thing. HAHA. You are supposed to cut the rolls into small pieces but after she tried cutting, the ingredients spilled out and didnt look nice so she decided to just leave it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;"Aiya, let my mom zhen3 ge4 na2 lai2 chi1 jiu4 hao3 liao. Easier" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;That was what she said. LOL. cute ehs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/R-lQopuhemI/AAAAAAAAAOA/jW6YL5Extxg/s1600-h/DSCF0490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181761505592441442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="222" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/R-lQopuhemI/AAAAAAAAAOA/jW6YL5Extxg/s320/DSCF0490.JPG" width="307" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I went on to do my individual Sushi(s). I had to wash my hands a little after doing every 2 sushi so that the rice would not totally slip off or stick to my hands. They looked a little weird at first but after the topping is on, the shape seemed to get nicer. I used the heart shape thingy to make a few heart shaped sushi too. Tee-hee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Almost there now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/R-lQo5uhenI/AAAAAAAAAOI/b5G9J9aBr10/s1600-h/DSCF0498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181761509887408754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="223" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/R-lQo5uhenI/AAAAAAAAAOI/b5G9J9aBr10/s320/DSCF0498.JPG" width="304" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Oh ya the 2 miserable looking ones on the bamboo are those i rolled and attempted to cut. I think you have to put different ingredients at different levels so they look nicely rolled in the middle after cutting. But we simply put the ingredients on top of one another so thats why the ingredients are all mashed up in a corner. OOPS :x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Bee getting bored as I made more sushi for my love. Thanks 8-year-buddee for giving me most of the rice since we cooked too little (: She used the first batch of rice to make some shapes. I remember she has a habit of compressing food into funny shapes. For instance, she pressed some &lt;strong&gt;Cotton Candy&lt;/strong&gt; into a tiny square-dice shape when we were in Secondary school. Yeppp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/R-lQo5uheoI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/wusSl0l9E_Y/s1600-h/DSCF0492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181761509887408770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 288px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 204px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="221" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/R-lQo5uheoI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/wusSl0l9E_Y/s320/DSCF0492.JPG" width="304" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And there you go, my final creation!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/R-lQpJuhepI/AAAAAAAAAOY/g9k0745h654/s1600-h/love+treat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181761514182376082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 303px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="228" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/R-lQpJuhepI/AAAAAAAAAOY/g9k0745h654/s320/love+treat.jpg" width="306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Tsk. Im so proud of myself. *beams* HAHA. I know the handroll looks bad. This container is seperated into 2 levels. Below this level there is another set of sushi and I made 1 more set in another smaller container. So in total there are 3 handrolls, individual sushis w egg mayo, crab mayo, pork floss (his fav!), prawn, tuna and the cut-up rolls that has the combination of 2 or 3 ingredients. If you look closely, 2 of the sushi are in the shape of hearts x) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Okay! This was my serect mission in the morning. I planned it perfectly and cabbed home just when he woke up. I acted as if I woke up late too and met him around 3-4pm. He did not suspect a thing at all :))) But as those of you who knows Vic would know that he did not jump up and down in surprise too la. He simply looked surprised, asked a few qns and continued sitting down and smiling. LOL. That's my chill-chill boyfriend. (: &lt;em&gt;Of course&lt;/em&gt; it tasted wonderful. HEHS. I shall blog about the rest in part 2!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I seriously want to change my blog add and skin but that takes more time and im lazy :x Till next time, loves! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;~You know that I'll support whatever decision you make. i'll always be there for you. Certain things you said recently touched me. Im sure you dont even know what you said but that makes it even sweeter because you said it so naturally. I love you baby (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9107990-2864750406026053493?l=shirhurt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/feeds/2864750406026053493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9107990&amp;postID=2864750406026053493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/2864750406026053493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/2864750406026053493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/2008/03/1-year-part-2-sushi-morning.html' title='1 year part 2: Sushi morning'/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018118661969724893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/R-p-eZuhesI/AAAAAAAAAOw/OGjK_EsCvFQ/s72-c/DSCF0482-edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107990.post-2224122368550848880</id><published>2008-03-20T18:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T04:38:27.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taiwan trip on 25/12/07</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LO and BEHOLD! &lt;strong&gt;50&lt;/strong&gt; photos coming up in this entry! (: (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Yes, I am finally posting my Taiwan Trip on last December 25/12/2007. Better late than never right? I hope i remember everything interesting so that i can blog them down. Anyway, im getting excited. :x It was a 8-day trip so i left on Christmas Day itself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Day 1: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I woke up early around 6-7am (actually i couldnt sleep) and my wonderful boyfriend came over to help me finish packing and lug our luggage. We cabbed down to the airport with his parents (we went w his family) for our 11am flight. Actually, i forgot the time and mixed up the photo of the flight time and thought the coming back plane was the going TW plane :X Ok so we checked in and waited. Did i mention it's my first time taking a plane?! I was a teeny bit scared :x But i survived! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/R-AxAJm75QI/AAAAAAAAANI/LU3fdPfsPMw/s1600-h/collagefirstday+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179193450125059330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="237" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/R-AxAJm75QI/AAAAAAAAANI/LU3fdPfsPMw/s320/collagefirstday+copy.jpg" width="303" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I sat at the window seat and watched High School Musical 2. It was surprisingly nice. But the Christmas plane lunch wasnt that great. There was a mini log cake too (which was so sweet). It was a 5Hour flight and i sat till my butt ached. However it was really interesting as I looked out the window. We seemed to fly higher and higher ( I learnt from baby that planes actually have different flight plans like some higher some lower etc. and all along i thought they simply fly wherever since the sky is so big. what a bimbo thought. Imagine you're flying to TW and a plane is coming from TW den crash meh? ..) ... and the the window got cooler and cooler. Because it was Winter over at Taiwan! Brr...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;We touched down in Taiwan/Taipei ard 4+5pm. It was so dark and that time, as if 8pm in Singapore. Then i learnt that their night falls earlier so ard 5pm it's completely dark already. Wow, talk about having long nights! When i was gettin down the plane, I saw Taiwanese at the airport w their thick windbreakers/sweaters flying w the wind. Then I understood why. When we first stepped out of the airport, STRONG wind gushes over. It was 20degrees. It's all about the wind that's the coldest thing in Taiwan during winter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;The first thing that night was to check in to our first Hotel in Taipei, as seen below. It was just beside &lt;strong&gt;XiMenDing&lt;/strong&gt; so we walked around the nightmarket which was bursting w activities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/R-AvC5m75KI/AAAAAAAAAMY/FxQeYlG-Z3I/s1600-h/DSC00673-starred.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179190100050568274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="217" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/R-At9Jm75FI/AAAAAAAAALw/8Jf60YqTbS0/s320/DSC05464.JPG" width="299" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;We had a small dinner at a famous shop called Ah Zong mian xian which the tourguide recommended. It was really obvious which shop it was as there were ALOT of people crowding around, STANDING. Yep, you actually buy the hot mianxian and stand while you eat. I was so not used to the cold so the warm food really helped but it tasted OK onli. I think the one we have in SG (e shilin chicken shop) tastes better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179190155885143138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="218" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/R-AuAZm75GI/AAAAAAAAAL4/kqGi7XTELiw/s320/collage5.jpg" width="299" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Then i think we ate another proper dinner at a restaurant, walked abit more and went back to the hotel at 11am. I forgot to take one amazing photo at the hotel washroom though. The bathtub had a sign that read&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;"Please be Care of &lt;strong&gt;Ship&lt;/strong&gt; and Fall"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;... Imagine bathing and a ship comes over..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/R-AvDJm75LI/AAAAAAAAAMg/AM4EP8fKCDU/s1600-h/collagefirstday+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Day 2: -Free and easy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;We left the hotel early in the morning after eating the breakfast buffet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/R-AvDJm75MI/AAAAAAAAAMo/-P8MFhl8jSg/s1600-h/DSC05440.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179191302641411266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/R-AvDJm75MI/AAAAAAAAAMo/-P8MFhl8jSg/s320/DSC05440.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;and i just have to digress and show an interesting photo of my Bf's little cousins.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/R-AvDZm75NI/AAAAAAAAAMw/2M10RIzxPGY/s1600-h/DSC06217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179191306936378578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/R-AvDZm75NI/AAAAAAAAAMw/2M10RIzxPGY/s320/DSC06217.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt; Culture clash. lol. Their dad's a great Indian guy and mom a nice chinese lady who reminds me of my dear friend BEE. (: Their daughter has the most beautiful eyes! Plese click to enlarge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179547866563181122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="214" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/R-FzV5uhekI/AAAAAAAAANw/Gue-3Vw7LPM/s320/DSC02936-edit.jpg" width="296" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Ok let's get back to the day. We travelled around Taipei to visit hotspots told by the tourguide on our own. Took their MRT which used coin tokens for standard tickets. We posed and was ready to take a picture when we heard the train coming and realized it comes from the other side, and not from the left like SG. We are such obvious Tourists, sheesh. LOL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I took CableCar!!! It was about 20minutes? Over mountains and mountains and i surprised myself to feel not scared at all again (: Baby and I shared our CableCar w a HongKong family of 3 and we chatted abit. Such nice people! Anyw it was cheap, think about $10 only? I forgot :x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/R-AvD5m75OI/AAAAAAAAAM4/29RO840xsUY/s1600-h/cablecar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179191315526313186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="235" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/R-AvD5m75OI/AAAAAAAAAM4/29RO840xsUY/s320/cablecar.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;We reached the peak of some place that had alot of food again. Everywhere in Taiwan everyone is eating at any time of the day. Haha. I guess it's because of the cold? I tried their famous Fried Oyster Omelette but it was quite bad. Gooey and chilli used were those KFC chilli sauce. Guess Singaporeans have our own unique Ou Ar Jian which tastes waaaay better (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/R-AuA5m75HI/AAAAAAAAAMA/M7wtGQ7B4Ac/s1600-h/day1+food.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179190164475077746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 294px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="246" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/R-AuA5m75HI/AAAAAAAAAMA/M7wtGQ7B4Ac/s320/day1+food.jpg" width="310" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;We went to SanKeng TouFu Street too and everywhere smelled of SPOILT SOUR Tofu. I tried smelly Tofu fer the first time and it was enough to last me a lifetime. It really tasted like mouldy rotting food :X Baby and I even went to the specific stall (as seen below) we saw on Bizarre Foods (one of our fav. shows)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/R-AuBZm75II/AAAAAAAAAMI/ZCZ9KEcceHs/s1600-h/DSC02849.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179190173065012354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="219" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/R-AuBZm75II/AAAAAAAAAMI/ZCZ9KEcceHs/s320/DSC02849.JPG" width="301" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Spent the night shopping at XiMenDing w baby alone (: Couldnt manage to buy much clothes cause they were selling all winter stuff so we just bought accessories. I even saw a friend from SG at one of the shops! LOL. Afterwhich we cabbed back to our Hotel by raising out ONE finger ( apparently, flaggin w 1 hand means u want FIVE cabs in TW). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Day 3: HuaLien, some Yehliu and funny name places for sightseeing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/R-AuB5m75JI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/GycUnbEIMx4/s1600-h/DSC05485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179190181654946962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="222" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/R-AuB5m75JI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/GycUnbEIMx4/s320/DSC05485.JPG" width="304" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;We reached this place but we had to go through hours of this!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/R-Asi5m75AI/AAAAAAAAALI/y_Lx2v-Bgd0/s1600-h/DSC00560.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179188549567374338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="218" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/R-Asi5m75AI/AAAAAAAAALI/y_Lx2v-Bgd0/s320/DSC00560.JPG" width="301" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Over 3 hours of constant view of the sea because we have to circle around the huge and tall mountain which i lost count after lets see, 20 rounds?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;We went to this Yehliu place too and it was quite warm as compared to the day before (the tourguide asked us to not get tricked by the weather because the following 2 days will be waaay cold). And we travelled North South East West of Taiwan and some parts like here is abit warmer and more humanly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/R-AsjZm75BI/AAAAAAAAALQ/ZZGb_zJ8438/s1600-h/day2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179188558157308946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="234" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/R-AsjZm75BI/AAAAAAAAALQ/ZZGb_zJ8438/s320/day2.jpg" width="305" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/R-Asjpm75CI/AAAAAAAAALY/WN2dQTaMluc/s1600-h/DSC02913.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179188562452276258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 294px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="218" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/R-Asjpm75CI/AAAAAAAAALY/WN2dQTaMluc/s320/DSC02913.JPG" width="298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/R-AskZm75DI/AAAAAAAAALg/YzTrZI5cn48/s1600-h/DSC05473.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179188575337178162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="227" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/R-AskZm75DI/AAAAAAAAALg/YzTrZI5cn48/s320/DSC05473.JPG" width="308" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt; There's a weird shape thing in e first collage, which happens to be a famous attraction, a treasure of the country. They seem to have many Guo2 Bao3. And the tourguide was very anti-AH BIAN so he went on and on about how the neck of the figurine (it's supposed to be a beautiful fish/lady person and there's history behind it) about how it's breaking but AH BIAN doesnt want to preserve it. ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;We also went to this AH MEI ZHU (Ah Mei tribe) place and watched their cultural dance. Yes! XiaoZhu etc are under this tribe too. Haha. Then we went on to some temples which I dont think many of you would be interested to read about so I'll skip that. We went to our 2nd Hotel called Gold Coast Hotel (: Oh we stayed a total of 5 differnt hotels as we were travelling all over Taiwan so it doesnt make sense to spend 100s of hours travelling back to 1 hotel right? So the travel bus was more like 2nd home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Day 4: Some Taroko Park, LingZhi Tea center and Chihpen HOT SPRING! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;This beautiful place was warm yet cooling too. So peaceful and there were actually buffalos grazing along the lush green lawns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/R-ArO5m748I/AAAAAAAAAKo/xCKl8mOVlKg/s1600-h/DSC05491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179187106458362818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 223px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="204" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/R-ArO5m748I/AAAAAAAAAKo/xCKl8mOVlKg/s320/DSC05491.JPG" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/R-ArPJm749I/AAAAAAAAAKw/e1YWuObn9z8/s1600-h/DSC00566.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179187110753330130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="223" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/R-ArPJm749I/AAAAAAAAAKw/e1YWuObn9z8/s320/DSC00566.JPG" width="305" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Baby has his vain moments too. How could you camwhore without me?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/R-ArPZm74-I/AAAAAAAAAK4/SLQ9djgtZzI/s1600-h/DSC00565-edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179187115048297442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="219" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/R-ArPZm74-I/AAAAAAAAAK4/SLQ9djgtZzI/s320/DSC00565-edit.jpg" width="301" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;So I joined him. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179502919698605346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/R-FKdpm75SI/AAAAAAAAANY/g7OMa_6EtEk/s320/DSC02929.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/R-AqRpm742I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/bj04xWweHyo/s1600-h/DSC02930.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179186054191375202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/R-AqRpm742I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/bj04xWweHyo/s320/DSC02930.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/R-AqSZm743I/AAAAAAAAAKA/sWWSyJM82yw/s1600-h/DSC02955.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179186067076277106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 291px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 223px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="218" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/R-AqSZm743I/AAAAAAAAAKA/sWWSyJM82yw/s320/DSC02955.JPG" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;We went to this LingZhi (herbal thing) place that sells real LingZhi for like $600.. So baby decided to scoot off w me in search of money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179186071371244418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="216" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/R-AqSpm744I/AAAAAAAAAKI/0d_2jjVxEIY/s320/DSC02969.JPG" width="297" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/R-AqS5m745I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/B95k6WF-Cbg/s1600-h/DSC02970-edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179186075666211730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 221px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="218" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/R-AqS5m745I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/B95k6WF-Cbg/s320/DSC02970-edit.jpg" width="299" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Went to our 3rd Hotel that evening, called Hoya Resort Hotel. It was Super Nice! It was a Hot Spring Hotel, meaning that the hot spring water flows around that area so the whole hotel used Hot Spring water. I was soooo looking forward to the open-air HotSpring but that was the day my PERIOD decided to come! ARRR. I almost gave up the thought of trying HotSpring as I read that Taiwan dont sell tampons. But the book was outdated as I found them selling it at the 7-11!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;This portion is nt really for guys. LOL :X It was my first time using a tampon! Guys! You are darn lucky to not have to have cramps and periods and tampons in your life la! Oh ya they're not reading this part right. Ok... Anyw, by the time i was done putting it on, baby's relatives have gone down and up from the HotSpring :X Hence I went down w baby alone, not that bad after all. tee-hee. (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;The HotSpring was at the ground floor, at the back of the hotel and guys and girls can use them tgt. There were 3 Hotsprings area, beautifully made with rocks and pebbles? It was really cold when I wore my bikini in the 17degrees weather but after going into the HotSpring, I WAS HOT! One HotSpring was for children, not that hot so i went to the adults one which was &lt;strong&gt;20+degrees!&lt;/strong&gt; It was hot but bearable for like 10mins. Then we decided to venture to the hottest HotSpring, &lt;strong&gt;43DEGREES&lt;/strong&gt;! Touching it w the base of my feet hurt as it is. Then we learnt from the locals that you should dunk into the ice cold small pool first so we went in. Ya really cold. But after that we dared ourselves into the 43degrees HotSpring. For like 1minute before jumping out again. It was THAT HOT. Boiling water HOT. It was definitely worth trying though, you guys have to try HotSprings if you travel! Afterwhich we went up to the hotel in our towels and RED skin. Somehow, the night wasnt cold at all after that! (: I think we watched Jurassic Park on tv too. We watched in 3 nights in a row, part 1, 2 and 3! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;psst- i kept the note you wrote to me on the hotel paper that night too (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Day 5: Fruit plucking, Hakka village, Temple and the night markets begin!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;We climbed up to this gigantic temple that was lined w Gold Buddhas along the whole path. After climbing up and passing all the small buddhas (as seen below), we reached...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;A BIG GOLD BUDDHA! WOW! ... -.-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179186079961179042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/R-AqTJm746I/AAAAAAAAAKY/GGKxEZ_O2u0/s320/DSC05497.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/R-AoRJm74xI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/g55pmv0sJpw/s1600-h/DSC05498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179183846578184978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="224" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/R-AoRJm74xI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/g55pmv0sJpw/s320/DSC05498.JPG" width="304" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Okay la it has a nice view at least and we took some nice photos (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;More travelling and we reached the Hakka village and saw some exquisite things. Pointless but nice right!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/R-AoRZm74yI/AAAAAAAAAJY/RHqM0oLK5Po/s1600-h/DSC00569.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179183850873152290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="219" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/R-AoRZm74yI/AAAAAAAAAJY/RHqM0oLK5Po/s320/DSC00569.JPG" width="299" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Bought a huge cotton candy (but the kids said "see i can make small!" and pressed it till its 1/3 the size...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/R-AoSJm74zI/AAAAAAAAAJg/X_4It8yAa90/s1600-h/DSC03066-kissedit+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179183863758054194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="218" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/R-AoSJm74zI/AAAAAAAAAJg/X_4It8yAa90/s320/DSC03066-kissedit+copy.jpg" width="302" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/R-AoS5m740I/AAAAAAAAAJo/K2mEHlfKdqM/s1600-h/DSC03067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179183876642956098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="217" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/R-AoS5m740I/AAAAAAAAAJo/K2mEHlfKdqM/s320/DSC03067.JPG" width="298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Cute and naughty HengHeng (another of his cousin, my fav.) kissed me. LOL. I covered my dear boy's face cause he was looking funny. hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Oh ya we went to this plantation where you could look around and pluck your own fruits. The one we went to was er... Jambus? the red juicy sweet fruit? Not sure if it's called Jambu but i didnt upload cause there are too many photos as you can see. My dear boy was impatient and guessed me too and we plucked a bunch that was not very red. But it's the experience that counts right?! :x&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;They went to more temples and we walked around and bought goodies. Their Tian Tian Quan (sugar donuts) was superb!!! Their roadside sweet corn was horrid. It tasted like the honey syrup and nothing like corn at all. Oh well, it looked real good laa and we needed warm food. Oh I think by night it dropped to &lt;strong&gt;16&lt;/strong&gt;degrees again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/R-AoTJm741I/AAAAAAAAAJw/H2vrLEdcqZA/s1600-h/DSC05505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179183880937923410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="218" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/R-AoTJm741I/AAAAAAAAAJw/H2vrLEdcqZA/s320/DSC05505.JPG" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;When it was dark, we went to Sin Jiao Night Market and had like 1 hour to shop -.- We thought like the first few nights, the night markets would be near our hotel so we kept what we wanted in mind and just walked w/o buying. But the hotel was farrr away so we didnt go back ): We reached our 4th hotel called Citizen Hotel I think (our hotels were mostly 4/5 stars so we were lucky people. hehs) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;At night, we walked out for fruits! It was crazy cold but baby wanted to embrace the cold air and didnt want to wear his thin cardigan. The fruits were b-e-a-u-tiful! Huge (like 2times all the fruits we have since it's all hand grown and picked) and in bright colours! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179188579632145474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 297px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="222" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/R-Askpm75EI/AAAAAAAAALo/YxVDsw-w4VQ/s320/DSC00579.JPG" width="305" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Me feeling happy w happy colourful fruits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179187102163395506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="217" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/R-ArOpm747I/AAAAAAAAAKg/b8IsU4kGwns/s320/DSC00580.JPG" width="298" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;His turn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Of course we bought fruits and went back to the hotel.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179182064166757058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="213" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/R-AmpZm74sI/AAAAAAAAAIo/bkR1mty08rs/s320/DSC00581.JPG" width="293" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Him being crazy in our room. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;We gathered in 1 hotel room w the rest (we had 5 different rooms) and shared all our fruits and chatted (: OH OH! The past few days we spent money catching plushies from those machines too!!! Like Singapore, but much cheaper like some onli 50cents! Baby caught this cute chick plushie for me. I have the tiny, medium and huge one! What to say, we love these cute machines. (We spent over $100 at those in Singapore too. Know the Big Sweetland? And I have a huge tweety from the one at Causeway pt too. *GRINS) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Day 6: Train, Cow farm, Peacock garden plus Fong Jia night market.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;We woke up early and ate our breakfast buffet as usual. We took an open-air train (not the one below, that's for the materials and stuff). The train was noisy with all the chugging sounds and the guide erm, guiding in Hokkien. He was so funny la! He actually told the passengers in hokkien that "we have Singapore visitors so lets welcome them *cheers*" and we had to like wave 3 times high up in the air and shout "yi, er, san!!!" then the train went "PooooPooooo!!!" and started moving. The people not on the train just kept waving untill our long train was out of sight. LOL. cute eh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/R-Amp5m74tI/AAAAAAAAAIw/z8V_O3TVhkw/s1600-h/DSC03164-hehs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179182072756691666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="216" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/R-Amp5m74tI/AAAAAAAAAIw/z8V_O3TVhkw/s320/DSC03164-hehs.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt; We went pass many corn plantations and so on then reached out destination, "Ru Niu De Jia" Translated as The Cow's Home that has live cows and everything that could possibly be made from cows or milk (sweets, biscuits etc etc).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/R-AmqZm74uI/AAAAAAAAAI4/er8EHCyxmzo/s1600-h/DSC05520.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179182081346626274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="216" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/R-AmqZm74uI/AAAAAAAAAI4/er8EHCyxmzo/s320/DSC05520.JPG" width="298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/R-Amqpm74vI/AAAAAAAAAJA/kmDW-JA9ugo/s1600-h/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179182085641593586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="235" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/R-Amqpm74vI/AAAAAAAAAJA/kmDW-JA9ugo/s320/collage.jpg" width="302" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/R-Amq5m74wI/AAAAAAAAAJI/coWTBA8mlo4/s1600-h/cowfeed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179182089936560898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="244" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/R-Amq5m74wI/AAAAAAAAAJI/coWTBA8mlo4/s320/cowfeed.jpg" width="303" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;We fed the cows with plants and milk and even milked the cows! One grasp was quite expensive though :x There were deers, turkey, ostrich and horses too. I bought some moomoo souvenirs for baby since he's &lt;em&gt;my COW &lt;/em&gt;but he insisted the COW UMBRELLA is for me. Now it's still w me but i dared not use it. Its really white with black uneven spots all over. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Anyway, we went to the peacock garden and saw some beautiful white peacocks! Most of the peacocks had huge erm, mane? feathers? you know the back thing and when they opened it's soo pretty, unlike those broken ones in SG ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;When dawn came, we went to Fong Jia night market for one hour again. It was HUGE and we had to like speed through to finish it in 1 hour. It's like 5 times of Bugis Village? It's a round so you imagine like Bugis Village but with 4sides and more. Hence, we went to our 5th Hotel afterwhich called TwinStar Hotel. We shopped at the high-class shopping mall right beside till around 8-9pm and met a family of 3 from Singapore (from our tourgroup too). Think Pretty Mama, Fit Papa and cute 5-year-old daughter. They told boyfriend and I that they're thinking of going back to the NightMarket and asked if we wanted to cab tgt. So we went to find his relatives and told them we're leaving w the family and off we go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;When we reached, we set to meet in another 2hr+ and a place to cab back to the hotel tgt. The plan was to meet ard 1am I think? But ended up we went off seperately as we didnt see each other. So baby and I shopped for our things (: Bought our couple Havaianas at a shop called "the Brazil shop" which sells all Havas, Panamas? Crocs etc. I spend too long in Birkenstock (I even called all the way back SG for Sarah) but didnt buy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Sorry boyfriend for spending so much time for my shopping than yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/R-Ak5Jm74nI/AAAAAAAAAIA/0f2SMBP-7zo/s1600-h/DSC00602.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179180135726441074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/R-Ak5Jm74nI/AAAAAAAAAIA/0f2SMBP-7zo/s320/DSC00602.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;A random shot of us looking tired but satisfied on the bus that day. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Day 7: National Palace Museum, Taipei 101, SHILIN Night Market! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/R-Ak5Zm74oI/AAAAAAAAAII/6-FLA_CSYRI/s1600-h/DSC00638.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179180140021408386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="211" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/R-Ak5Zm74oI/AAAAAAAAAII/6-FLA_CSYRI/s320/DSC00638.JPG" width="294" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/R-Ak5pm74pI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/_V_flR1P9ww/s1600-h/DSC00617.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179180144316375698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="215" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/R-Ak5pm74pI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/_V_flR1P9ww/s320/DSC00617.JPG" width="294" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/R-Ak55m74qI/AAAAAAAAAIY/176E66RwgX4/s1600-h/collage7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179180148611343010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="241" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/R-Ak55m74qI/AAAAAAAAAIY/176E66RwgX4/s320/collage7.jpg" width="306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;The Museum and some other stuff were in the morning, not as interesting as the rest of the day. Taipei 101 is the tallest building in the world (I learnt that there are many tallest buildings actually, this is like tallest shopping mall, some tallest architecture etc). Inside you have all the Branded Goods and XiaoZhu's shop. We only went to some of the shops and then went up as we had onli an hour too ): Time was precious for the trip. You have to buy a ticket to go up and we reached Level 89 in less than ONE minute. We couldnt go to the higher levels I think cause they were being prepared for the fireworks as seen on tv at the start of 2008 remember? Yep so we saw the breath-taking view of the whole of Taiwan. Mountains, Manymany houses, Yellow Taxis and Scooters (in Scooter carparks!). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;We went to the Guardhouse place during their change-of-guards ceremony. They had to slow-march a looong distance in their 1 or 2 layer clothes in the 10degrees of cold air (yep it was this temperature for the last few days). The guards don't even blink much as they stand at their position at the entrance!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/R-Ak6Jm74rI/AAAAAAAAAIg/lTr4PNJ1GuA/s1600-h/soldier.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179180152906310322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="292" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/R-Ak6Jm74rI/AAAAAAAAAIg/lTr4PNJ1GuA/s320/soldier.jpg" width="298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;We took some silly pictures w the serious guards and in picture4 you can see the cute kid of the hot parents as mentioned earlier. She was trying to puff up her chest so that she look big and strong like the soldiers. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Then we went SHILIN!!! Know the Shilin chicken we have in SG? Yep. We had the actual XXL chicken there. It is twice the size (they give you the whole thing) and only $2! We went around and had all the food we watched on the Taiwan Food Channels and Bizarre Foods as well. We didnt manage to stay there long too cause the tourguide said there would be a jam during the countdown celebration. Oh ya, i didnt go for all the open celebrations ): But of course, we had to eat the famous Chua Bing (iced shavings?) from the famous stall in SHILIN. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/R-AkKJm74kI/AAAAAAAAAHo/0XTKNvjkE5k/s1600-h/DSC00655.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179179328272589378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="219" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/R-AkKJm74kI/AAAAAAAAAHo/0XTKNvjkE5k/s320/DSC00655.JPG" width="299" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/R-AkKpm74lI/AAAAAAAAAHw/o1zPZxrBO9k/s1600-h/DSC00656.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179179336862523986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="215" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/R-AkKpm74lI/AAAAAAAAAHw/o1zPZxrBO9k/s320/DSC00656.JPG" width="296" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/R-AkLJm74mI/AAAAAAAAAH4/A_l5uWC60Wg/s1600-h/DSC00658.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179179345452458594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="303" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/R-AkLJm74mI/AAAAAAAAAH4/A_l5uWC60Wg/s320/DSC00658.JPG" width="225" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I know I look horrid in alot of the photos. I was so uncomfortable w the cold weather and I had a huge ulcer so that explains all the crooked smiles, dry lips and funny windblown hair. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/R-AiC5m74bI/AAAAAAAAAGk/c6nGAzuX3TI/s1600-h/DSC00659.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179177004695282098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 292px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 207px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="222" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/R-AiC5m74bI/AAAAAAAAAGk/c6nGAzuX3TI/s320/DSC00659.JPG" width="303" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Whereas my dear boy, can somehow manage to look coy and nice (: Tee-hee :x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;This is a random shot on the previous nights at the other night markets. Or was it Shilin? Actually i think it's Shilin. I didnt manage to take a photo of the bbq-ed sotong at the other night market. You actually choose the food you want and behind the stall, a line of about 5 workers bbq the food for you. The sotong was YUMMYlicious with e black sweet and spicy sauce!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179179315387687474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="217" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/R-AkJZm74jI/AAAAAAAAAHg/hDlT3kTzQWk/s320/DSC03221.JPG" width="297" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;That night, we went back to our first Kilin Hotel in Taipei. This room had no balcony, unlike the one on our first 2 nights. Baby and I went XiMenDing on our own to shop for the last time ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You know I love walking along the streets of Xi Men Ding with just you and me alone? It's our little honeymoon as i wrote in my... you know what (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179179306797752866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="219" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/R-AkI5m74iI/AAAAAAAAAHY/GRnfOGEr3uM/s320/DSC00671-edited+copy.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;We bought our favourite Dong Gua Cha from the first day and shopped for our things till it all closes. We went to their famous Tattoo Shop and saw many great works that we saw online after being intrigued by our daily Miami Ink. We were tempted to tattoo but due to the time and the last minute decisions, we decided not to. We went back to our hotel and watched the countdown on tv. Went out when we heard the fireworks and saw abit. Then, we packed our luggage for the last time ): We said we were not going to sleep because it was around 3+am when we were done w all our things. But we still dozed off and woke up frantically ard 5am? LOL. We got ready, took a quick breakfast and got on our tourbus again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Day 8:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;It was a quiet journey on the bus. It was still dark and some were resting whereas I looked out the window at Taiwan. Awww...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Taiwan Airport! I flipped boyfriend's picture so that it looks more even like he's on one side of Mickey and I'm on the other :x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/R-AiDZm74cI/AAAAAAAAAGs/iEgC0ng65p8/s1600-h/DSC00674-edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179177013285216706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/R-AiDZm74cI/AAAAAAAAAGs/iEgC0ng65p8/s320/DSC00674-edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/R-AiDpm74dI/AAAAAAAAAG0/AmcrHZlGPuo/s1600-h/DSC00675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179177017580184018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/R-AiDpm74dI/AAAAAAAAAG0/AmcrHZlGPuo/s320/DSC00675.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt; There, our first flight at 7:10am. The picture I thought would start this entry but it's for the end instead. I star-red our flight. We got on Singapore Airlines again and slept most of the trip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179193445830092018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="221" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/R-Aw_5m75PI/AAAAAAAAANA/xt4W11_CMiA/s320/DSC00673-starred.jpg" width="304" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;It was weird touching down in Sinapore and you feel the warm weather again. But i felt so good/touched/warm when they announced on the plane, "for Singaporeans, welcome Home." *sniffs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;We cabbed to my place first and unpacked our things. This were what we bought, half of which were for others like my family and friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/R-AiD5m74eI/AAAAAAAAAG8/6m3zz-9zMVY/s1600-h/DSC00681-edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179177021875151330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="219" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/R-AiD5m74eI/AAAAAAAAAG8/6m3zz-9zMVY/s320/DSC00681-edit.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I was so not used to the temperature and had a slight sunburn -.- . Ooh ya, we bought tax-free alcohol too (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Okay I'm finally done with the longest entry EVER. It tooked hours :/ Hope I didnt bore you guys out there. This is mostly for close friends, family and my dear victor to read (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179532632314182178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="311" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/R-FlfJuheiI/AAAAAAAAANg/O4mVaWBfVO0/s320/taiwancollage.jpg" width="310" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;One final glance of Taiwan (: Tadah! YAY I did it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I love this trip but of course Im glad to be home. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thank you baby for everything. I mean it, never losing patience on me as I PMS thruout the trip, looking after me all the time and giving in to even to my most ridiculous demands. I appreciate all these. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I love you&lt;/span&gt; and Im glad to start a whole new year with you in my life. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9107990-2224122368550848880?l=shirhurt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/feeds/2224122368550848880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9107990&amp;postID=2224122368550848880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/2224122368550848880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/2224122368550848880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/2008/03/taiwan-trip-on-251207.html' title='Taiwan trip on 25/12/07'/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018118661969724893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/R-AxAJm75QI/AAAAAAAAANI/LU3fdPfsPMw/s72-c/collagefirstday+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107990.post-3685315230532432317</id><published>2008-03-08T08:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T16:38:07.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thankful.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Heya! I chatted with my &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;DEARESTEST old friend Ching&lt;/span&gt; ydae, and alot of thoughts and past feelings resurfaced again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I remembered realizing how fragile a relationship is. How scary it might be when you realized things could just change without warning and before long, disintegrate till there's nothing left. I find that really saddening. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We were so close to the end, and we almost gave up. The seperation did us good and im thankful you realized certain things before we made our hasty choice.&lt;/span&gt; For others who failed to have a happy ending, i&lt;em&gt; feel&lt;/em&gt; for you and pray you'll get someone better. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For us, im so glad things worked out. I would change for the better and I know that you are changing too. I really appreciate it. I'm trying not to think about the scary past anymore and we'll continue on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;With that, we'r going to be &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;happy shalaalaa&lt;/span&gt; everyday again. I love you baby, it's still you after a year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Thank you God, for everything (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;P.s: Taiwan photos are definitely coming up okay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9107990-3685315230532432317?l=shirhurt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/feeds/3685315230532432317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9107990&amp;postID=3685315230532432317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/3685315230532432317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/3685315230532432317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/2008/03/thankful.html' title='thankful.'/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018118661969724893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107990.post-2485391169727152942</id><published>2008-03-01T19:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T03:35:36.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love you, everything's good now.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Everything's fine now. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I hope.&lt;/span&gt; It's getting even better actually. Please dont disappoint me &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/R8hdJgo-ZII/AAAAAAAAAD8/xbEhRRwtKAs/s1600-h/DSC03170-edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172486589997016194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/R8hdJgo-ZII/AAAAAAAAAD8/xbEhRRwtKAs/s200/DSC03170-edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9107990-2485391169727152942?l=shirhurt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/feeds/2485391169727152942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9107990&amp;postID=2485391169727152942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/2485391169727152942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/2485391169727152942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/2008/02/test.html' title='I love you, everything&apos;s good now.'/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018118661969724893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/R8hdJgo-ZII/AAAAAAAAAD8/xbEhRRwtKAs/s72-c/DSC03170-edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107990.post-2086543012723426907</id><published>2008-02-23T19:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T03:26:52.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>maybe this will do us good. and i love you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;maybe this is the best way.&lt;br /&gt;Im willing to keep trying.&lt;br /&gt;and i'll continue hoping.&lt;br /&gt;Just one week. Things might be very different after that. but i hope i never judge wrongly. because i've given my all. because i believe in you. because i believe in us. and most importantly because. i love you so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realized i have stopped blogging about my outings and all happy things since a long time ago. not sure if i should start blogging about those stuff again. There are definitely happy things going on but everytime i come to this dead blog, i think of sad stuff :( hopefully that'll change (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Im a busy busy "sister" today (fri) at my cousin's wedding! It was such a huge eye opener to me to see all these traditonal, cultural stuff. and it was indeed very touching. Tml is part 2 (they have 2 wedding dinners) so im gg to continue to be busy fer awhile. and im gg back to dance tml. i hope i didnt &lt;em&gt;deprove &lt;/em&gt;:/ and i know that this entry is super random so i'll blog another day. goodnight world, im getting my 2 days' worth of rest and sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-it scuks to be sick. with a fever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9107990-2086543012723426907?l=shirhurt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/feeds/2086543012723426907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9107990&amp;postID=2086543012723426907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/2086543012723426907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/2086543012723426907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/2008/02/maybe-this-will-do-us-good-and-i-love.html' title='maybe this will do us good. and i love you.'/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018118661969724893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107990.post-9073014089732416646</id><published>2008-02-18T09:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T17:26:52.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'>am i asking too much?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i just really need somebody there for me. somebody who can take me seriously and not dismiss my worries, my bad dreams just like that. Listen to me, talk to me. there's this constant sadness somewhere deep inside and i dont know how to make it go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am i asking too much?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9107990-9073014089732416646?l=shirhurt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/feeds/9073014089732416646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9107990&amp;postID=9073014089732416646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/9073014089732416646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/9073014089732416646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/2008/02/am-i-asking-too-much.html' title='am i asking too much?'/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018118661969724893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107990.post-363640775949409602</id><published>2008-02-15T13:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T02:26:21.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy v-day and HAPPY ONE YEAR!</title><content type='html'>headache. What's going to be my career 5 years down the road? I would like to stop thinking about Uni applications. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know im totally digressing, but &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy V-Day people&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! (: and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;appy One Year to my babylove&lt;/span&gt;. We have such a cliche-d anniversary date. and time &lt;strong&gt;really&lt;/strong&gt; flies. HOLYCOW it's been a year. okay don't feel like walking down the memory lane today so i wont reminisce. Im just looking forward to our actual celebration after ur papers and my cousin's wedding. hmm. Hope the camp-out happens. alrighty, much loves to the world (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-it's always 9pm in our world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9107990-363640775949409602?l=shirhurt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/feeds/363640775949409602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9107990&amp;postID=363640775949409602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/363640775949409602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/363640775949409602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-v-day-and-happy-one-year.html' title='happy v-day and HAPPY ONE YEAR!'/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018118661969724893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107990.post-6174783458999708100</id><published>2008-02-13T17:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T01:16:13.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'>miss your sweetness.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i miss your simple &lt;em&gt;callings&lt;/em&gt;. don't you realize you dont use 'em anymore? the msn chats, pictures, nicks or comments. i miss 'em all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;screw such thinking. -slaps self-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9107990-6174783458999708100?l=shirhurt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/feeds/6174783458999708100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9107990&amp;postID=6174783458999708100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/6174783458999708100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/6174783458999708100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/2008/02/miss-your-sweetness.html' title='miss your sweetness.'/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018118661969724893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107990.post-5993607681687936046</id><published>2008-02-08T17:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T01:59:12.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>finishing poly...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/R6s8alBUtAI/AAAAAAAAADc/9oool4lcmw0/s1600-h/life+-+152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164287825022333954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="196" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/R6s8alBUtAI/AAAAAAAAADc/9oool4lcmw0/s320/life+-+152.jpg" width="281" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;That's our last project. We had a gathering outside RTRC last monday to hand up our final assignment. Which means, i've graduated... &lt;strong&gt;I've graduated?!&lt;/strong&gt; Aw... that's real real real fast. 3 years, just like that. i am &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; not keen to get to my next birthday because i'll hit 2 already. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Anyws, i rem daniel shouting to Sarah, Yann and I when we were in school for the final time on Monday to hand in our 2nd last project. He said, "Hey, it's over!" and we shouted "IT'S OVER!!!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Yeah, it was that loud in school at the middle of Np "Orchard Road". Rather invigorating, actually. But now when i think of school, step into school or meet up w my ech clique, I think of things in terms of "the last time we step into school as a poly np student/ the last time we have lessons as a poly np student/ the last time we hang out in town after school/ the last time we sing kbox...." Sigh. Im such a sentimental ol' fuddy daddy. er, lady. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Things are definitely going to change. I still rememberly clearly back in Year 1, when we first got to know who our classmates are. The teacher was saying "well look around. like it or not, these are your classmates for the next 3 years" GOSH. It's like a movie with the caption underneath - 3 Years Later. 3 years just gone by like that. Im going to miss a lot of things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I'm going to miss the feeling of waking up late and hurrying, thinking of what to wear, cabbing to school. I'm going to miss the feeling of reaching school late and sliding into class and gossiping w my mates. Im going to miss buying Honey Red Bubble Tea w pearl &amp;amp; jelly + nuggets w my mates. Im even going to miss presentations w my mates (we've done every presentation really well, havent we? except maybe fer OB...). Im going to miss going out to Vivo during 3 hr lunch breaks or our Friday after-school Vivo days. Im going to miss our hundreds of sleepovers to finish projects. Eeks. I miss so many things already. ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/R6s8a1BUtBI/AAAAAAAAADk/5EbnY2MCYlY/s1600-h/sweet+november+-+086-.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164287829317301266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="294" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/R6s8a1BUtBI/AAAAAAAAADk/5EbnY2MCYlY/s320/sweet+november+-+086-.jpg" width="213" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/R6s7qFBUs-I/AAAAAAAAADM/tQ_TwxmeRTs/s1600-h/life+-+152.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Above all, i'm going to miss all of you guys. Nique, Sarah, Ange. We've been a clique since year1 and we've learnt to accomodate each other. I can't imagine what poly life would be like w/o you guys. It's been fun bullying nique. HAHA. but as you know, bullying you is our way of showing that we love you! Alicia and Yann. We've been part of a clique but actually only got closer in Year 3. IEP drew us together and now im glad to have you guys, er girls, with us (:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;There are so many of you wonderful people in ECH too. my dearest same working style girl, syafiqah. Your random notes and smses are really sweet, i'll miss you too! (: Daniel, thanks for always being there to talk and entertain (: Jacob for all my queries about projects and cracks about height (: Ok I can't possibly name everybody. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Now why am i sounding like &lt;em&gt;I'm closing a chapter in my life&lt;/em&gt;? We'll be going off to be doing different things, i know. But we'll still keep in contact. We'll still meet up and sing kbox, stare at ppl and comment, gossip, drink, mahjong together. Maybe the time spent is lesser but I wldnt want to lose contact. I mean, you guys would sure miss me a lot so you know... ahha :/ We'll all turn out great and there definitely will be a gathering at Ange's wedding! tee-hee. Few years later, Nique might be in Business or rather doing your break lining for ships. Lol. Ange will be a teacher w a family! Alicia might be majoring in Art therapy, Yann your air stewarding? or maybe working alongside Sarah and I, though i have no idea what we will be doing. but Sarah, you'll get a career la dont worry. haha. i forgot our Xiaoxiao. She'll be a tai-tai. lol. Maybe in 5 years time i wld be thinking back on this day and &lt;strong&gt;wondering about how 5 years went by that fast&lt;/strong&gt;. what a creepy thought. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Anyw, i've been ranting for so long now. I guess the future holds many surprises for us. It's &lt;em&gt;scary&lt;/em&gt; but exciting at the same time. Im sure we'll all turn out great and be friends till the end. I'll miss spending every weekday with you girls :( Let's meet up often and please, take care. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I love you guys (:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;and all the kids that have been taught by us, you taught us alot.&lt;/span&gt; ECH has been a great experience and now i need to look fer a new direction. A gap year? NUS? No idea as of now. We'll see. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Im thankful to have my family, my boy, my 17385 and many others who have accompanied me thus far.&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; I am so &lt;strong&gt;blessed&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;Love (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/R6s7qlBUs_I/AAAAAAAAADU/3WW_tPK7S2A/s1600-h/sweet+november+-+086-.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Send me all the photos we took! I only have this 2 for like, the whole of year 3? Im exaggerating. and i didnt upload mine too. hahs (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9107990-5993607681687936046?l=shirhurt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/feeds/5993607681687936046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9107990&amp;postID=5993607681687936046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/5993607681687936046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/5993607681687936046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/2008/02/finishing-poly.html' title='finishing poly...'/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018118661969724893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/R6s8alBUtAI/AAAAAAAAADc/9oool4lcmw0/s72-c/life+-+152.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107990.post-1261581767341294828</id><published>2008-02-03T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T04:48:32.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hope hope hope</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm tired. &lt;em&gt;There are too many smiles on false pretence. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hope things change for the better soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9107990-1261581767341294828?l=shirhurt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/feeds/1261581767341294828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9107990&amp;postID=1261581767341294828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/1261581767341294828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/1261581767341294828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/2008/02/hope-hope-hope.html' title='hope hope hope'/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018118661969724893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107990.post-8771343587736244774</id><published>2008-02-02T18:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T02:25:34.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dont give up.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;note to self:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;don't give up, shirley.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;i don't know where you've gone to anymore.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9107990-8771343587736244774?l=shirhurt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/feeds/8771343587736244774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9107990&amp;postID=8771343587736244774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/8771343587736244774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/8771343587736244774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/2008/02/dont-give-up.html' title='dont give up.'/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018118661969724893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107990.post-8906854304124792764</id><published>2008-01-31T09:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T17:15:41.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>let loose. mika, happy ending.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I love this song by Mika. but it's rather sad, especially if it's your story. hopefully it's not mine. ahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;over with the projects and tests, im &lt;em&gt;ready to let loose&lt;/em&gt;. ok except for one more final report and class on thursday. then im a poly graduate. gosh. all ECH ppl sld give themselves a good pat on e back for coming thus far. As for the future, Im not sure where im heading. but i hope it's somewhere nice, happy, rewarding and relaxing all at the same time. with good company by my side. sigh. Dislike changes, but i know they're neccessary. &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 sometimes wish we could stay on like this everyday, at the happiest period in our lives. at this age, with my family, bf, and friends, in school and being the silly lil teenagers we are. yaaa... but that's not really possible. Let's move on happily then. Let's party and embrace life, plus all our loved ones around us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please, god. I just want everything to be great like before.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mika - Happy Ending.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;This is the way you left me,&lt;br /&gt;I'm not pretending.&lt;br /&gt;No hope, no love, no glory,&lt;br /&gt;No Happy Ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake up in the morning,&lt;br /&gt;stumble on my life&lt;br /&gt;Can't get no love without sacrifice&lt;br /&gt;If anything should happen,&lt;br /&gt;I guess I wish you well&lt;br /&gt;A little bit of heaven,&lt;br /&gt;but a little bit of hell. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;This is the hardest story&lt;br /&gt;that I've ever told&lt;br /&gt;No hope, or love, or glory&lt;br /&gt;Happy endings gone forever more&lt;br /&gt;I feel as if I'm wastin'&lt;br /&gt;And I'm wastin' everyday.  &lt;/p&gt;This is the way you left me,&lt;br /&gt;I'm not pretending.&lt;br /&gt;No hope, no love, no glory,&lt;br /&gt;No Happy Ending.&lt;br /&gt;This is the way that we love,&lt;br /&gt;Like it's forever.&lt;br /&gt;Then live the rest of our life,&lt;br /&gt;But not together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 o'clock in the morning,&lt;br /&gt;something's on my mind&lt;br /&gt;Can't get no rest;&lt;br /&gt;keep walkin' around&lt;br /&gt;If I pretend that nothin' ever went wrong,&lt;br /&gt;I can get to my sleep I can think that we just carried on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the hardest story&lt;br /&gt;that I've ever told&lt;br /&gt;No hope, or love, or glory&lt;br /&gt;Happy endings gone forever more&lt;br /&gt;I feel as if I'm wastin'&lt;br /&gt;And I'm wastin' everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the way you left me,&lt;br /&gt;I'm not pretending.&lt;br /&gt;No hope, no love, no glory,&lt;br /&gt;No Happy Ending.&lt;br /&gt;This is the way that we love,&lt;br /&gt;Like it's forever.&lt;br /&gt;Then live the rest of our life,&lt;br /&gt;But not together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Little bit of love, little bit of love&lt;br /&gt;Little bit of love, little bit of love [ repeat ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel as if I'm wastin' And I'm wastin' everyday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;... and it keeps repeating. ar, what a sad story. Maybe i sldnt like the song so much. hah. bye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9107990-8906854304124792764?l=shirhurt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/feeds/8906854304124792764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9107990&amp;postID=8906854304124792764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/8906854304124792764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/8906854304124792764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/2008/01/let-loose-mika-happy-ending.html' title='let loose. mika, happy ending.'/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018118661969724893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107990.post-6516397890559044829</id><published>2008-01-27T06:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T14:37:43.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'>losing control. breakdown.</title><content type='html'>i need to drink, get drunk, go crazy and shout it all out. Maybe then, i'll be fine. and be able to move on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant wait for the assignments to end. I need that one night of craziness. Im suffocating. I dont know what to do. I hate how things are now. I hate certain people. I hate that im paranoid. I hate my bad dreams. I hate myself crying. I hate that im not strong enough. I hate it that im losing control. I hate that im breaking down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was i wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to find a confidante. and a shoulder to lean on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9107990-6516397890559044829?l=shirhurt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/feeds/6516397890559044829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9107990&amp;postID=6516397890559044829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/6516397890559044829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/6516397890559044829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/2008/01/losing-control-breakdown.html' title='losing control. breakdown.'/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018118661969724893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107990.post-1757623461580483553</id><published>2008-01-24T18:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T02:07:54.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'>heartbreak.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Please, let me get through this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-emotional upheaval&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9107990-1757623461580483553?l=shirhurt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/1757623461580483553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/1757623461580483553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/2008/01/heartbreak.html' title='heartbreak.'/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018118661969724893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107990.post-348983860838618066</id><published>2008-01-23T18:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T03:00:32.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>love my friends too (and my boy)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;guilt trip, guilt trip. no la, im not guilty cause i still love all my friends. tee-hee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;We have all been busy, like really busy that it's not an excuse to not meet up. It's really so stressful and tiring. my mind can't stop working. All the assignments are &lt;strong&gt;taking its toll on me&lt;/strong&gt;. Year 3 for us ECH people is really crazy. Thats way too much to do in such a short period of time. What are you trying to do, suffocate us? We will take it out on your children! hyuks. But don't worry because i think only about 15% of ECH people would actually be in this teaching line...... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I was initially really sad to be graduating but now i cant wait to get this over with. But i guess when it's over, I would look back and start missing these days in poly. awww. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Wait. this entry is supposed to be for my friends. and im droning on and on again. Haha. Im sorry yea, we'll all meet up real soon! (but im so happy to see you guys ard school even fer a few mins. hehs) please take care of your health now! It scuks to be sick :( SEE YA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;but i still want to say i love my botak-now-curly-hair boy too (if not later he also jealous. as if. lol. [what lousy English] ) (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9107990-348983860838618066?l=shirhurt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/348983860838618066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/348983860838618066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/2008/01/love-my-friends-too-and-my-boy.html' title='love my friends too (and my boy)'/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018118661969724893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107990.post-6639124249554567761</id><published>2008-01-15T19:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T03:28:07.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'>graduating soon!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;HELLO. i swear this is the worst blog ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I've been trying to set up a new one somewhere else, but it's like er, 10% done? Time just seem to really fly when you're in your 17s 18s and 19s huh (thats your age)? It's just starting to dawn on me that im in poly and now &lt;strong&gt;im GRADUATING&lt;/strong&gt;?!!! In approximately 3weeks! That is too frigging fast. All my major project 2s are not even in the midst of finishing yet and i have nooooo idea what im gonna do after poly. i sure hope that there are a lot of others on the same page w me. (But i do know that somehow, im ready to move on to my next phase of life because i cant seem to be bothered much about school anymore :()&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I've been CABBING TO SCHOOL for EVERY SINGLE DAY since this term started. Almost everyday too for the 2 mths of the previous term. I just cant seem to get up on time and im so used to cabbing. Now it's great to cab because of the fare increase, there are lesser ppl taking cab and thus, so many cabs ard! no traffic jam most of the time! But i still go to every class a good half hour late. Sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I didnt set any 2008 New Year Resolutions. and i dont feel that it's a new year. i keep saying "next year, im gonna.." only to get corrected that it's "this year" already. I guess it's cause i wasnt ard in Singapore to celeb the start of a new year. It feels weird. OH YEAH. didnt blog about &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;TaiWan&lt;/span&gt;. What's new right, i dn blog about anything these days. -coughs- If i get ard to doing it, i'll post some pictures for my 8day trip to Taiwan (: Maybe i sld set some New Year Resolutions thou it's rather late... but i think i give up for the cabbing. since theres only a few weeks left, i can just cab my way thru right? tee-hee (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;OC season one is on rerun now. it's 320am. im bored. oh ya TODAY 14/01/08 is a special day. it's the &lt;strong&gt;11th month&lt;/strong&gt; now. seems like yesterday that i've just known you. This is the month we first travelled together (: im sure there'll be more t come.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i love you boyfriend!&lt;/span&gt; (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9107990-6639124249554567761?l=shirhurt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/feeds/6639124249554567761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9107990&amp;postID=6639124249554567761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/6639124249554567761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/6639124249554567761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/2008/01/graduating-soon.html' title='graduating soon!'/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018118661969724893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107990.post-3744149483771040023</id><published>2007-12-25T18:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T02:00:48.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>taiwan tml!</title><content type='html'>im leaving in less than 10 hours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;such a weird feeling. I anticipate yet im scared. ya it's my first time gg overseas :x besides like, JB la :/ and its fer ten days w/o my family members. its really quite freaky. im gg to be stayin in like 6 diff hotels. but i have my family photo w me! ok im the kind who will really miss home and my family a lot even if i go fer camps. so....... ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope my frens are having a great Christmas celebration and have another great one on the first day of the new year. i'll miss you guys and you know you will too! please take care!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not forgetting you, my dearest. i love you sweets. im sorry for being such a pesky gf lately. but you know you love me too. HAH. (: im gg to put my facemask and sleep alr! (if i can get to slp)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tsk. such a pointless entry. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9107990-3744149483771040023?l=shirhurt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/feeds/3744149483771040023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9107990&amp;postID=3744149483771040023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/3744149483771040023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/3744149483771040023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/2007/12/taiwan-tml.html' title='taiwan tml!'/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018118661969724893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107990.post-3943283300544744903</id><published>2007-12-23T09:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T17:46:37.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taiwan soon, end of 2007.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hello! im back for an entry after missing out for such a looooooong time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;School has been busy, busy, busy as it's my final lap! Gosh, im graduating in like 2 months? Now we're rushing all our final projects, missing out on sleep. so i don't blame you if you dont recognize the panda-like me. It's actually our 2-week break now and time to do our assignments. im trying to rush 'em as i have about TWO DAYS left! because....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;im leaving for Taiwan on Tue!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;yep, Christmas :( all the way till the 1st day of 2008. that makes it ten full days. SHOPPING and relaxation! Im gg w my boooyyyfriend and his family (including aunties, cousins, the works). Im &lt;strong&gt;sure&lt;/strong&gt; going to miss my family la &lt;strong&gt;:( &lt;/strong&gt;my dear friends too. Wont be able to celebrate Xmas and e start of the year like we used to. MUST MISS ME OKAY! im gg back to my assignments so that i have time to pack my luggage on Monday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;God Bless and see you guys NEXT YEAR! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;*it makes me kind of sad to know that another year's coming to an end again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9107990-3943283300544744903?l=shirhurt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/3943283300544744903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/3943283300544744903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/2007/12/taiwan-soon-end-of-2007.html' title='Taiwan soon, end of 2007.'/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018118661969724893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107990.post-1566052696154851258</id><published>2007-11-02T16:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T01:06:49.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tweet</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;i just dont seem to have the time to blog these days ): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;school's started fer 3 weeks and im still trying to settle into my routine. so far it's been taxi taxi taxi to school, gettin into class half an hour late each day. im still working part-time but just 2 days a week. i...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;am hungry right now. i go find something to eat first (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;(yes, im still that junkfooder with ulcers)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;and i will continue blogging next time ok. i know im not convincing at all. lols.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;btw, it's been 8months. there were a lot of ups and downs but we survived. love you tweetheart (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9107990-1566052696154851258?l=shirhurt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/feeds/1566052696154851258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9107990&amp;postID=1566052696154851258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/1566052696154851258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/1566052696154851258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/2007/11/tweet.html' title='tweet'/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018118661969724893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107990.post-9120715137642971306</id><published>2007-10-05T16:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T16:51:03.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'>paracetemol.</title><content type='html'>im addicted to paracetamol, otherwise known as Panadol extra. it relieves my frequent headaches and im afraid im coming to rely on it more and more. i know it's bad, but i can't stop popping 'em to make me feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i never knew i could hurt so bad.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9107990-9120715137642971306?l=shirhurt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/feeds/9120715137642971306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9107990&amp;postID=9120715137642971306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/9120715137642971306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/9120715137642971306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/2007/10/paracetemol.html' title='paracetemol.'/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018118661969724893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107990.post-8667559518217032786</id><published>2007-09-27T06:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T15:57:20.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'>miss the kiddos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i reaaaaly miss my kiddos alot. Now i know they miss me alot too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;since my attachment ended, whenever im around cck/yewtee, i would be looking around for little people w the familiar uniforms or faces. i do spot some of the children once in awhile but mostly from other classes. i still miss my k1 the most :( i saw ziyi the second time at lot1 2 days back and i squat down to talk to her. she was so shy! As we were talking halfway, she...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;lunged over and hugged me! it was totally unexpected and her mom let out a surprised gasp too. lol. awww..... i &lt;strong&gt;cannot&lt;/strong&gt; forget that scene. So the mummy was telling me i'm her favourite teacher and if im working part-time and how is Ziyi in school. then i told my lil girl that i wld pop by the centre and i guess her mom mistook it as i wld go back and teach. She said "you better go back! it's her last year!" After one final big hug, we bid our goodbyes while she kept turning back to look at me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;arrrrrrrrrrr. i miss them so much. i miss my chua chengyi alot :((&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9107990-8667559518217032786?l=shirhurt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/feeds/8667559518217032786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9107990&amp;postID=8667559518217032786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/8667559518217032786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/8667559518217032786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/2007/09/miss-kiddos.html' title='miss the kiddos'/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018118661969724893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107990.post-1555797804152793968</id><published>2007-09-21T16:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T01:58:40.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>navel pierced!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;oh no. i've been mia-ing again haven't i? but well, here's the 2nd thing i wanted to blog about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&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:#cccccc;"&gt;i've got it! no it's not contagious. ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i mean, i've got my &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;navel pierced&lt;/span&gt; (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/RvPysJi0ttI/AAAAAAAAADE/UhNMJ8Y-twk/s1600-h/navel+stud.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112696842285790930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/RvPysJi0ttI/AAAAAAAAADE/UhNMJ8Y-twk/s200/navel+stud.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;You can't see it clearly, but it's actually&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;turquoise&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;in colour and very shiny (: the stud is kind of big for my little navel&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;though. Not knowing much about it, i went for the piercing at &lt;strong&gt;Heeren's Body Decor&lt;/strong&gt;. and the piercer didnt tell me much too. i didnt know that a small navel is not v.suitable for piercing and that i sld have chosen a smaller stud. i didnt know how to take care of the pierced navel, what im supposed to expect. i came out of the shop feeling like wow, the piercer's good cause the piercing was done quite fast. but the next few days when it swelled and itched and hurt, i thought the piercer sld have told me a little of what to expect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Anyw, it's much better now except for the occasional pain when i stretch it or wear funny clothing that brushes my navel often. oh ya i got it done exactly a month ago. It wasnt a fashion statement or what (like i can show it off with my high navel. i wld have to wear a bikini out everyday -.-), just something i've wanted to try since the start of poly. Now that i've got it, it's like okay.... so &lt;em&gt;now&lt;/em&gt; what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Seriously, i feel that it's the aftermath thats uncomfortable. i have to clean it often and it feels quite vulnerable. i was afraid of infection :x and abstained from seafood for 2wks+ (ah! the agony.) Since my navel is really small, the stud moves up and down when i stand and sit and it was really uncomfortable the day i pierced. i felt like taking it out the next day :( , then scratch my tummy w all my might. LOL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;The piercing process was done first&lt;strong&gt; by clamping my skin and tightening it a few times&lt;/strong&gt; to numb it. (That was already painful for me what with my level negative10 threshold of pain :( ) Then, the piercer said she wld leave me to it for &lt;em&gt;awhile&lt;/em&gt; and the "awhile" was 5secs and this excruciating pain surged through me. GAH. i thought she tightened it another time but she said "okay, now i just have to put in the stud." So the fat needle was through. GREAT. All this took about 5mins?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Yep, so that was my navel piercing experience. Doesnt seem like a big deal at all now. Pardon me for my weird sentence structure or spelling mistakes today. im awfully sleepy. i thought i wld just pop in a picture and a line but as usual i blabbered non-stop. it's not interesting i know, but the lazy me's thinking "&lt;em&gt;at least i've got this entry done&lt;/em&gt;". tee-hee. till next time, love (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;-i don't know why my paragraphs are joined tgt :( i hoped the colour coding makes for better reading?&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/9107990-1555797804152793968?l=shirhurt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/feeds/1555797804152793968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9107990&amp;postID=1555797804152793968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/1555797804152793968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/1555797804152793968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/2007/09/navel-pierced.html' title='navel pierced!'/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018118661969724893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/RvPysJi0ttI/AAAAAAAAADE/UhNMJ8Y-twk/s72-c/navel+stud.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107990.post-654299970140179792</id><published>2007-09-04T18:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T03:23:33.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'>forget it</title><content type='html'>came in, typed a line and erased it. some things are better left &lt;em&gt;unblogged&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9107990-654299970140179792?l=shirhurt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/feeds/654299970140179792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9107990&amp;postID=654299970140179792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/654299970140179792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/654299970140179792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/2007/09/forget-it.html' title='forget it'/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018118661969724893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107990.post-5924189786641125075</id><published>2007-08-26T05:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T05:39:51.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nails and attachment post</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101992324252691106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 278px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 189px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="198" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/Rs3q_MXZ6qI/AAAAAAAAABM/7-YErQZKu4s/s320/Naily.jpg" width="283" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;my nails now. i uploaded it because... i feel like it. tee-hee. PRETTY ANOT?! let me go on to describe my nails...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;riiigggghhhtt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;okay i know i've successfully abandoned my blog again, but i swear i didnt do it on purpose. thanks to those who still check my blog every now and then. MWAH. lol. there'e a few things i'll sure blog about but havent had e chance to do so. 3 posts that is. Meanwhile, here's one. like finally (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The Attachment Post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;it took me such a sickeningly long time to get all these photos ready here that i went to sleep after doing so yesterday. First thing i want to say is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I MISS MY KIDS!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:(((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Attachment was tiring with all the lesson plans, learning corners and supervision. The workload is crazy for that itty-bitty amount of time. it's like from the first moment you hear which centre you're allocated to, you have all these work waiting for you already. okay maybe i didnt start to do early enough but still. it can't even compared with those crazy projects in year 1 and 2 when we rush the many projects fer months. im sure i wont be able to get a higher GPA this sem. heck, i won't even dream of it. it's going to be hard to even attain my usual 3.1 or 3.2. Only 3 modules, 2 of which the projects scuked, the other is my Field Practicum (attachment) and i barely passed my supervision. All my hard work on the Learning Corners for nothing. SIGH. GRRFH. i dont like the supervisior. :((( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Anyw, i hope our comments help make it better for the next batch of students. Yes &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Abby&lt;/span&gt;, year 3 is tiring. haha, but it's not that scary la. Especially attachment. i remember thinking "OMG. i cant imagine from next week onwards i'll be going to the centre everyday! 9am to 6pm!" and the next thing i know, Attachment is OVER. Of course, i was relieved to finally have my long-deserved break but i really really miss my kids. after knowing them since year 2 and being with them everyday fer the past few months, they've really grown on me. i shall drop by the centre soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;my K1! &lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101992328547658418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="291" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/Rs3q_cXZ6rI/AAAAAAAAABU/9kgDSViMm9A/s320/collage2.jpg" width="301" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;There's my cheeky microphone Chengyi, ninja turtle boy Silas, rocker boy Edric, indian-chinese Yeyu, smug-smile Yuwen, husky-voice Xuan Loke and my dear Wen Xuan, who always always call for "Miss Shirley". Guess which description belongs to which child? (ok &lt;em&gt;maybe&lt;/em&gt; this is silly) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Other classes! Playgroup, N1, N2 and K2. &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/Rs3sCMXZ6vI/AAAAAAAAAB0/na6WcfVKIvI/s1600-h/collage1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101993475303926514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="305" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/Rs3sCMXZ6vI/AAAAAAAAAB0/na6WcfVKIvI/s320/collage1.jpg" width="306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;1)Quiet Roujing who moodswings often and tells me "wo you liang ge shou pa" = i have 2 hankerchiefs and is the sister of Yuwen. 2)Ultra cute and handsome Lucas Tee who sleeps on a snoopy w woodstock mattress cover 3) Jionghao who looks like Edison and asks the CUTEST questions. i absolutely have to elaborate on him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;HaoHao likes to ask questions like "&lt;strong&gt;eh ni... ni... ni zai na li zuo she mou?&lt;/strong&gt;" Most of the time you would not be able to to answer him as he asks even when you are &lt;strong&gt;sitting down not doing anything&lt;/strong&gt;. If you say "yo zai zuo zhu", he will say "ni... ni... ni wei she mou zuo zhu?" HAHA. Then one day i burst out loud when i was wearing clothes for the playgroup chn and he came by, stood beside me and asked,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"wo... wo zai zhe li zuo she mou?"&lt;/span&gt; (note that it is WO = I)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;HAHA. and after calming down, i replied:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"wo na li zhi dao ni zai zhe li zuo she mou?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;another incident was when i sat beside him during tea-time. HaoHao was holding his bread and eating and suddenly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"ni bang wo na zhu, wo yao gai yan jing"&lt;/span&gt; = you help me hold, i want to cover my eyes. &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;so i asked why he wanted to cover his eyes and his reply was:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"wo... wo yao gai yan jing ying wei wo yao Ku Ma. wo yao Mummy suo yi wo yao Ku Ma"&lt;/span&gt; = i... i want to cover my eyes because i want to cry ma. i want Mummy so i want to cry ma"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHA. okay. Typically kids do NOT do that. When they miss their mummy they'll just start crying and not say "hey, help me take my bread first so i can cover my eyes and start crying" Geddit? Erm.. haha. hope you understand what im trying to depict. But it's really super funny if you're at e scene.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;ok back to picture 4)Baby Rhys w his military dad and dirty bolster 5&amp;6)Baby LeVonn with the ah ma laugh and LV stiched on her shirt then CLarrisa, Kaiwen and Huanghui and Nicholas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;2 collages up there but i have 2 other pictures i simply have to put up by themselves. My sweet Julia looking so model in here:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101992345727527650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 279px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 195px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="211" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/Rs3rAcXZ6uI/AAAAAAAAABs/IK3IXNzrV8Y/s320/Image002.jpg" width="295" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;my dearest Mr Chua Chengyiiiiiiii:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101993492483795730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 276px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 207px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="223" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/Rs3sDMXZ6xI/AAAAAAAAACE/E_F36YKwIig/s320/C+chengyi.jpg" width="302" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;You see, they're smiling SO happily because they &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;love me&lt;/span&gt; and my lessons. my Learning Corners on Fruits too! my Fruitery Restaurant in the Home Corner was a hit with them. tee-hee. self-praise!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101999342229252978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="239" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/Rs3xXsXZ63I/AAAAAAAAAC0/VtrKW8MI10Q/s320/collage.jpg" width="304" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;some other photos of the adorable playgroup kids. (playgroup = 1yr+ to 2yr olds)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101999350819187586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="227" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/Rs3xYMXZ64I/AAAAAAAAAC8/DW9fWL0Rwag/s320/Centre+levonn.jpg" width="299" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;i can tell that Le Vonn is VERY happy holding the 2 korkors hands. Love her Ah Ma laugh. HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Lucas Tee being shy on camera!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101995579837901666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="199" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/Rs3t8sXZ62I/AAAAAAAAACs/afeULXbYz7c/s200/C+lucas.jpg" width="150" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101994188268497746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 198px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 149px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="129" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/Rs3srsXZ61I/AAAAAAAAACk/CuNig1cWJuk/s200/Cen+luc.jpg" width="186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Er... i've distorted this picture a bit i think. sorry my dear lucatin your face might nt be e usual shape (: lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;yep, that's about it. it's really time to say goodbye to them after the 200+ hours at the centre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101993496778763042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 203px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="214" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/Rs3sDcXZ6yI/AAAAAAAAACM/SLB4X3m0-cY/s320/Closure.jpg" width="299" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;My goodie bags for them... aw....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;but but... i really miss them &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. :( especially my clingy Chengyiiii. ARRR. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101993505368697650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/Rs3sD8XZ6zI/AAAAAAAAACU/V-WKQ5lFnHg/s320/C+edric.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;That's him with rocker boy Edric behind. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;................................................................&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;On a side note, i've slacked off 3 weeks of my holiday already. all i have accomplished is the first picture up there. jia lat anot? it's time to plan properly what i want to accomplish by the end of this holiday before it flies by again. oh, actually i've done another thing. something that i've wanted to do fer about 2yrs plus now. hehs. that will definitely be my next entry. and it'll be soon! If you believe me. haha. goodnight! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;~*and after all, you're my wonderwall*~&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/9107990-5924189786641125075?l=shirhurt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/feeds/5924189786641125075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9107990&amp;postID=5924189786641125075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/5924189786641125075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/5924189786641125075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/2007/08/nails-and-attachment-post.html' title='Nails and attachment post'/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018118661969724893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/Rs3q_MXZ6qI/AAAAAAAAABM/7-YErQZKu4s/s72-c/Naily.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107990.post-2147714910622491446</id><published>2007-08-08T15:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T15:34:17.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new videos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;finally changed my videos too. at &lt;strong&gt;1:53&lt;/strong&gt; of the first video i begin to tear. the part bout the old man.. :( you can double-click on the video to view full screen den u can see the time status at the bottom of it. err.. understand? ok nvm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;i think nobody visits my blog anymore because they think it's dead :( maybe i sld come up w an imaginary-blog-reader-friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9107990-2147714910622491446?l=shirhurt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/feeds/2147714910622491446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9107990&amp;postID=2147714910622491446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095886198151923890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="218" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/Rrg5f4CpSLI/AAAAAAAAABE/99eamynDabE/s320/IMG_3126.JPG" width="301" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello world! i'm back! finally my long awaited break is heree (: all the sleepless nights, dreams of attachment and work, over! let me relax fer a bit first and i will be back fer more updates (i hope)! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;tee-hee. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;so happy&lt;/span&gt; now. let's celebrate w tons of fattening food!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9107990-5984881038314082309?l=shirhurt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; stress&lt;/span&gt;. i usually have a plan and follow it so i dont stress. stressed so hard i got a throbbing headache and went to the doctor's just now and skipped attachment. i thought, at least i cld skip today and finish my work. no choice but got to skip training this week (except fer thurs) as well. now i have to go training everyday cause of the full rehearsal of which item i havent really learnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;calm down, Shirley. i shall &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;try &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;not to stress again. but it's kind of hard. i just feel like shouting out obscenities and go to sleep after that. wasnt disciplined enough this time. bad Shirley. did not expect a performance to sprout out from nowhere but im not going to give up that. will not give up my studies too. i just got to find a balance and think w a clear mind. i mean, &lt;strong&gt;i can do it.&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;em&gt;right?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sorry i dont have time fer anything else now besides my work and training. my mind's exploding already, be careful not to step on a piece of it if you happen to stumble on it on your way home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9107990-7638097621280853687?l=shirhurt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/feeds/7638097621280853687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9107990&amp;postID=7638097621280853687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/7638097621280853687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/7638097621280853687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/2007/07/so-stressed.html' title='so stressed'/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018118661969724893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107990.post-2372658253163859830</id><published>2007-07-09T09:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T18:07:03.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;my weekend is gone. just like that. with a fever, and tears on my pillow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9107990-2372658253163859830?l=shirhurt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/feeds/2372658253163859830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9107990&amp;postID=2372658253163859830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/2372658253163859830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/2372658253163859830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-weekend-is-gone.html' title=''/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018118661969724893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107990.post-2875432731060833926</id><published>2007-07-09T08:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T17:12:25.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whatever happened?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i dint even have time to feel happy over my birthday and im unhappy again. heck, it's just 4 days after my birthday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i hate this feeling. whatever happened to my long awaiting happy weekend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-n i feel like i have no one else left to turn to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9107990-2875432731060833926?l=shirhurt.blogspot.com' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107990.post-3345907402886292260</id><published>2007-06-10T02:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T02:41:48.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'>into puking. be glad you're healthy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;and now im 41kg exactly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;sigh. i guess im not recovering from my stomach flu yet. my constant diarrhoea-s have just changed to feelings of puking. like every other second. no im not pregnant w a cute lil monster. ya after i eat i just feel nauseous and i have to keep telling myself it's not in the mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;it's scary though, i began to doubt myself. after 1 whole day being this way (feel like puking and &lt;strong&gt;want &lt;/strong&gt;to puke cause i think i wld feel better after it), i got&lt;em&gt; really &lt;/em&gt;scared. if it's in e mind.. MAN. who knows how long it's going to stay. and i'll be like semi-crazy. i was afraid im becoming anorexic just now when i stood in a toilet cubicle halfway through my delipotato, gagging. but phew? im not. cause i really did puke. like everything i ate again. e bit of delipotato i had and a sausage waffle. swoosh. all out in a BK plastic bag (hyuk hyuk. now when you takeaway at Burger King, you'll feel just that little grossed-out ..). i shall spare you all the cute details.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;this feel-like-puking feeling &lt;strong&gt;scuks&lt;/strong&gt;. even more than e diarrhoea. &lt;strong&gt;sigh.&lt;/strong&gt; i dont know how to make myself feel better. &lt;strong&gt;i cant eat all the food i want to eat.&lt;/strong&gt; i tell you,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;i'm craving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;im craving wanton mee with the fried wantons from BukitBatok, the fried wantons from Bugis, potato gratin, cereal prawn, ice monster's mango sherbet, paddle pop, chocolate ice cream, potato chips, chocolate, frosted cereal, chips more and basically all other unhealthy and junk food. (like that how to do 6 lesson plans on the theme: "Healthy Eating" for my kids in the centre?) but i &lt;strong&gt;cant eat&lt;/strong&gt; all of those. normally when i'm sick, mummy buys me the wanton mee. now she says it's oily and fried, i can't eat it. starchy stuff too cause it's hard to digest. and to tell the truth, im afraid to eat anything else too in fear of feeling worse than i already do. and when i feel like puking i dont feel like eating anything too. simply the thought grosses me out. so i can eat basically 3 &lt;strong&gt;three &lt;/strong&gt;things:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;congee. porridge. zhou1. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;ya. these THREE. and they all come out of my system almost immed too. just that they dont have so much side effects. how pathetic can?!! .. and that i can type 3paragraphs+ just about it?! I HATEEEE IT. really, Stomach Flu, i scorn you. despise you. look at you with contempt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ok no really i love you please go away.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;ya. did a track event for NationalHealthGroup at ACJC today. going j.e then to nique's place fer project tml. till monday if my stomach allows. reschedule make-up session w mentor to tue and wed. friday 2 major projects due-(what are they about again?). sat event. 1 word. busy.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;im tired. im sick. but im just glad im having my break from the daily centre visits. correction for last entry, besides it being the time you MISS your home, bed the most, it is also when you APPRECIATE your home, bed and freedom the most. ya. i love my bed *kisskiss*. now all i want to do is get well. i guess health is really the most important thing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;so, just be happy if it's a normal day for you. embrace it, carpe diem! smile and be glad. for you're healthy and you can do anything your heart desires. many of us tend to forget such small but important points as we go along. sounds cheesey and cliche-y. but really la ok. hahs.. love!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9107990-3345907402886292260?l=shirhurt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/feeds/3345907402886292260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9107990&amp;postID=3345907402886292260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/3345907402886292260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/3345907402886292260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/2007/06/into-puking-be-glad-youre-healthy.html' title='into puking. be glad you&apos;re healthy.'/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018118661969724893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107990.post-5080093605559893395</id><published>2007-06-07T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T22:00:02.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stomach flu :( suffocated from attachment</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;heya. i haven been feeling well recently. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;bad case of stomach flu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;:((( all i could and feel like doing is sleep. went to e centre and went back during my break and skipped e next day. funniest thing i ever heard from a doctor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;oh it's okay if you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dont eat for a few days&lt;/span&gt;. because your stomach cannot handle food. hmm.. just drink water? ya&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;and i was like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;WIDE-EYED-organs-jumping-out&lt;/span&gt; 'DONT EAT FOR A FEW DAYS?!' am i THAT sick? i think i would probably die from hunger instead (oh btw im reading my 4th series from the 7deadly sins by Wasserman. talk bout this later) yea, let me wallow in self-pity a lil longer in hopes of receiving TLC from ma blog readers. -.- i tell you, stomach flu is NOT fun. everybody (ok well not everybody, but FEMALES) actually ask me '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;how to geddit huh? i also want leh. jian fei da ji hua&lt;/span&gt;' because you cant eat much and you have diarrhoea every like nanosecond (i mean every few mins. seriously! till your butt hurts and the toilet is like a haunted mansion to you) and well afterwhich you'll lose weight. used to always be 43kg, flucuating btw 42.5 and 43.5? now im like 41kg. ANGELIA and SARAH! i dont need to start my exercise program anymore! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;ok as i said, stomach flu is not a good thing to have. you feel weak all over and you wont know how to make yourself feel better. in fact, im not fully recovered yet. :( i want to recover and eat my junkfood and gain back my ulcers. ... ok enough wallowing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;wonder why i mentioned the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7 Deadly Sins &lt;/span&gt;by Wasserman? cause the last sin to be convicted is gluttony or sth, which links to hunger. right? right. been reading it since the first of the series caught my attention with a darn prettay maroon cover w e title LUST over it. haha. am reading the 4th, wrath right now. wheee. its really nice i tell you. have SLOTH on my hands too. muahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;oh ya before i end, i must really say this. it's when you are most tired out and cant have your own leisure time, your house or simply, your bed, you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;miss it the most&lt;/span&gt;! times like training camp and all, but most importantly, times when you're at your CHILDCARE CENTRE. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i really really miss my home and my bed.&lt;/span&gt; esp when im sick like these few days. after almost a week of being at the centre 9am to 5pm, you really feel all drained out. i cant explain the feeling. i guess only fellow ECH Educators will understand my plight. i mean, when you pat the children to sleep and they refuse to sleep, you feel like URGH. I Would Love To Sleep Right Now CAN?! yea. but you will still smile sweetly and pat them. wait till they wake up and continue your teacher role. i still &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;adore &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;kids, but being ard them 24/7 as teacher and replying to their every whims and needs, you cant help but feel &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;suffocated&lt;/span&gt;. yep, i think that's the word. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;i cant wait fer my 2 weeks break, even if it's to rush all my projects and lesson plans. i cant wait to go back to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;being a child again&lt;/span&gt;. being &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;child, not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt; adult.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9107990-5080093605559893395?l=shirhurt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/feeds/5080093605559893395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9107990&amp;postID=5080093605559893395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/5080093605559893395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/5080093605559893395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/2007/06/stomach-flu-suffocated-from-attachment.html' title='stomach flu :( suffocated from attachment'/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018118661969724893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107990.post-242163738811671186</id><published>2007-06-03T18:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T18:31:15.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'>byebye funkynails, hello FP</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/RmKQCT_QaMI/AAAAAAAAAA8/S7JJsAB_PT4/s1600-h/Gap+kids+rule.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071774499772328130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="308" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/RmKQCT_QaMI/AAAAAAAAAA8/S7JJsAB_PT4/s320/Gap+kids+rule.jpg" width="230" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Bigass photo of me and Sarah in GAP Kids changing room.&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&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;ARR i know im abandoning my blog again :( pardon me alrights? been rather busy recently to update but i fear its gg to get worse &lt;strong&gt;because&lt;/strong&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;my &lt;strong&gt;FieldPracticum &lt;/strong&gt;(or some say, attachment) &lt;strong&gt;is starting!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tomorrow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; its 9am-5pm at the centre everyday, doing lesson plans, preparing lesson materials, doing up games fer learning corners and basically turning my hair &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;grey&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;NO LA. rubbish. im barely 19. ANYWAY, i seriously cant imagine myself being like a real teacher at the childcare centre. im sure many ECH-ians share my sentiments. the ongoing work will kill us all. and we &lt;strong&gt;dont even have PAY&lt;/strong&gt;! just a measly $30 allowance fer our materials! its not even enough i tell you. sigh. i dont even know what i have to do yet. no lesson plan ideas in mind and such. only thing that curbs my fear fer e time being is our 2wk break aft our 1st wk of FP. since 1st week is like orientation with the children. but tt 2 wks we have like 3 major projects due? (which i have no idea what they are about) ya, after that break it's e scary part. shall not think about it first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;tsk. &lt;strong&gt;June&lt;/strong&gt; is a really busy month. &lt;strong&gt;July &lt;/strong&gt;will be quite too. and and.. my birthday falls on on FP dates too.. :((( i guess i cant wait for this attachment part to be over and i return to student life again in sem2 though i'll be doing my IEP (i dont know what that stands for). but then again a few wks later, its BYEBYE poly life. gosh. time flies. let's not go that far yet.&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&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;right now, i'll just say BYEBYE to funkynails of mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071774495477360818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 169px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="181" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/RmKQCD_QaLI/AAAAAAAAAA0/DvY4H6dBpqw/s320/DSC00037.JPG" width="248" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;yep, loved 'em though its kinda scary to some. but its cool you know, *jumps up and down*. when you see it from one side it's all white and when you see it from the other, it's all black. ya, my friends told me that in a very excited manner. nonetheless, byebye fer 2mths+. like DUH, do you think a teacher in a preschool can have such fingernails? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;:( btw, my big toe is painted a different color from the rest of my toes too. HAH. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;of course&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; they are pretty. i'll keep 'em and tell the children "&lt;em&gt;oh because just now Ms Shirley was bored so she used the colorpencils to color the big toe&lt;/em&gt;" or sth like that. If they asked. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;im going out to cut my hair. and in case you're wondering whats the point of that first photo in this entry, i dont know either. bye! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;(EEKS WHY doesnt my entry have any spacing! why does it combine all my text tgt! ugly! grrfh)&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/9107990-242163738811671186?l=shirhurt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/feeds/242163738811671186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9107990&amp;postID=242163738811671186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/242163738811671186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/242163738811671186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/2007/06/byebye-funkynails-hello-fp.html' title='byebye funkynails, hello FP'/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018118661969724893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/RmKQCT_QaMI/AAAAAAAAAA8/S7JJsAB_PT4/s72-c/Gap+kids+rule.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107990.post-2146938575888644786</id><published>2007-06-01T10:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T20:00:24.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>alone at home :(</title><content type='html'>:( spent a totally boring day at home with only my novel, tv and computer fer company. havent stayed one whole day at home in quite a long time. and felt so pointless at that. grrfh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*pouts so that my ulcers show&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9107990-2146938575888644786?l=shirhurt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/feeds/2146938575888644786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9107990&amp;postID=2146938575888644786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/2146938575888644786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/2146938575888644786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/2007/05/alone-at-home.html' title='alone at home :('/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018118661969724893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107990.post-6431531631996757214</id><published>2007-05-18T05:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T14:53:51.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'>winterbells, sentosa and pirates</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;im trying my best to update my blog so even if there are no interesting things to blog bout (like now), i wld still do so. 3 cheers fer me? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;recently i've gotten hooked onto this game and my cow n i cant stop playing. i know i know, this game has been played&lt;/span&gt; by you guys donkey years ago and the website itself can be in our history books already but i've only recently started this particular game. don't knock it till you're tried it. click on the link.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ferryhalim.com/orisinal/g3/bells.htm"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;winterbells&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;go on, play it. my high score's 293150 but some crazy fren of my cow's got a 13digit high score. tsk. ppl who sit by their comp all there long and play such games...... of course i dont do things like that..... (coughs) LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;and let's jump randomly to another topic. i've recently survived another nasty sunburn again! the omg-pain-even-i-bathe kind. and so i skipped training once more and they did ICEBOX again. :((((( some kind soul please teach me the choreo with patience. yea and anyw it was &lt;em&gt;some 3mth thing for some others&lt;/em&gt;... hehs. ya, gt the burn from the Sentosa amazing race event and afterwards tanning and playing with my 17385 clique there. loved the volleyball cum soccer cum basketball la. it's really fun, all you guys ought to play it 1 day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;for example from &lt;strong&gt;vball to soccer&lt;/strong&gt;: whenever you dropped the vball n it hits e gound, you shout "oh yay soccer!" and the rest of you proceed to kick e ball ard. from&lt;strong&gt; soccer to bball&lt;/strong&gt;: somehow you kicked the ball too high and you managed to grab it w your hands, you shout the game of your choice like "oh yay basketball!" and your friends proceed to turn their arms into the rim thing and you aim. ... fun ok i tell you. &lt;strong&gt;shakeshakevolleyball&lt;/strong&gt; rocks too. everyime before you hit the vball, you have to shake your butt 3 times or it's a foul. it's kind of hard to coordinate shaking your lower body and manipulating your upper body to catch the ball thou. BUT it's a great source of entertainment fer kids nearby. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;ya so now i'm gettin more and more tan. oh wells (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;on a side note, i can't wait for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://disney.go.com/disneypictures/pirates/atworldsend/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;PIRATES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/Rkv2KBEtm1I/AAAAAAAAAAs/cacsMqgWL9M/s1600-h/pirates_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065412857855581010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="314" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/Rkv2KBEtm1I/AAAAAAAAAAs/cacsMqgWL9M/s320/pirates_poster.jpg" width="211" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;1 of my favourite movies of all time. caught the first 2 and the last one would be out in a week! i love Johnny Depp la! and this time i still swear that Davy Jones has lil yellow flowers on him ok. i saw 'em in the 2nd episode. yep, definitely a movie worth anticipating. (digressing, but i caught spiderman3 on mon. wow. dint expect it to be so nice. now i regret not catching 1 and 2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;all righty, i hope this is a good read for some. till next time, love! (:&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/9107990-6431531631996757214?l=shirhurt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/feeds/6431531631996757214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9107990&amp;postID=6431531631996757214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/6431531631996757214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/6431531631996757214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/2007/05/winterbells-sentosa-and-pirates.html' title='winterbells, sentosa and pirates'/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018118661969724893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/Rkv2KBEtm1I/AAAAAAAAAAs/cacsMqgWL9M/s72-c/pirates_poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107990.post-9121749828773638235</id><published>2007-05-08T19:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T19:56:41.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'>black&amp;white</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;yes i know my blog's dying! i just mourned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;have been busy and neglecting all my online stuffs. tsk. sorry guys. forgive me? (: please still check back here every once in awhile? (though you just always see my aloe vera picture)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;well when you have neglected you blog fer so long, it's kind of hard to update everything. so i'll just start w sth pointless, which is, my current nails:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062152393361640754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/RkBgyAU2zTI/AAAAAAAAAAk/nwt23xM_ko4/s200/Image429.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;first let me tell you one silly thing as usual. i went ard searching fer &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;FaceShop&lt;/span&gt;'s &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;white&lt;/span&gt; nail polish fer a looong time since i got this idea like months ago but somehow there were no stock/faceshop everywhere. so when i finally bought it at Bugis, i was beyond happy. that i went to tell &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Sweeyin&lt;/span&gt; bout it when we met up and she said, casually,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;"oh, i use my white nail polish from my french manicure set since i dn normally use it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;at that moment i realized i HAVE &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;white&lt;/span&gt; nail polish at home all along, in my SallyHansen french manicure set. somehow i just didnt see it as a seperate WHITE nailpolish, i just see it as part of a set, like they must go tgt. and i dont even use that set often so the white nailpolish is like almost brand new.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;you wouldnt believe the level of &lt;em&gt;dumbness&lt;/em&gt; i felt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;ANYWAY. it's &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;preeddy&lt;/span&gt; all the same isnt it? i dont know how someone can &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; like my nails. (or &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;black&lt;/span&gt; nail polish on just 1 fingernail for that matter)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062152079829028130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 271px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 202px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="208" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/RkBgfwU2zSI/AAAAAAAAAAc/paDJl7m3Nb8/s320/Image402-editedtwice.jpg" width="291" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;alrighty, i shall update on other things some other day. i shall promise to not abandon my blog fer more than 2 wks from now on. meanwhile, im trying harder fer dance ( along w &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;angel&lt;/span&gt; (: )and other aspects of my life. not schoolwork unfortunately. and im glad that &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Erena&lt;/span&gt;'s back in dance and getting on fine! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;it scuks being upset. i would like to hereby announce a big THANKYOU fer my biggest MeToYou bear fer being there fer me to hug whenever i need it, though it takes up almost half of my bed. i love it loads. lol. and to a nice person whom i tend to rem when i feel down, sorry i've been mia-ing. it makes me feel better just to know that i always have somebody there fer me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;tts all fer now (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-still the one for me-&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/9107990-9121749828773638235?l=shirhurt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/feeds/9121749828773638235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9107990&amp;postID=9121749828773638235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/9121749828773638235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/9121749828773638235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/2007/05/black.html' title='black&amp;white'/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018118661969724893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/RkBgyAU2zTI/AAAAAAAAAAk/nwt23xM_ko4/s72-c/Image429.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107990.post-5252009149704029297</id><published>2007-04-17T19:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T04:47:20.231+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aloe vera greatest invention'/><title type='text'>aloe vera is e greatest invention since the telephone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/RiPeecvRmEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/teY1MZBf30c/s1600-h/Aloe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054127821531748418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/RiPeecvRmEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/teY1MZBf30c/s200/Aloe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i think this is one of the greatest inventions since the telephone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;the burn and moquito bites are so unbearable :*( who ever heard of skipping dance due to sunburn? (because it even hurts when im nt moving? constant stinging like bees are your best friends) and gg back home to change during a 3 hr break because your outfit adds on to your physical pain? and also, try walking ard school with every1's gaze following your neck with an incredulous "wtf-what-happened-to-this-girl" look pasted on their faces. ok im exaggerating a little bout this last point. just a teeny weeny bit. lol. but that's exactly how it feels. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;please let my burn and bites recover soon. :*(&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/9107990-5252009149704029297?l=shirhurt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/feeds/5252009149704029297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9107990&amp;postID=5252009149704029297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/5252009149704029297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/5252009149704029297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/2007/04/aloe-vera-is-e-greatest-invention-since.html' title='aloe vera is e greatest invention since the telephone'/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018118661969724893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/RiPeecvRmEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/teY1MZBf30c/s72-c/Aloe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107990.post-117664981105750808</id><published>2007-04-16T14:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T23:10:11.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;AR. ultra bad &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sunburnt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; w 17385 mosquito bites.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;i can feel heat coming out from my body and it hurts to even lie down on my pillow. yea, THAT kind of burnt. e mosquito bites doesnt help matters. seriously, i counted n its like &lt;strong&gt;more than 30 bites&lt;/strong&gt; on me. kindly brought to you by a day of prawning and another 5 hours baking in e hot sun to manage the music fer an event. I CANT STOP SCRATCHING. yet it hurts to scratch. GRRFH. and i've got a tee-shirt tan ): a certain cow kept laughing at my &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red nose&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red ears&lt;/span&gt; ecetera. *throws keyboard at him*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;anyw, school's starting tml (scratchscratch) n im totally not prepared fer it. haven done anything but slack this whole holiday away. tsk. (scratch) maybe i will mop the floor later den i slp. dang. i need a proper interesting blog entry. lol. ar whatever. did i make you scratch along w me? now who says its unglam to scratch yourself in public? it's e new IN thing ok. i'm a trendsettler.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;oh ya, now i can really declare that im &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red hot&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;goodbye holidays :*(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9107990-117664981105750808?l=shirhurt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/feeds/117664981105750808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9107990&amp;postID=117664981105750808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/117664981105750808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/117664981105750808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/2007/04/ar.html' title=''/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018118661969724893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107990.post-117648962198523082</id><published>2007-04-14T17:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T02:40:22.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you fell asleep</title><content type='html'>i guess you fell asleep. :*(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9107990-117648962198523082?l=shirhurt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/feeds/117648962198523082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9107990&amp;postID=117648962198523082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/117648962198523082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/117648962198523082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/2007/04/you-fell-asleep.html' title='you fell asleep'/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018118661969724893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107990.post-117640259213678409</id><published>2007-04-13T17:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T03:03:50.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh the way we procrastinate</title><content type='html'>school's starting in 3 days. that's too friggin' fast. i have so much yet to do. tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh the way we procrastinate.&lt;br /&gt;we drag what we meant to do, or say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"i'll get down to it later"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet later never seems to come around&lt;br /&gt;days pass and feelings change;&lt;br /&gt;things change; people change.&lt;br /&gt;all that's left is reminiscences of the past.&lt;br /&gt;still, the thought lingers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if only.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;how often have we let that happen?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swear i dint mean to get emo. or type tt. somehow it just came out. something like that was on my mind and i just let it out. in the order they came to me. thus e weird sentence structure. might not even make sense. (maybe when i have time i can actually make it up into sth nice like a poem. HAH) but heck it la, i know what it means can alr. and it feels gd to let out a random thought. it always does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this wasnt even what i intended to blog about! i sld just stop here. hahs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9107990-117640259213678409?l=shirhurt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/feeds/117640259213678409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9107990&amp;postID=117640259213678409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/117640259213678409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/117640259213678409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/2007/04/oh-way-we-procrastinate.html' title='oh the way we procrastinate'/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018118661969724893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107990.post-117605840152628133</id><published>2007-04-09T17:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T02:53:21.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thinking</title><content type='html'>hmm........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9107990-117605840152628133?l=shirhurt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/feeds/117605840152628133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9107990&amp;postID=117605840152628133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/117605840152628133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/117605840152628133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/2007/04/thinking.html' title='thinking'/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018118661969724893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107990.post-117588878411450056</id><published>2007-04-07T18:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T03:47:11.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 stupid careless mistake.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;long rant coming up. read it only when u're as bored as the blogger who decided to blog about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;i did the stupidest thing ever. now i live in worry everyday. lol. i've repeated this story a few times but ya, just got to say it here again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;there's this free calls to 3 M1 friends thingy fer the student plan. so i went online n imput a certain cow's no. since they dint allow me to do so on the phone (say what need ma dad). after 3 working days, i happily made over 30+ hrs of calls to the cow, all the while thinking "wow, imagine if i dn have this free call thing..." SO. 2 days back i called M1 to check. and the person told me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;there is no history of you imputting any number for your free call&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;my world kind of changed after that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;ok no la not so serious. just that i got 3 scoldings on tt very night -mom, dad, bro. and im supposed to &lt;strong&gt;settle it myself&lt;/strong&gt;. so these past few days this silly issue has been a constant worry on my mind. creeping into my thoughts every other min. wonder how&lt;strong&gt; high&lt;/strong&gt; the bill's gonna be. (i mean the bill is still a flat piece of paper but the amount on it. -.-) and it's supposed to come around the 7th. i dont' even know HOW im gonna pay for it, what w my nonexistant job and savings. my smses are over too. fer those who know me, my hp is like my life. nw im trying my best to not use it. (how do you &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; use ur life?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;it's seriously hard :*( like in e middle of the night at 340am and im feeling bored and alone, i cant use my hp to sms. :*(( why are my lessons in life always &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; expensive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;wouldnt life be&lt;strong&gt; great&lt;/strong&gt; if you're the kid below?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3808/649/1600/245973/indulge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 291px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 253px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="266" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3808/649/320/288592/indulge.jpg" width="301" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-when all you ever care about were candy and toys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9107990-117588878411450056?l=shirhurt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/feeds/117588878411450056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9107990&amp;postID=117588878411450056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/117588878411450056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/117588878411450056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/2007/04/1-stupid-careless-mistake.html' title='1 stupid careless mistake.'/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018118661969724893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107990.post-117546820511861128</id><published>2007-04-02T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T06:59:00.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>730am?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ever wondered who eats junkfood at 6&lt;strong&gt;am&lt;/strong&gt;? i dont think i need to reveal e answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think im seriously nocturnal already. i dont &lt;em&gt;feel&lt;/em&gt; the time at all. i just go to sleep because it's getting bright and i have no other choice so normally, its ard 6plus7. as fer today, im waiting fer 730am to arrive. this time, im physically tired. my body's screaming "LET ME LIE ON THE QUEEN-SIZED BED". yes i know, soon all right? only 2 mins have passed since i got into blogger. c'mon, 730 &lt;em&gt;already&lt;/em&gt; (i dn mean its 730 la, i mean oie 730 can hurry?). AIYO. i shall go onto bed and wait. it's gettin too bright fer my comfort. cant wait to wake mr cow up and go to sleep myself. waking you up is more impt anyway (: nights world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9107990-117546820511861128?l=shirhurt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/feeds/117546820511861128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9107990&amp;postID=117546820511861128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/117546820511861128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/117546820511861128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/2007/04/730am.html' title='730am?'/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018118661969724893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107990.post-117493576445272825</id><published>2007-03-27T19:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T04:02:44.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>runaway love</title><content type='html'>i cried when i saw this video :*(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9107990-117493576445272825?l=shirhurt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/feeds/117493576445272825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9107990&amp;postID=117493576445272825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/117493576445272825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/117493576445272825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/2007/03/runaway-love.html' title='runaway love'/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018118661969724893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107990.post-117449853524709472</id><published>2007-03-22T17:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T03:21:24.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just you and me is enough. let's be happy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;The amount of&lt;strong&gt; junkfood&lt;/strong&gt; i eat in a day is freaky. even when im way full n feel like puking from too much, i still eat. (like right now im sucking on vanhouten's raisin chocs) cuz when i read, i eat. i do this a lot. i think it's the best enjoyment to eat, drink, read and just be a couch potato. i've mentioned this so many times i can say the whole phrase backwards, fast. potatocouchabejustand... no ok i cant. i sld really cut down on my intake. i've been saying this fer ages too. ok i dint even intend to blog this part. gees, nvm. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Be &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt;. let's not think about unhappy stuffs much less let them get in our way. or else we'll just solve 'em together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; i love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9107990-117449853524709472?l=shirhurt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/feeds/117449853524709472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9107990&amp;postID=117449853524709472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/117449853524709472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/117449853524709472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/2007/03/just-you-and-me-is-enough-lets-be.html' title='just you and me is enough. let&apos;s be happy.'/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018118661969724893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107990.post-117436995313174385</id><published>2007-03-21T05:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T14:55:20.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nightmare</title><content type='html'>i woke up with a&lt;strong&gt; nightmare&lt;/strong&gt; ): i seeked comfort in... blogger -.- ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9107990-117436995313174385?l=shirhurt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/feeds/117436995313174385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9107990&amp;postID=117436995313174385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/117436995313174385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/117436995313174385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/2007/03/nightmare.html' title='nightmare'/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018118661969724893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107990.post-117433906299490709</id><published>2007-03-20T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T06:39:58.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;yes zong, laugh at me. &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;haha.&lt;/span&gt; im trying to wait fer &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;daylight &lt;/span&gt;again so i dont have to leave my lights on n sleep. lazy to blog sth interesting so just bear with me. whatever random rants again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3808/649/1600/128965/foronemoreday.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3808/649/200/652586/foronemoreday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;i finished the book "&lt;strong&gt;For one more day&lt;/strong&gt;" by &lt;strong&gt;Mitch Albom&lt;/strong&gt;, author of "&lt;strong&gt;the Five people you meet in heaven&lt;/strong&gt;" and "&lt;strong&gt;Tuesdays with Morrie&lt;/strong&gt;". it's equally nice, if not nicer. spend 3+hrs and gobbled up all the text (last night from 430am to 630am then today 1230am to 140am). Books like his always make me take a second look at things/people around me so that i wouldnt take 'em for granted. Somehow, it makes you appreciate the people around you, and life, more. (&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;actually i think my past 2 lines mean the same thing. haha&lt;/span&gt;) Books about life, death ecetera might seem morbid to some, but i find them really erm... hmm.. cant find the right word to describe. deep? it actually helps you more than pull you down into darkness.. dont know how to explain.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;please try to imagine what im trying to tell you and nod along in &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;agreement&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Books are &lt;strong&gt;wonderful&lt;/strong&gt; i tell you. no, im not a geek. but i absolutely &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;adore&lt;/span&gt; books. i love to read (literature/life/romance/archiecomics/magazines NOT txtbks/news/etc). Throw me into the library or a bookstore for 1 whole day! i dont mind! OK suddenly i thought of &lt;strong&gt;the whole Borders with &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;just &lt;em&gt;me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and books. little lights on. dark night.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;omg&lt;/strong&gt;, freaky. not like that. its 423am, i shall not think about such scenes, or even talk about them. ya... what i find so great about books is that.. hmm.. they draw you into another world. you become somebody else, you focus on other peoples' stories. when i feel negative, i read a book and will get totally imersed in it (&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;not physically LA, i dont think 1 book is big enough&lt;/span&gt;) and my negative-ness comes to a standstill, even if it's just for awhile. like a lil escape you can always turn to. doesnt tt sound liked &lt;strong&gt;drinking&lt;/strong&gt;? but THIS way, you dont get a hangover. so you see, reading is so much better than pubs.. or clubs... or drinking..... ERM. nono. they're not.. i mean.. they are.. er...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;ANYWAY. you might argue that tv has the same effect and you dont even have to read! what happened to &lt;strong&gt;Imagination&lt;/strong&gt;, people? WAh, my thoughts jumped again. i remember my brother told me ydae "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;sis ar, you know Imagination is a scary thing?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" and i asked him why. he said his friend's younger brother was out with 'em and when they were about to leave, &lt;strong&gt;he turned and smiled and waved to... NOTHING&lt;/strong&gt;. he was supposedly doing that to his &lt;strong&gt;'imaginary friend'&lt;/strong&gt;. i told my bro he would grow out of it. We touched on this in Early Childhood too. but now that im thinking about it at 433am, it really DOES seem &lt;strong&gt;scary&lt;/strong&gt;. oh no. the after-effect of horror movies haven worn off me yet. let's go back to what i was talking about earlier on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uh-huh. i was saying i would prefer to read more than watch a story as i could get to imagine the whole scene myself from the author's descriptive writing. &lt;em&gt;"She really enjoyed the movie and I told her to read it instead, it was so much better that way." (quoted from &lt;a href="http://205.163.218.131/forum/toast.asp?sub=show&amp;action=posts&amp;amp;fid=2&amp;tid=12"&gt;another reader in Mitch's book club&lt;/a&gt;. lol)&lt;/em&gt; most of the time la. unless the actors are hot like Adam Brody. you know, shows like OC just HAVE to be watched. speaking of which, im still stuck at episode"the Sister Act" ): i want the dvd ): yep. SO, reading is good. ok enough 'bout that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;late nights leave me feeling &lt;strong&gt;empty&lt;/strong&gt; all the time. the world's asleep. i'm awake. maybe that's why. feel like saying some things and furthermore, posting &lt;strong&gt;certain pictures&lt;/strong&gt; here but i feel funny. guess this picture is as close as it'll get. i havent photoshopped the brown part yet. looks fake when i tried it the other day so i dint save.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3808/649/1600/42406/Image040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3808/649/200/314320/Image040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sweet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-my aphrodisiac&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/9107990-117433906299490709?l=shirhurt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/feeds/117433906299490709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9107990&amp;postID=117433906299490709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/117433906299490709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/117433906299490709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/2007/03/yes-zong-laugh-at-me.html' title=''/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018118661969724893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107990.post-117417150284579964</id><published>2007-03-18T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T07:45:02.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>aftermath of dxo</title><content type='html'>i was thinking of blogging. but no mood. sigh. hah. 645am now. asked to cab back though we planned to wait fer 1st bus. sorry guys, i spoiler. but wasnt feeling all that great. yeaaaaa. im waitin fer 7am so its brighter n not so freaky to sleep. the aftereffect of horror movies. grrfh. or maybe i'll just leave my lights on as usual. oh well. blog bout e celebration another time. byebye-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9107990-117417150284579964?l=shirhurt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/feeds/117417150284579964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9107990&amp;postID=117417150284579964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/117417150284579964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/117417150284579964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/2007/03/aftermath-of-dxo.html' title='aftermath of dxo'/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018118661969724893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107990.post-117382764105786307</id><published>2007-03-14T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T08:14:43.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>results</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;results are officially out at 6.00AM on 14feb. the results &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;always&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; surprise me. always turning out not the way i expected. able to maintain my gpa too. wah, i think they moderate our grades. if not like not possible. anyw, all passed. that's all that matters. goodluck to all (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-i hope you pass all too *pray&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9107990-117382764105786307?l=shirhurt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/feeds/117382764105786307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9107990&amp;postID=117382764105786307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/117382764105786307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/117382764105786307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/2007/03/results.html' title='results'/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018118661969724893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107990.post-117373944241398142</id><published>2007-03-13T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T07:45:58.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mos with buddies, tonning w sarah</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Take a perfectly normal picture...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3808/649/320/934603/shir%20%26%20bee%20%40%20MOS.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;and you do THIS to it:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3808/649/1600/4212/beexiaozhu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3808/649/320/284296/beexiaozhu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;OMG. what happened to me?! all that's left is... my left arm. hahaha. BEE. or CHING &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;(who edited it)&lt;/span&gt; how could you do this to me?! btw, you think you can try to cut away Bee and sling my arm around xiaozhu? HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;i realized i have so many overdue posts and after awhile i just dont post 'em up. aint tt sad? ): ok not really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Mos&lt;/span&gt; with my buddies few weeks back:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3808/649/1600/101685/Image258.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 298px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 215px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="221" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3808/649/320/385039/Image258.jpg" width="304" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt; saw Ain at the ladies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 296px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="234" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3808/649/320/173000/Image259.jpg" width="307" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;and by the way, my ultracute whosgoing photographer remembered me! think he's called... Ungku? sth like that. saw him in the club, waved hello and he took our picture! wheeee~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3808/649/1600/52981/mosbuddies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 298px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 189px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="194" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3808/649/320/118988/mosbuddies.jpg" width="305" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;btw, i saw him last wed again at Liang court. no i dint go MOS again. silly &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Sarah&lt;/span&gt; and me were sitting around Vivo (you know the part where you are out in the open w e sea in front of you) after our sentosa trip with nique and ange. we sat and sat, enjoying the breeze and night. our conversation were along the lines of:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;shir: it's getting late huh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;sarah: ya..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;... *continue munching on our nottoocheapchocolate from CandyEmpire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;sarah: later no more train already..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;shir: ya loh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;...*continue looking out at the sea/stars, taking pictures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;shir: we leave ard 1130 ok?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;sarah: ya must go already..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;... *continue sitting as time passes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;shir: oh. no more transport. HAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;*both keep laughing at the silliness of the situation. yet we sat there fer a few more hours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;think this could only happen with me and Sarah. somehow whatever outings we go, it always end up w just the 2 of us. and she stays in &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Simei&lt;/span&gt;, me CCK. so that day we got to thinking we would be able to survive fer awhile if we got lost/stayed out cuz we had our chocs fer food, water, bathing necessities, my mat etc. maybe cause of that, we decided to just stay out thou we had no intention at all to do so when we planned to go tanning &amp;amp; vivo. we sat n sat and thought all we need is&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; junk food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to pass the time and keep awake (&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;why would we want to keep awake? i mean its very safe fer 2 girls to just fall asleep outside?in? vivo wearing skirts what.&lt;/span&gt;). We walked around the area and stumbled onto STJAMES. dint know it was so near. kept walking n walking and we realized..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;*GASP*&lt;/span&gt; there were no 24hr stores/toilets in the whole area. vivo n harbourfront mall has got NOTHING. we grumbled and complained that no1 would ton at Vivo in this case. so lousy. so big, 2 malls, no ammunition &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;(i dont think its e right word to use but it just came to mind)&lt;/span&gt;. and we realized once again that nobody in their right mind would just suddenly go "&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;hmm, i think i shall ton at Vivo today&lt;/span&gt;" and on a &lt;strong&gt;weekday&lt;/strong&gt; at that. so we were feeling lost, defeated and sad and i told her "it's ok. few weeks down e road we would look back and laugh about this, just, not now." lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;we sat at the taxi stand. next thing i know, i rem MOS were in clarkequay so quite near. and there's liangcourt! 24hrMC at ur service. so we cabbed there. sat down and waited fer time to pass with Sarah trying to keep awake and us commenting on the clubbers' style and all. it's fun people-watching w Sarah (: saw &lt;strong&gt;RANDALL&lt;/strong&gt;-if thats how u spell his name- and &lt;strong&gt;gurmit singh&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;*acts nonchalant*&lt;/span&gt; but yea Randall's hot, yes Sarah. lol. and saw my cute photographer again. muahahha. Sarah said my face changed so fast like suddenly all red when i saw him. he's cute what. really like when the-Rock-meets-Shrek. ya he rem me again YAY. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;anyw, we waited till ard 5am and walked to PS. stoned fer awhile longer n i took 190 while she took the train home. i learnt tt &lt;strong&gt;7am on a weekday&lt;/strong&gt; is&lt;strong&gt; nt&lt;/strong&gt; a good time to be gg home after u ton outside because... there was this ultra long queue at my 307 stand. when i got on the bus, i found out i was the only non-Regent student there. like a &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;sore thumb&lt;/span&gt; sticking out. you couldnt imagine the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;happiness &lt;/span&gt;i felt after i bathed and climbed onto bed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;WOW. i dint expect to type so much again. its 545am btw. i just wanted to post some photos and a few lines. oh well. i JUST did my nails btw. mani and pedi during this kinda time. cool right. ya erm. i sld go to bed. haha. nights world, thou u're probably asleep already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-hope you feel better tml (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9107990-117373944241398142?l=shirhurt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/feeds/117373944241398142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9107990&amp;postID=117373944241398142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/117373944241398142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/117373944241398142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/2007/03/mos-with-buddies-tonning-w-sarah.html' title='mos with buddies, tonning w sarah'/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018118661969724893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107990.post-117335559310946939</id><published>2007-03-09T12:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T20:06:33.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>movies to catch</title><content type='html'>im bored. i need to cut my hair yet im lazy to go.&lt;br /&gt;i want to blog but i dunno what to blog about too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to watch hannibal rising, 300 and the pursuit of happiness. jeremiahsuweisheng, sorry i dint turn up fer the movie (sorry shawn too). ask me fer another. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;life's &lt;em&gt;quite&lt;/em&gt; a bitch recently.&lt;/span&gt; i &lt;strong&gt;need &lt;/strong&gt;more fun-filled days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9107990-117335559310946939?l=shirhurt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/feeds/117335559310946939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9107990&amp;postID=117335559310946939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/117335559310946939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/117335559310946939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/2007/03/movies-to-catch.html' title='movies to catch'/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018118661969724893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107990.post-117321656586175293</id><published>2007-03-07T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T18:57:10.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>on the TOP of the world.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3808/649/1600/151344/imontheTopoftheworld.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3808/649/320/984577/imontheTopoftheworld.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;i posted this photo because.. well... because....... just *shrugs* because. cant think of a proper reason. just edited a bit. its 451am now, and i plan to wake up at 9 fer tanning. haha. please let me wake on time. i dont want to be late everytime.... i &lt;strong&gt;really &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; try to be early but somehow.. old habits die hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously when nighttime comes and im up all alone, all these randoms thoughts appear. making me want to blog. they can get really random from perhaps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;wow im eating too much junkfood. tsk. i sld cut down'&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;'am i happy? what makes a person happy?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;hannoh. wldnt it be great to feel like u're on top of the world? like you have no worries at all? try &lt;strong&gt;standing on top a babychair&lt;/strong&gt;, maybe you could get &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; feeling. or if you cant obtain a babychair, stare at my photo instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you see, i told you my thoughts are random at night. (ppl like ST will say my thoughts are random all the time, but that doesn't matter.) anyways, its &lt;strong&gt;07March07, 707am&lt;/strong&gt;. i declare it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wishes day!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;meaning, DUH, a day to make wishes. why? just because. i wish that &lt;em&gt;i'll be really happy all the time &lt;/em&gt;(ok that was selfish), i mean, &lt;em&gt;people i love will all be truly happy&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*cough-ppl-say-that-if-you-wish-out-loud-cough-your-wishes-wldnt-come-true-cough*&lt;/span&gt; wths, i &lt;strong&gt;typed&lt;/strong&gt; my wishes! so im sure they'll come true, right &lt;strong&gt;toothfairy&lt;/strong&gt;? no wait. thats only when you drop a tooth. erm, &lt;strong&gt;Santa&lt;/strong&gt;? he left. oh no. shyt. WHO to find to make my wishes come true? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swear/promise *fingers-crossed* i dint type those rubbish up there. really. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;don't believe go knock yourself against a non-moving car. numerous times. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(HAHA. wonder when i got this idea)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yep. mr alwaysthereformejigsawpuzzle knows who he is. even blogged bout mo mo ren. yay. tt means i'll have another surprise. hehs. im the sorry one, really. (but you sound like we're dying. oops) and well. i dont think i'll ever forget you too. thanks LA. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;515am and counting. hmm. no smses tonight... oh well. sld hit the sack soon. btw, dearest ZONG edited my photo and i look omfgidunnohowtodescribe. quite funny thou. maybe next time i post up. &lt;strong&gt;after i make him run towards a non-moving car 3 times&lt;/strong&gt;. HAHA. at 515am such photos will give me nightmares ok, stoppit. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;i dint intend to type a long entry at all. its getting longer as i tell you bout it. hah.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;nights world'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ok fine its only 5am, not 707. but it makes the date look good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9107990-117321656586175293?l=shirhurt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/feeds/117321656586175293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9107990&amp;postID=117321656586175293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/117321656586175293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/117321656586175293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/2007/03/on-top-of-world.html' title='on the TOP of the world.'/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018118661969724893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107990.post-117252272305348093</id><published>2007-02-27T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T05:15:06.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>late nights</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i &lt;strong&gt;LOVE&lt;/strong&gt; late nights. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;i loved the chalet. love you, 17385! love &lt;em&gt;so many other things&lt;/em&gt;.. lol. shall update again soon. nowadays really lazy. it's &lt;strong&gt;procrastination to a new level&lt;/strong&gt;. another gathering on fri guys. lets plan another chalet too. high dao. whoopee.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i miss hanging out w some others thou. how i wish i cld meet up every1 often. that nobody ever drifts apart....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;random thoughts as usual. late night spurs random thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt; oh well. i get so awake n high at night. sth wrong with my bio clock since teen life. but im lovin' it. holiday's here so HELLO night activities. lets have more. supper, drinking/chilling sessions and whatnots. ask me out. wheee~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(you. 1 of the other things i love.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/edit 515am&lt;br /&gt;somehow i ended up glancing thru my past entries (no u pls dont do that too. my past entries are too funky to be read nw) and i realized how much time really flies. 1 moment im 17 and wishin i wont turn 18. next im 18, wishin i dn turn 19. now its 2007. my year to be 19. oh my tian. i dn want. n wow. 17 we kboxed. 18 we partyworlded. cheers to our 7 years of frenship Bee, ching, yin and all of you. miss the overnight conferences, maplestory times. lets run thru those moments again. -&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thanks&lt;/strong&gt; fer always being there.&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;oh and the wonderful jigsaw puzzle person too. thanks fer alwaysalways being there as well, since e day i know you. thou i haven always been there fer you, nt always replyin ur smses and stuff. i think you might know who u are. hah. thanks nonetheless.&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/9107990-117252272305348093?l=shirhurt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/feeds/117252272305348093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9107990&amp;postID=117252272305348093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/117252272305348093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/117252272305348093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/2007/02/late-nights.html' title='late nights'/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018118661969724893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107990.post-117217937786787229</id><published>2007-02-23T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T05:40:20.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gg on chalet. sighs</title><content type='html'>ok i have no idea why im here at 516am when i have to wake up like 9am fer our chalet tml. bag's unpacked, heck, i dn even know &lt;strong&gt;what&lt;/strong&gt; bag to bring. argh. feeling lost all of a sudden, dont know why. dont know what im doing. hahs. screw this feeling. maybe i sld pack tml since tml's just a few hrs away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back on sunday. hope i enjoy myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9107990-117217937786787229?l=shirhurt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/feeds/117217937786787229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9107990&amp;postID=117217937786787229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/117217937786787229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/117217937786787229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/2007/02/gg-on-chalet-sighs.html' title='gg on chalet. sighs'/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018118661969724893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107990.post-117205557395599930</id><published>2007-02-22T11:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T19:13:03.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tag replies</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;ok i should really reply my tags. too many plus i haven blogged in awhile. SO. i reply 'em here to act like 1 entry. *sniggers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;manager: OKOK im replying. haha.. thanks so much fer e effort fer e 3red+3blue roses. the calling of florists, the going and the flu-getting due to it. WA ur first time buying too. *wide-eyed look* and ended up i never meet you. im so very sorry. but its the thought that counts, right? (: so what happened to the flowers?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;alex: why emo?! yep haven seen you in awhile. stoppit ok. you can talk to me if you want. be happy yea (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;abby: haha.. due to my late reply, ur exams are over as well! ECH is crazy right. e projects n all. so glad we're having a break from all the child devtm theories. glad i can still bump into u at blk 52 (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;alicia: lol. silly me never buy fer myself! well hope u werent bored lounging (got this word?) by the chairs while we swam yea. nonetheless, it was a gd day. xcept the taking of SF paper part. tc during the hols!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Bee: lol. date. u noe alr lah. wheee. FROM THIS MOMENT. our wedding song ok. haha. shhh... later still nt sure if im gg mos. but hope u guys have fun even if i nev go ok! loves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;kee: YAY. happy cny. huat ar! (haha.. so weird to say tt) nice session at Ida's. chalet soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;ser: happy cny too! sorry never go ur hse! this yr never come mine too. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;cow: :*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;dangg. have a good day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9107990-117205557395599930?l=shirhurt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/feeds/117205557395599930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9107990&amp;postID=117205557395599930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/117205557395599930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/117205557395599930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/2007/02/tag-replies.html' title='tag replies'/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018118661969724893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107990.post-117138978957135093</id><published>2007-02-14T18:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T02:06:33.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy Valentine's day! n happy hols!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3808/649/1600/987846/collage3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 296px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 207px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="237" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3808/649/320/819951/collage3.jpg" width="317" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Valentine's Day!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;and..... happy HOLIDAYS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;c'mon sing with me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Yippe aiai Yippe Yippe ai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Yippe aiai Yippe Yippe ai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Yippe aiai Yippe Yippe aiai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Yippe Yippie aiai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Yippe Yippy AI!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;don't know the tune? shame on you! i mean, tsk tsk. how can dunno. i think im too high cuz i dn have to study anymore. like 2am now and im not cooped up in my room trying to concentrate n feelin like i aint got a social life. woohs. long sentence there. ok lazy to blog more today. hmm...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Vday tml &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;(or more precisely, today)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;. hope i have a good one... with friends i guess. or maybe random ppl. HAH. whatever. its &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;friendship day&lt;/span&gt; too aiights. hope its a great day fer all. &lt;/span&gt;(sorry my dear frens like 17385 ppl, i know u guys stil have papers. soon you will join me! we can Paarrr---Taayy. sth like what Jason wld say. lovess)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9107990-117138978957135093?l=shirhurt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/feeds/117138978957135093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9107990&amp;postID=117138978957135093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/117138978957135093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/117138978957135093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-valentines-day-n-happy-hols.html' title='happy Valentine&apos;s day! n happy hols!'/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018118661969724893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107990.post-117113901359169760</id><published>2007-02-11T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T04:23:33.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>invaded</title><content type='html'>i think you've quite successfully invaded my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;now i cant study.&lt;br /&gt;really not enough time already.&lt;br /&gt;this is bad. real bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9107990-117113901359169760?l=shirhurt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/feeds/117113901359169760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9107990&amp;postID=117113901359169760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/117113901359169760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/117113901359169760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/2007/02/invaded.html' title='invaded'/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018118661969724893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107990.post-117110238610808431</id><published>2007-02-11T10:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T18:13:49.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cant study!</title><content type='html'>arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. i cant seem to study at all. dontwanttostudy-itits hasnt been so bad before. i haven even tried to go near my notes. i know there's a lot to study and i ought to study already. but but BUT. ar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should just go out. pretend there's no more exams. ok great idea. &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(somebody helpppp meeeeeee)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9107990-117110238610808431?l=shirhurt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/feeds/117110238610808431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9107990&amp;postID=117110238610808431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/117110238610808431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/117110238610808431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/2007/02/cant-study.html' title='cant study!'/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018118661969724893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107990.post-117085090454388988</id><published>2007-02-08T12:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T20:42:43.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tonning at bb MC trying tos study</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;try studying at Mcdonalds from 11pm to 7am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;we really tried to study. really really tried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Yin studied 1 set of notes. Bee 1 chpt. Me, 1 point. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;and when you get bored..... :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3808/649/200/878521/Image196.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;The 1 picture that started it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay... playtime! at the... playplace! (wonderful chairs they have)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3808/649/200/447217/Image206.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3808/649/200/449776/Image208.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3808/649/200/366629/Image209.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;oh no! how to jump? must fight the opponent first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3808/649/200/691816/Image218.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;oops. lousy block. again, again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3808/649/200/909493/Image219.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Olden weapon(s) meet modern techonology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;(theres 1 pic of me laughin as i won. but i dint post it up. nw lazy to update so yea.. :x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="307" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3808/649/320/364104/collage2.jpg" width="304" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;1)Bee loves Grimace (brian?!) 2)Yin love Birdie. EEKS. i fergot to send in my imitation of HAMBURGLAR too. nvm. next time. 3)i got hungry. i hate the prosperity meals thou, but e poster tastes superb. 4) monster 5) trying to study? 6) i got hungry again. ate my ipod nano. 7)Bee want to shoot me :( 8)she decided to commit suicide 9)Yin decided to die too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;i was left alone at Mcs :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;rubbish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3808/649/200/68542/Image214.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Teacher beating student with a ruler.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3808/649/200/709313/Image215.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;student got ANGRY! EEKS. save meeeee &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;(i wanted to carry e babychair but its too heavy. turns out i cldnt lift e normal chair too so we switched roles. -.-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3808/649/200/394115/Image222.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;YAY. i hide on top of e babychair. babychair = home. cannot hit me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;(i think my picture is not up the correct side. i think.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Nonetheless, we still got frustrated trying to study. and failing. and e Mcdonald advertisements are darn irritating. eerie too. the "guo XIN niannnnnnnnn. zhu xin niannnnnnn" omg. if it's nt fer tt, i wld have thought all the patrons of Mc left the pkace cuz we were too noisy. i bet its e advertisement. yea. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3808/649/200/595664/Image213.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Bee pulling her hair out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;i guess i was ok. cuz i had my funky eraser. with my funky pop up sticker. lovin' it. LOL. whats Bee's xiaozhu doing beside it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3808/649/200/290181/Image227.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;but still, its fun stayin at Mc from 11pm to 7+am. practically deserted cept fer us n e staff. played Smoo Snap! at 430am too. fun. i was e ultimate champion. *sniggers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;OK la. i sld try to study again. paper on fri, mon and tue. why am i here blogging. tsk. cant wait fer 13feb 4pm. H-O-L-I-D-A-Y!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;till then'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3808/649/200/630145/Image231.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3808/649/1600/877622/collage2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9107990-117085090454388988?l=shirhurt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/feeds/117085090454388988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9107990&amp;postID=117085090454388988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/117085090454388988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/117085090454388988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/2007/02/tonning-at-bb-mc-trying-tos-study.html' title='tonning at bb MC trying tos study'/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018118661969724893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107990.post-117053105382630067</id><published>2007-02-04T19:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T03:30:53.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>am i ready...?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;state of not knowing what to do.&lt;br /&gt;i think i should hurry and think of what i want. i think i might... i think i do.. i think i sld.. sldnt.. i think i thought too much. i think i should stop thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9107990-117053105382630067?l=shirhurt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/feeds/117053105382630067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9107990&amp;postID=117053105382630067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/117053105382630067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/117053105382630067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/2007/02/am-i-ready_04.html' title='am i ready...?'/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018118661969724893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107990.post-117027654223261932</id><published>2007-02-01T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T04:49:02.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ech deadlines</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;its 445AM! FOUR FOURTY-FIVE AM! and im BLOGGING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;wheee. im not done with my FP assignment. and i have to wake by 630. so high now. my ECH late khakis are rushing with me. actually i think ange went fer a nap and syafiqah, my alwaysaroundsametypeofprocrastinatorlikeme is still doing. our rushing style is e same. try to do work but fall aslp or stone by the comp. really stone. ange is more of slp and YOUTUBE distractions. apart from these 2, im practically the last ECH person to be awake now. fralalaa.. lala... la....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;ok. i should so get back to work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9107990-117027654223261932?l=shirhurt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/feeds/117027654223261932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9107990&amp;postID=117027654223261932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/117027654223261932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/117027654223261932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/2007/02/ech-deadlines.html' title='ech deadlines'/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018118661969724893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107990.post-117016857111982084</id><published>2007-01-31T15:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T01:18:21.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you're affecting me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;/edit wed 0035&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;things might not be that bad actually (: i SHOULD get started on my assignments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i need to hurry, and think carefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no more expectations this time. like i've said. this phrase on dec14 cant seem to get out of my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i don't know why, but you're affecting me. more that i thought you could.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-please disregard this post. dont know why im posting it up too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9107990-117016857111982084?l=shirhurt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/feeds/117016857111982084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9107990&amp;postID=117016857111982084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/117016857111982084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/117016857111982084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/2007/01/youre-affecting-me.html' title='you&apos;re affecting me.'/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018118661969724893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107990.post-116984435509522919</id><published>2007-01-27T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T04:51:05.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nearer to V-day n New Year's. can i have a wish?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dumdeedeedahh... (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;i wanted to end this post like that but it seemed really pointless. i won't be able to conceal the fact that i'm trying to make my blog not look dead then. lol. lazy to update so many things n my truck load of photos. next time la huh? since &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;V-Day&lt;/span&gt; is coming, or lets nt talk bout tt since the whole world is making a big hoo-ha over it, &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;New Year&lt;/span&gt; is coming. then er, can i have a &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;New Year wish&lt;/span&gt; please? hmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;anyw, i have no idea how im gg to get thru my exams this sem. this sem's been crazy. every lesson im either late/sleeping/stoning/eatingjunk/drinkingHoneyRed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;tyingFren'sHair/paintingfren'sNails/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;drawingFren'sHand/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;formingMyNamewithAlphabetyBiscuits/skippingItAltogether.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;i'm still asking &lt;strong&gt;Nique&lt;/strong&gt; e same qn each day "&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;er... which module got exam huh?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;TSK. like that HOW?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;why do i always end up ranting? ... i read this line at &lt;strong&gt;Yann'&lt;/strong&gt;s blog just now.. sth like.. "it feels like ive broken up with 25 ppl. a part of me seemes to be missing. the lil ones..." Awww...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;i know exactly how that feels. ive &lt;strong&gt;broken up&lt;/strong&gt; with 14+ of 'em. and it wasnt a mutual agreement, it was under forced circumstances. both parties &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Still Love&lt;/span&gt; each other. ... i miss you kiddos already :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="214" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3808/649/320/846147/the%20joy%20we%20longed%20to%20have.jpg" width="289" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;-my current hp wallpaper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;now why did my entry end on a sour note? dont care. want it to be a happy one. shall place smileys &lt;strong&gt;everywhere&lt;/strong&gt;. (: (: (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and to you: girl ar. dont be sad anymore. dont think so much. if you need someone to talk to, i'm always here. as well as Angel. and im sure there are many others too. its upsetting to see you like that and i dont know what i can do bout it. ni ke yi de. big HUG (:&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/9107990-116984435509522919?l=shirhurt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/feeds/116984435509522919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9107990&amp;postID=116984435509522919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/116984435509522919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/116984435509522919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/2007/01/nearer-to-v-day-n-new-years-can-i-have.html' title='nearer to V-day n New Year&apos;s. can i have a wish?'/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018118661969724893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107990.post-116948356052420535</id><published>2007-01-24T04:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T00:43:45.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;my blog is so dead once more. kept wanting to update but cant seem to get ard to doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;recent happenings were &lt;strong&gt;openhse&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;night safari&lt;/strong&gt; with the guys. yes, i've been to the Botanic Gardens den Zoo den Night Safari fer e past like 2 mths? its fun ok. shall go fishing/prawning next. anyw, Night Safari wasnt as fun as the Zoo, thou the walk was much scarier. n no thanks to Jon, Zong, n Xiang fer trying to hide and leave me by myself so i wld get scared. you guys are the best man, really. lol. went to &lt;strong&gt;the Balcony&lt;/strong&gt; fer e first time too. nothing much, like a cafe only. interesting Jacuuzi upstairs thou. i think if this is an descriptive essay, i wld fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyw, i hope i dn procrastinate as much this year. or be as late fer every meeting with others. but kinda hard. i hope i dn get emo so often too. 2007 seems like a promising year.. hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still feel so blessed having wonderful people ard me. whom i know will always be there for me, to take care of me. you guys know who you are. thanks, i appreciate all of you, really. big hug n kiss to y'all. oh, dont know why my head is stuck with Daniel Powter's songs. esp my blog video n "love you lately". oh well, they're nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;*&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Valentine&lt;/span&gt;'s coming (thou i keep thinking its many weeks away but the world seems to be fretting over it already. so if u cant beat 'em, join 'em)! &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;roses &lt;/span&gt;fer me, anybody? lol x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9107990-116948356052420535?l=shirhurt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/feeds/116948356052420535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9107990&amp;postID=116948356052420535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/116948356052420535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/116948356052420535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/2007/01/2007.html' title='2007'/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018118661969724893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107990.post-116812120957567854</id><published>2007-01-07T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T06:06:49.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>silence unwritten</title><content type='html'>its 6am now. and it's so quiet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9107990-116812120957567854?l=shirhurt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/feeds/116812120957567854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9107990&amp;postID=116812120957567854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/116812120957567854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/116812120957567854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/2007/01/silence-unwritten.html' title='silence unwritten'/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018118661969724893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107990.post-116769078017851208</id><published>2007-01-02T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T06:33:00.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>club on a monday?</title><content type='html'>3 consecutive nights of clubbing. mos zouk mos. im gg crazy already. dont know how to finish my assignments. its seriously time to panic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still miss my belongings ): n dunno y im a wee bit emo today. arrrrrrrr. 630am now, 3pm got training. shall go do my assignments right now. tsk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9107990-116769078017851208?l=shirhurt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/feeds/116769078017851208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9107990&amp;postID=116769078017851208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/116769078017851208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/116769078017851208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/2007/01/club-on-monday.html' title='club on a monday?'/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018118661969724893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107990.post-116752967506264119</id><published>2007-01-01T01:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T09:47:55.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lost bag at mos...</title><content type='html'>what a night at &lt;strong&gt;mos&lt;/strong&gt;. lost my bag. Angel's bag. Jon's wallet and sunglass. wonderful bag tagging system. thats all i have to say now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and maybe sth else along the lines of "&lt;em&gt;please&lt;/em&gt; return our belongings?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-off to bed IF i can get to sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9107990-116752967506264119?l=shirhurt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/feeds/116752967506264119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9107990&amp;postID=116752967506264119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/116752967506264119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/116752967506264119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/2006/12/lost-bag-at-mos.html' title='lost bag at mos...'/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018118661969724893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107990.post-116740337344806071</id><published>2006-12-30T14:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T22:42:53.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>high fever</title><content type='html'>you know Shirley is really sick when....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-there is free &lt;strong&gt;kfc&lt;/strong&gt; but she doesnt want to eat 'em&lt;br /&gt;-there are &lt;strong&gt;lots of junk food&lt;/strong&gt; around her but she doesnt want to eat 'em&lt;br /&gt;-she hasnt even eaten breakfast and is 1038pm&lt;br /&gt;-she slept her Whole Friday away&lt;br /&gt;-she is in blogger typing an entry bout being sick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so bored. i hate today. had so much plans but ended up i cld only sleep. high fever (NO not the feeling &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;high&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; kind) fer e Whole day, like wtf? managed to hang on from 10+am till 5am to go childcare, buy hp and wait fer my brother to cut his hair. and as we reached the clinics, they're ALL closed till like 7? wths. feel like wallowing in self-pity fer awhile. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i skipped training again. most probably skipping tml too. i seem to have skipped a lot of classes recently... maybe... i dunno.. hai... ... what a (%(%)*&amp;#@^@&amp;amp;)# wrong time to get sick, w all the assignments due soon and things to do everyday. hope i get well by tml cuz its Keegan's bdae n im gg mos... burger? :x and sunday gg again. eeks. shall go wallow in self-pity fer a bit yea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9107990-116740337344806071?l=shirhurt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/feeds/116740337344806071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9107990&amp;postID=116740337344806071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/116740337344806071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/116740337344806071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/2006/12/high-fever.html' title='high fever'/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018118661969724893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107990.post-116662492894043045</id><published>2006-12-21T14:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T22:30:53.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;took waaay too many photos recently n i think i'll die from uploading if i try to put them all here. almost died from updating my frenstar only. so why not &lt;strong&gt;you &lt;/strong&gt;check out my frenstar instead?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal" href="http://www.friendster.com/3217204"&gt;http://www.friendster.com/3217204&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;no silly, the number at the back's NOT my handphone number.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;anyway, i simply CANT resist posting this picture up. check out our classic expressions. LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3808/649/1600/8480/crated.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3808/649/320/144521/crated.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you evil pokes. laugh at us when we're gg to be crated. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;oh and i fergot to post this up in frenstar.. Ange said the penguins were talking so...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3808/649/1600/297685/penguiunschatting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="210" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3808/649/320/305333/penguiunschatting.jpg" width="284" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;well tts bout it for now. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy holidays&lt;/span&gt; everyone (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;-scoots off to try starting on assignments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9107990-116662492894043045?l=shirhurt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/feeds/116662492894043045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9107990&amp;postID=116662492894043045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/116662492894043045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/116662492894043045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/2006/12/took-waaay-too-many-photos-recently-n.html' title=''/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018118661969724893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107990.post-116646954950055968</id><published>2006-12-19T19:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T22:30:26.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>17385 my first</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;took truckloads of photos recently. mostly on the 16th, last Saturday i guess. ZOO trip with ECH besties den KBOX-ing with buddies till e following morning. ZOO and buddy outing! of COURSE there are a lot of photo whoring involved. i mean, duh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;too many to upload so i'll just post a few here till im free-er ok? only had time to photoshop 2 also since i juz got home ard 1+am from alicia's hse, vivo and supper &amp; theres sentosa outing tml. hehs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3808/649/1600/686762/IMG_1254-edit%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3808/649/320/195850/IMG_1254-edit%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3808/649/1600/145551/17385mylove-edit%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="220" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3808/649/320/840691/17385mylove-edit%20copy.jpg" width="284" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;seriously, i &lt;strong&gt;LOVE&lt;/strong&gt; you guys.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3808/649/1600/590888/IMG_1253.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="224" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3808/649/320/208254/IMG_1253.jpg" width="278" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the ladies (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3808/649/1600/34061/IMG_1162.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 281px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 223px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="218" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3808/649/320/914370/IMG_1162.jpg" width="276" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy Birthday Jason!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 297px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 227px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="219" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3808/649/320/804537/IMG_1160.jpg" width="294" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;gosh. fun-filled days recently. more photos up soon. gotta update my frenstar too. hehs.. back to my playing with photoshop days now. so fun! tee-hee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i love 17385 (im still nt very sure y we're called tt but i love u guys nonetheless), ECH teletubbies? haha x), nra peeps, MOS dudes, oh my family!, er.. SANTA! and all you random ppl too okie?! im gettin' cranky. can a girl be any happier? &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;-maybe.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/9107990-116646954950055968?l=shirhurt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/feeds/116646954950055968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9107990&amp;postID=116646954950055968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/116646954950055968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/116646954950055968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/2006/12/17385-my-first.html' title='17385 my first'/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018118661969724893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107990.post-116603345273454224</id><published>2006-12-14T18:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T02:10:52.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>disappointment.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i can never communicate with you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;im disappointed once again. &lt;em&gt;i learnt not to have anymore expectations so that i wldnt be pained with disappointment.&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/9107990-116603345273454224?l=shirhurt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/feeds/116603345273454224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9107990&amp;postID=116603345273454224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/116603345273454224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/116603345273454224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/2006/12/disappointment.html' title='disappointment.'/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018118661969724893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107990.post-116574249334451873</id><published>2006-12-10T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T17:24:09.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>brown? x)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;*hah-choo! im ohsosick. wheeee~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;anyways, my previous post was not all about one thing la but i guess i somehow portrayed it tt way. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;its nt all bout dance ok :x&lt;/span&gt; tts all i want to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;and er, im feeling quite&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; good&lt;/span&gt; today. wonder why. lol. (: tee-hee. im off to bb mc (MC AGAIN) to meet my long lost buddies or they wld have forgotten my existence alr. just like all of you. (act emo) :x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"why is there no milkshake at the milkshake party? oh because there's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;!" :/ -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;RED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ice! vodka&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;RED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;bull. my&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;RED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;tobronze&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;highlights&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;RED&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;cars.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;RED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; stairs.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;RED&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;toilets.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;RED&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;rubberbands.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;RED&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;earrings.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;RED &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;pen in front of me. sorry my fetish is getting out of hand. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9107990-116574249334451873?l=shirhurt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/116574249334451873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/116574249334451873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/2006/12/brown-x.html' title='brown? x)'/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018118661969724893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107990.post-116542128771912505</id><published>2006-12-07T16:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T01:19:21.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>negativity</title><content type='html'>i have so much of work to do now but yet i dont feel like doing any of it. i dont feel like going to school, i dont feel like studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;right now, im not really looking forward to dance too.. i hate the feeling of going there alone, ending class and going home straight, alone too. (today seriously scuked.) no more late night suppers, chilling, catching the last bus. no more getting high over the same songs cause we learnt the choreo together. no more meetin up to slack till training starts together. it's just too weird. i know i have you Erena, wilbert, angel.... but it's no longer the same. im sure u guys feel it too. see erena u've influenced me too. Hah.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;here's emo me part 2 :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;it's the first time i cant seem to be able to express myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;the first time i feel so lost and confused.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;the first time i feel so alone in a sea of people. and i dont know who i can talk to. it doesnt matter though, cause it's also the first time i dont want to talk about it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;seriously, i have no idea what's going on, what im doing. just let me hide away, leave me be (but then again nobody's there for me to stop me from hiding away. haha.).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;dont know why im getting affected by these small lil things recently. i really hate to be. i DONT WANT to be. .. im sorry to be ranting here (but i doubt many's reading so it doesnt really matter) but this seems to be my &lt;em&gt;only&lt;/em&gt; outlet. &lt;strong&gt;hi Blogger, my new buddy. thanks fer being here.&lt;/strong&gt; anyw, i'll still be like the same ol' me when you guys see me ard sch or sth so dont worry, i wont go all weird on you. i've mastered the act of feigning nonchalance or simply, the act of acting. it's a skill you need, you know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;the feeling's unbearable. really unbearable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9107990-116542128771912505?l=shirhurt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/feeds/116542128771912505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9107990&amp;postID=116542128771912505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/116542128771912505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/116542128771912505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/2006/12/negativity.html' title='negativity'/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018118661969724893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107990.post-116515958218856230</id><published>2006-12-04T15:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T23:26:57.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>coughin my lungs out part 2</title><content type='html'>im coughing my lungs out again. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hurray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9107990-116515958218856230?l=shirhurt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/feeds/116515958218856230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9107990&amp;postID=116515958218856230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/116515958218856230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/116515958218856230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/2006/12/coughin-my-lungs-out-part-2.html' title='coughin my lungs out part 2'/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018118661969724893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107990.post-116482268631007580</id><published>2006-11-30T17:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T01:51:26.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>who's there to listen</title><content type='html'>Talk. -such a simple word.         &lt;br /&gt; "Talk about it. Let it all out. it'll help, you know" thats what &lt;em&gt;people&lt;/em&gt; say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-but who's listening?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9107990-116482268631007580?l=shirhurt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/feeds/116482268631007580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9107990&amp;postID=116482268631007580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/116482268631007580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/116482268631007580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/2006/11/whos-there-to-listen.html' title='who&apos;s there to listen'/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018118661969724893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107990.post-116473634458879496</id><published>2006-11-29T17:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T01:54:14.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>school thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hello world&lt;/span&gt;. im so sick of school these days. all the assignments n lectures :( im late fer class everyday no matter how i try to hurry. todays e best i tell you. i reached class half hr late, half slept half highlight notes fer another half hour n slept the remaining 2 hours away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;... n my friends are the too nice kind who wldnt want to disturb my sleep. n would let me continue sleepin thou all the students have split into groups n are doing projects sumwher else. right. picture me sleepin alone on 1 table n the lecturer in front of me. all other students bent over tables/floors working on their assignments. TSK. 2nd time this happened alr. im sure e lecturers know me well now. im gettin worse at this school thing. am lagging behind in all my assignments (WHAT assignments? i really dont know bout all of them), nt concentrating in any class ecetera. wonder where all these would lead to :/ &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 sld stop rambling. shall go to bed soon and forget bout assignments, bout everything else.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;wld you lie with me and just forget the world.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vodka redbull, my new delight (just noticed theres e word 'red' in it. HAH). helps in forgetting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;jiayou bah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9107990-116473634458879496?l=shirhurt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/feeds/116473634458879496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9107990&amp;postID=116473634458879496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/116473634458879496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/116473634458879496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/2006/11/school-thing.html' title='school thing'/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018118661969724893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107990.post-116455352546954891</id><published>2006-11-27T15:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T02:52:17.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>recent happenings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;jeremiah. says:&lt;br /&gt;Shriley is so beautifulllll &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;(nincompoop. spell my name wrong)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jeremiah. says:&lt;br /&gt;but i'm prettier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;shir. *argh, lesson plans says:&lt;br /&gt;nah i am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shir. *argh, lesson plans says:&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;jeremiah. says:&lt;br /&gt;NO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;jeremiah. says:&lt;br /&gt;I SAID I'M PRETTIER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jeremiah. says:&lt;br /&gt;SO SHOVE IT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;shir. *argh, lesson plans says:&lt;br /&gt;NO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;shir. *argh, lesson plans says:&lt;br /&gt;make like e wind n blow away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shir. *argh, lesson plans says:&lt;br /&gt;I AM PRETTIER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;jeremiah. says:&lt;br /&gt;make like a tree and get out of here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;jeremiah. says:&lt;br /&gt;I AM BEAUTIFULLER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;jeremiah. says:&lt;br /&gt;HA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;jeremiah. says:&lt;br /&gt;THATS RIGHT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;jeremiah. says:&lt;br /&gt;BEAUTIFULLER!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;shir. *argh, lesson plans says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. A TREE can MOVE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;jeremiah. says:&lt;br /&gt;I'M FULLER IN EVERY SENSE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;jeremiah. says:&lt;br /&gt;YEAH A TREE CAN MOVE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;jeremiah. says:&lt;br /&gt;OH GOSH...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;jeremiah. says:&lt;br /&gt;I'M SWAYING IN MY SEAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;shir. *argh, lesson plans says:&lt;br /&gt;YEA TUMMY-SENSE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;jeremiah. says:&lt;br /&gt;WHAT FUN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;shir. *argh, lesson plans says:&lt;br /&gt;yay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;jeremiah. says:&lt;br /&gt;GROGGY FROGGY SPLOGGY PIMPLE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;shir. *argh, lesson plans says:&lt;br /&gt;PIMPLE doesnt really rhyme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shir. *argh, lesson plans says:&lt;br /&gt;n so now this huh, CAPS-typing every word&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shir. *argh, lesson plans says:&lt;br /&gt;the new red too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shir. *argh, lesson plans says:&lt;br /&gt;*black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;jeremiah. says:&lt;br /&gt;yesh the new red black bloue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, that was a random conversation on msn. thought it was rather silly n i was lazy to blog bout other things so ta-dah, its here. weisheng was on drugs, that must be it. typing silly. i mean, silly-YER than normal. actually no huh he's always like tt, medication or no medication. yes i do know tt im contradicting. neways, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RED's&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; my new fetish&lt;/span&gt;. its the new black. think it started last few wks. think ST noticed it. lol. hehs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/62/2857/50/collage23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #660066 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #660066 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #660066 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #660066 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/62/2857/200/collage23.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recent happenings! &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in case u guys ferget how i look like. ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(im still a good girl all right :/)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-lets paint the town red-&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/9107990-116455352546954891?l=shirhurt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/feeds/116455352546954891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9107990&amp;postID=116455352546954891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/116455352546954891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/116455352546954891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/2006/11/recent-happenings.html' title='recent happenings'/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018118661969724893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107990.post-116352651558090081</id><published>2006-11-15T17:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T01:54:01.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nra Danzation 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Nra Danzation was great. It is finally over. after months of training and being with Nra people everyday, forgo-ing school and spending little time with other friends and family. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i cant believe its really over. im so going to miss the times we had. am already missing them now :( this just keep going on in my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;this is what we dream about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;but the only question with me (us) now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;is Do I (we) make you proud......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;stronger than i've ever been&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;never been afraid of standing out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Do i (we) make you proud......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;hah... i wished my parents had been there. i wished i have asked everybody but i didnt. thats my only regret ok other than the fact tt i dint take enough pictures.. send me if u happen to see my face in ur camera ok! out of point. so anyway, im thankful to so many people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;thanks to NRA and Ann especially for this wonderful opportunity.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;thanks to the people who went. i feel as if you guys are one step closer to me now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;thanks to my besties in Nra (Songting, Mingming, Py, Wilbert etc) for all the rubbish. lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;thanks to my family.. sorry for all the late nights n all.. hope you guys understood.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;thanks to Bee, Ching, Yin, Brian and the rest for being my pillar of support&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;thanks to my Ech clique for understanding, for planning project meetings and outings around my dance, helping do more of the assignments cause u guys know im too busy with dance, letting me sleep through project time in class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;thanks to everyone and anyone who bothered to show concern for me during this period when im the most proned to emotional breakdowns. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;and thanks to so many others that i failed to mention..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;seriously, i &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt; you guys. HAH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;ANYWAY. i so want a video of e whole Danzation (though i tear each time when the video rolls on at the start and when daphne sings...) send me that and my pictures if u have ok! i'l be indebted to you. lol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;argh. i cant get over the fact that its really over... i sld be relieved now and feel happy bout having a 2 weeks break from dance. but somehow i just feel &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;empty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. i ended school today feeling lost. not gg studio, library to meet nra peeps etc. can i have another day of Danzation? please? just to relive the moment? :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;gettin so sad thinking about all these. grrfh. change topic. Bee! (and all others) you guys can ask me out these 2 weeks, i promised to spend time with all of you after my production so i will yea (: and to the normal civilian world, im back! hello world, hello my rotting blog. well hello PROJECTS and school. hello extra time. hello novels and archie comics. hello skirts back into my life (thou its been too long since ive worn them n i love pants now). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;think i shall continue my lengthy entry another day as its 138am now and i haven done any assignments. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i wont forget this period of my life. thanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;this is what we dream about.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;do i? do we?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9107990-116352651558090081?l=shirhurt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/feeds/116352651558090081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9107990&amp;postID=116352651558090081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/116352651558090081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/116352651558090081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/2006/11/nra-danzation-2006.html' title='Nra Danzation 2006'/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018118661969724893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107990.post-116243343041588824</id><published>2006-11-03T01:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T10:36:00.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>drained</title><content type='html'>i just have to update sth otherwise my blog will just die and decay :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been soooo busy recently i dont have time fer anything else besides school, dance and sleep. actually, im lacking a lot of sleep :( and now e IT lecturer is droning on and on again (nagging!) making me want to sleep. have been sleepin less than 5hrs a day and my eyebags are now bigger than my eyes. haha.... not funny. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so scared! Production's coming nearer and nearer.. 9 more days only! why is it coming so fast?! im nt even excited bout it cause i cant stop feeling scared. sighs. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;please turn out well please please please..&lt;/span&gt; the weekend's gg to be crazy- training training and more training. i can forget bout my tests and assignments alr. its so boring readin this right :x but i just had to rant. ok back to IT class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, im still sick YAYAYAY!! *i wan my mcflurry :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9107990-116243343041588824?l=shirhurt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/feeds/116243343041588824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9107990&amp;postID=116243343041588824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/116243343041588824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/116243343041588824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/2006/11/drained.html' title='drained'/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018118661969724893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107990.post-116174900107275825</id><published>2006-10-25T14:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T12:03:21.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sick!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;YAY im sick again :( woke up late today (dunno hus fault. lol) and mom suggested to skip sch n visit e doctors instead. as i feel as if my lungs are coming out each time i cough, i agreed -.- 2days mc from the doc. 30bucks. skipped 4 hrs of class alr, later still got class at like 2? same module as what i have skipped earlier. maybe sld go so can stall next time den skip. lol. dance fer these 2 nights again. actually i sld just skip all classes these 2 days n just go fer dance. yep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;it seriously scukkkkkksssss being sick!!! i have a blocked nose, my throat hurts, the cough is giving me 6pacs(how to spell? lol) and my ulcer aint helping. shall go take my medicine (ya i'll just take but nt eat 'em ..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;*grumbles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-thank god for my pillar of support&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9107990-116174900107275825?l=shirhurt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/feeds/116174900107275825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9107990&amp;postID=116174900107275825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/116174900107275825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/116174900107275825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/2006/10/sick.html' title='sick!'/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018118661969724893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107990.post-116128559209467420</id><published>2006-10-20T18:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T03:19:52.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hide</title><content type='html'>sometimes you just feel as if you want to hide away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9107990-116128559209467420?l=shirhurt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/feeds/116128559209467420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9107990&amp;postID=116128559209467420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/116128559209467420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/116128559209467420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/2006/10/hide.html' title='hide'/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018118661969724893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107990.post-116093755862823219</id><published>2006-10-16T17:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T02:39:18.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>rants;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sch's starting...... nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!&lt;br /&gt;dreaddreaddreaddreaddreaddreaddread&lt;br /&gt;and i think im startin to get sick. boohoos :(&lt;br /&gt;hope its a good week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;psst: st, sometimes i really wonder if horoscopes are really true. hahs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9107990-116093755862823219?l=shirhurt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/feeds/116093755862823219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9107990&amp;postID=116093755862823219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/116093755862823219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/116093755862823219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/2006/10/rants-schs-starting.html' title=''/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018118661969724893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107990.post-116082617869287146</id><published>2006-10-15T10:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T19:47:24.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>phuture</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;wheee. love the late nights. or rather, early mornings? its been one hell of a week (: actually, come to think of it, its one hell of er, 2 wks? past 2 wks were rather crazy. coming back in e morning everyday is fun. cant seem to get enough of a night laa. i sooo dont want sch to start now :( (aiyo why my sentences like no link to the next)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went clubbing again last night. phuture was darn packed la. somehow the girls liked it more than mos the other day but i think i prefer the latter.. lol. not so packed n hot. ehh realized i dint take much pictures when i go clubbing. only a few were taken cuz others initiated it. oh wells... went fer a drink in town after the last song and took 190 back in the morning. had breakfast at Mc with zong n Simon Says (LOL) b4 heading home ard 10am. woke up in e evening. arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr i cant seem to link my thoughts together. haha. i shall blog some other day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;dont know y i always do silly things. why am i always the one to apologise when its not my fault in the first place? hate me today~~ hate me tml~~ -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and i so dont want to think anymore...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9107990-116082617869287146?l=shirhurt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/feeds/116082617869287146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9107990&amp;postID=116082617869287146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/116082617869287146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/116082617869287146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/2006/10/phuture.html' title='phuture'/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018118661969724893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107990.post-116060151552403646</id><published>2006-10-12T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T05:18:35.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>issues. pray</title><content type='html'>its 5am now. just got home and bathed. waiting fer hair to dry again (but will just end up sleepin when its still wet) :/ i still have no idea what im gg to do about all these issues. they're really causing me to be unhappy; every little thing seems to be able to affect me. i hate this feeling.  &lt;strong&gt;But &lt;/strong&gt;they all seem trivial as compared to this other thing... i hope everything will turn out fine kie.. i really do believe that good begets good. i'll pray for him too. be strong yea.. and pls rem that im here if you need someone (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-late nights-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9107990-116060151552403646?l=shirhurt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/feeds/116060151552403646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9107990&amp;postID=116060151552403646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/116060151552403646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/116060151552403646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/2006/10/issues-pray.html' title='issues. pray'/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018118661969724893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107990.post-116041559214851398</id><published>2006-10-10T16:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T01:40:03.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mean.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i dont think i'll ever be able to blog bout happy things anymore. hah. or at least fer awhile. because everytime i finally come right down to it, it turns out be be an unhappy thing. i dont think im making much sense. but argh. i wonder why the whole world is gettin' emo now. sometimes i wonder who i can talk to. tts why my msn nick was "sometimes i really wonder" fer awhile -.-" in the end it seems as if every1 is talking bout feeling the same way. maybe we're all just selfish creatures. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;why must people say/do things that they know others wldnt like if they knew about it? why start all these in the first place? are you plain jealous? well, grow up cause you dont intimidate me nor do you bring me down AT ALL. (: i pity you though, if you have to say bad things about others to make yourself feel better. because i know and i bet you know that deep down, u're just jealous. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i just hope for the people ard me to be happy. truly. and i hope to be happy too...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9107990-116041559214851398?l=shirhurt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/feeds/116041559214851398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9107990&amp;postID=116041559214851398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/116041559214851398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/116041559214851398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/2006/10/mean.html' title='mean.'/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018118661969724893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107990.post-116017763568226353</id><published>2006-10-07T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T07:33:55.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>club</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;its 726 am! and i just got home! actually i just bathed, need to wait fer hair to dry b4 hitting the sack. finally went clubbing today. it was a great 1st time yea. got to know a lot of new ppl... hehs. all nice ppl (: and still got ppl send my frens n i back. gosh. shall go into details when i wake up er later? (actually im still wide awake)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i even chatted with the newspaper uncle on the lift! he's on his sat morning workin giving out newspapers n im still on my fri night. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9107990-116017763568226353?l=shirhurt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/feeds/116017763568226353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9107990&amp;postID=116017763568226353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/116017763568226353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/116017763568226353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/2006/10/club.html' title='club'/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018118661969724893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107990.post-116007086705629481</id><published>2006-10-07T02:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T07:36:29.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mabs n shruts bdae; pretending.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;been really busy these few weeks. just got home from Mab's bdae bbq. &lt;strong&gt;Happy Birthday Mab and Shruts!&lt;/strong&gt; love you guys. love the taxi ride with 6 of us squeezing at the back (oops mabel u not inside :x) and me sitting on the middle floor thingy. the&lt;strong&gt; escargot&lt;/strong&gt; tasted nice but it was a &lt;strong&gt;scary&lt;/strong&gt; experience, still is. i can imagine it crawling in my tummy now and it'll take forever to pass out from my body cause a snail's freakin' slow. what if it eats up my organs? what a horrible thought. be careful, my lungs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know how to continue this lame-ness anymore so i shallnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i think im getting damn good at pretending now. pretending that no such thing is happening. pretending that certain things dont matter to me at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i am happy.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;all i have to do is keep reminding myself that so that i'll be convinced.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9107990-116007086705629481?l=shirhurt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/feeds/116007086705629481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9107990&amp;postID=116007086705629481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/116007086705629481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/116007086705629481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/2006/10/mabs-n-shruts-bdae-pretending.html' title='mabs n shruts bdae; pretending.'/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018118661969724893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107990.post-115998882274987408</id><published>2006-10-05T18:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T03:08:06.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>emo? me?</title><content type='html'>shyt. im gettin' emo. argh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;can everybody like, grow up? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FUCK.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9107990-115998882274987408?l=shirhurt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/feeds/115998882274987408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9107990&amp;postID=115998882274987408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/115998882274987408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107990/posts/default/115998882274987408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/2006/10/emo-me.html' title='emo? me?'/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018118661969724893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
