<?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-19196923</id><updated>2011-04-22T05:38:34.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i have a big head with a pea brain</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smarty-peas.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19196923/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smarty-peas.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19196923/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>smarty pea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17302672881335389826</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>264</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19196923.post-6143645415082774400</id><published>2008-09-06T00:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T00:24:52.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this place is so dead. admist my busy-ness, i shall try to air my views a little. i just realised that busi-ness is actually business. no wonder business pple are so busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bus comm is sucking up my time. this wk, im meeting my grp mates 5 days out of 7 days a week just for this module. how crazy can that be. on top of that, i meet my other proj mates for other proj. and my tutor said be prepared cos this is only the start. in the following weeks to come, the workload will snowball heavier. omg. i wana faint. so breathless! luckily the other projs haven really flood in. i just cleared macro proj. im so happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw i just witnessed an accident on the way hm after dinner just now. cyclist and car. got a scare. i was so worried for the cyclist, but yet my heart didnt skip a beat for him. cos he was in the wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if i were the govt, i wld ban 2 grps of pple in my country. they come and create trouble and all sorts of unrest in sgp, i mean pple always give the politcally correct answer and say we need to have foreign talent in a globalised economy. we cant do without them. but with them, we get a whole new set of problems which i think far offset the contributions they have given us from what i can see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait for this sem to end! looking forward to 2dec. my last paper. then i'l be sitting a380 to sydney. gg aussie for 2 weeks. then celebrate xmas! and then looking fwd to cny09! and whoosh! off to swiss for sep! omg overwhelmed by my exciting life ahead! my motivation to pull through this sem!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19196923-6143645415082774400?l=smarty-peas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smarty-peas.blogspot.com/feeds/6143645415082774400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19196923&amp;postID=6143645415082774400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19196923/posts/default/6143645415082774400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19196923/posts/default/6143645415082774400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smarty-peas.blogspot.com/2008/09/this-place-is-so-dead.html' title=''/><author><name>smarty pea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17302672881335389826</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-19196923.post-6868697364311225879</id><published>2008-07-26T23:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T00:03:30.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>recently i have been grumpy like an old woman, hard to please, hak pok, chow kuan person. i dont know what. like as if im pms-ing everyother day. until i feel sort of bitchy myself. but i cant control the hormones within me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe its cos of my job now. im so glad i only have 1 week left = 5 days! like finally! as torturing as the cpf one. no ... ok la....cpf one was worse. everyday come home, rushing to catch all the tv shows, before they can end, i fell aslp in front of the sofa. and the cycle repeats. so no life right? cant wait for the week i end work, i wana stay at home and continue my rotting life. its kinda relaxing and stress free. and i realised i love cooking my own porridge myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i seriously think i am getting more and more "no-life". just satisfied with getting coop at home, lazing ard and the time can passs equally fast than when i was roaming ard in orchard when i was in sec sch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah whatever. no life no life lor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19196923-6868697364311225879?l=smarty-peas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smarty-peas.blogspot.com/feeds/6868697364311225879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19196923&amp;postID=6868697364311225879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19196923/posts/default/6868697364311225879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19196923/posts/default/6868697364311225879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smarty-peas.blogspot.com/2008/07/recently-i-have-been-grumpy-like-old.html' title=''/><author><name>smarty pea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17302672881335389826</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-19196923.post-6671665284218384273</id><published>2008-07-10T23:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T23:36:36.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omg i really hate &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gahmen&lt;/span&gt; jobs. i cannot emphasize more. the culture and the system of how things are done, sometimes they dont make sense, unlike the effective and efficient gahmen that we have.&lt;br /&gt;i noticed that every jul i will land in shit jobs and they happened to be gahmen jobs. i swear never to work for them again. i dont even feel like working after the first day of work. time passes so slowly, counting by the minutes, then the hour, and ah ...one hr finally passed. even school passed faster. and i have to resort to terminating my contract earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the red tape, wastage of paper, oh u really find it ironic that the media stresses on going green, the gahmen supporting conservation, but yet, organisations are wasting so much paper with so much unnecessary paperwork, printing, shredding, the staff shld be educated on this. this is smth they have failed in. but its every organisation that wastes paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just now, i went to a hello shop to activate my "pay as you roam" svc. its so funny, im working in singtel yet i can do nothing at work to activate it. anw the queue was damn bloody long. i asked if i had to join the queue for this simple procdure, and they said yes. so i had no choice. the guy serving behind the counter was slow like toitoise. i seriously shld find out his name and sabo him in office. cut his pay or smth. every 5 pple the other person served, he served one. and i suay suay got him. if i had gotten served by the other person, i wld have completed aeons ago.  anything i ask him, he is unsure. takes damn bloody long to process that damn form which is just fill in my name, i/c and phone no.!?? only when my father ask can i sign alr? i need to leave first then he slowly give us the form to sign. omg i wanted to box him. he looks like he is sleeping all the time! his eyes are hardly open!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i asked him another qn abt mobile mail, he went to surf the system, dont know if he is surfing onl and pretend to be busy, ( a trick when u work in gahmen job, i learnt it in cpf), he took so long to research for me. then i said if u dont know then nvm. he said, no u wait ah...so i have to wait for him. my god. big mistake. then he answered some stupid ans. i wanted to scold him, but i thought i might waste more time talking to him, i left. look at how slow he photocopied my i/c. argh!!!! talk abt him my blood is boiling. if i knew his name, tmr i will go back office and cut his pay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok im too angry to go on any further.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19196923-6671665284218384273?l=smarty-peas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smarty-peas.blogspot.com/feeds/6671665284218384273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19196923&amp;postID=6671665284218384273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19196923/posts/default/6671665284218384273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19196923/posts/default/6671665284218384273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smarty-peas.blogspot.com/2008/07/omg-i-really-hate-gahmen-jobs.html' title=''/><author><name>smarty pea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17302672881335389826</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-19196923.post-1505815473322656875</id><published>2008-07-01T17:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T17:31:09.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>have been working on an adhoc basis. just completed work at the cover club event. meeting all those big shots of top tier businessmen. hmms. learning about succession planning and meeting very relevant people to my course. rather an interesting event. but work was tedious and tiring. cutting so many placards. its really not easy hosting and organising an event. so much more work goes behind the scene and im sure some credits goes to us for making it successful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was tiring esp on fri, at the oriental hotel itself, the hotel is very posh. i wore heeels the entire day, walking and running errands, which let to the collapse of my left foot and i actually sprained my foot after i got home. so now im nursing a swollen black left foot at hm. but it feels pretty good staying at home resting. not going out and spending money. all i need is the tv and internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and ytd i went back to work for the same company. transcripting. it was very good money so i cldnt reject it. i didnt expect to take 12 hrs to transcript a 2 hr tape. i actually pia-ed super hard for this. nv pia so hard for work before. i practically sat there the entire day, listening and typing away. my butt felt flat. i didnt even go out for lunch. i kept thinking about the 240 i will get at the end of the day which kept me going on. at the end of it, i had back ache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but listening to the tape was no easy feat. we have one ang moh who talks faster than amanda, not forgetting his accent, 2 guys from the up and rising nation I, with strong heavy accent, one who mumbles worst than jay chou, (i thought jay chou is the only guy who mumbles), another ang moh who speaks too... into the american style cant really catch what he is saying. i must say all the female speakers were the clearest. but sadly there were only 3 of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i admire dr stephen riady for his stable composure, wisdom, and experience. he sounds like a very responsible CEO and father. he is the clearest guy-speaker, i must say. when its his turn, i willl be very happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when its the I, i will crinch. i got so pek cek trying to transcript the I, cos i rewind and rewind many times, but i still cldnt figure out what they said, so i just invent, or put .... hhaha! to the point i was so tempted to launch them into orbit and give them a flying dropkick back to I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so glad its over now. but it was a great experience for a transcript job.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19196923-1505815473322656875?l=smarty-peas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smarty-peas.blogspot.com/feeds/1505815473322656875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19196923&amp;postID=1505815473322656875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19196923/posts/default/1505815473322656875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19196923/posts/default/1505815473322656875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smarty-peas.blogspot.com/2008/07/have-been-working-on-adhoc-basis.html' title=''/><author><name>smarty pea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17302672881335389826</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-19196923.post-4221349519550038852</id><published>2008-06-20T12:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T12:16:16.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>theres so many things pending that i have yet to do, and the feeling of knowing that there's so many things waiting for you to do and you will never gona finish your work at the end of the day, totally sucks. i need to pack the table, clear the rubbish on the bed, pack my bedroom, pack my cupboard, sell of my unwanted clothes, wash the clothes, call up sponsors, omg. its holiday now!! and its still so busy?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holiday time is the period of high inertia. i haven started reading my books yet, revise my german.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my life is so unhappening. its so full of regrets.  life is a failure when  its so full of regret. sigh.  so many things which i regretted not signing up for. and missed once in a lifetime opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;first is the work and travel usa thing. my friends ask me why i didnt ask them if not we cld have gone tog. no one said anything so no one made any move!!&lt;br /&gt;second is LPP program to germany. but this one not so dui.&lt;br /&gt;third is summer internship in korea! omg i can smack myself. i actually saw the applic and didnt apply. i shld have went ahead to apply. gosh. if not i will be in korea now! see so many opportunities knocking on my door and i just let them go like dat. i only have 3 yrs to study and explore and after that its out to the working world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daddy says these kinda opportunities are hard to come by so just grab it. but im worried about the financial costs he has to support me. he says next yr if you catch the opportunities again, dont think so much and just grab them. mummy only sees the cost that i will incur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see parents are conflicting each other they are making their kids confused. argh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in life, you just cant think so  much and care too much abt certain things. if not your life will be much more complicated!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19196923-4221349519550038852?l=smarty-peas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smarty-peas.blogspot.com/feeds/4221349519550038852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19196923&amp;postID=4221349519550038852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19196923/posts/default/4221349519550038852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19196923/posts/default/4221349519550038852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smarty-peas.blogspot.com/2008/06/theres-so-many-things-pending-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>smarty pea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17302672881335389826</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-19196923.post-6662826836065767943</id><published>2008-06-19T18:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T18:46:36.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>aiyoooo.... im regretting not gg aust with my parents. my mum has been nagging at me the whole week, everytime she talks to me, its abt washing the clothes, bringing it out to the sun, which ones to iron, even remind me to put peg to sun it?!?! arh... so lor saw..... i wish i was going with her so i dont have to hear all these. does her life revolves ard the clothes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and by not working, im becoming so nua...i have to constantly eat if not i will feel like jelly. and i haven been exercising. but if i work i get tired easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but ultimately, i think studying is still the best. i wish holiday isnt so long. i want to go back to study at least my life is more planned this way. and this makes me rethink that i want to do my honours so that i can study longer and not come out to society to work faster. in the past i think that honours or not, im fine with it. cos i can always do a masters after i work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the grass is always greener on the other side. we're never contented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw went mango sale today. nothing much for me to buy, or rather i have been buying alot until i feel saturated? didnt feel like buying anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to go travelling! now i have the time, but i dont have the money. i bet when i have the money, i wont have the time. sians.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19196923-6662826836065767943?l=smarty-peas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smarty-peas.blogspot.com/feeds/6662826836065767943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19196923&amp;postID=6662826836065767943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19196923/posts/default/6662826836065767943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19196923/posts/default/6662826836065767943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smarty-peas.blogspot.com/2008/06/aiyoooo.html' title=''/><author><name>smarty pea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17302672881335389826</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-19196923.post-4631537348545788848</id><published>2008-06-17T16:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T16:37:05.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>contract has ended last fri. i was enjoying life staying at home ytd and today. totally living it up, the taitai life. finally can sleep in late, read newspapers!! watch bo ying ren (oh how i miss it so much! my childhood show with sharon au as chen mei guang guang guang....) no longer have to stare at the painful computer screen in the office doing nothing and worried that i will get caught surfing the net, put mask, applying lots of face cream, and pampering products, and last but not least, guard the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but after 2 days, im already getting bored of staying home. need to get a job fast! plus i bought so many g2000 clothes gotta put them to use! okay i think i just bought $400 worth of g2000 clothes plus 50% disct so i saved 200! shiok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i need income to go travelling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after much thoughts, i realised i haven been living my life the way i want it to be. But yet again, life dont always go on like how you plan it to be. right now, im going the very protective, apathetic, very taken care and spoon fed route. going through school, working admin jobs during holidays, that kind of totally guai student and daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but what i want is to really experience the hardships, challenges, getting out of this protective bubble, and trying out things considered the abnormal. like for eg, dress up as a buggly bear entertaining kids in an amusement park, work in a theme park permanently, but now my life has been shaped so nicely for me, that it tells me to go school, study, graduate, work and thats all. how conventional and boring isnt it'? and since its already shaped like that for me since i was young, like the education system planning and prompting me where to go next and that sort of thing, i find it difficult to come out of my comfort zone and try this unconventional route.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if only i can plan my life again, i will do all these. and there are so many things which i want to change but its too late. and even learning from mistakes now, still cannot change it cos what's over is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i feel like approaching a palm expert to read into my future. i really cant picture my life in future. and that day i just chance upon some palmistry books my father has been keeping for years but clearly forgotten about. but when i open it, i cldnt understand, or rather i didnt have the patience to read finish the whole bk to know how to read my palm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this reminds me i have 2 books at home that i bought but haven read yet. i have high inertia for books!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAPP report says that im philosophical. hmmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19196923-4631537348545788848?l=smarty-peas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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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-19196923.post-4753141875125317626</id><published>2008-06-03T23:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T23:49:02.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the world is such a political place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel so redundant and dumb working now.&lt;br /&gt;i feel the same way in cca.&lt;br /&gt;i feel like i didnt have a mouth. i just cant talk! or i dont say the right things at the right time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe if i hadnt pursued to achieve all these, it would be better.&lt;br /&gt;i actually felt that studying is better than working for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;urrgh. sighs. im confused. so political.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19196923-4753141875125317626?l=smarty-peas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smarty-peas.blogspot.com/feeds/4753141875125317626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19196923&amp;postID=4753141875125317626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19196923/posts/default/4753141875125317626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19196923/posts/default/4753141875125317626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smarty-peas.blogspot.com/2008/06/world-is-such-political-place.html' title=''/><author><name>smarty pea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17302672881335389826</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-19196923.post-5209295401750384860</id><published>2008-05-26T22:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T23:00:47.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>work has been good. basically just sitting ard and collecting my pay only. and i simply love the environment and culture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alot of bitching abt the pple there with my mum through instant msging. ahhah! i work under 2 guys. i prefer one of them. and the guy i prefer is very charismatic and super nice and understanding. i like him alot!! the other guy is not bad, except that he gives me difficult work to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how i wish i can work longer. its the best paying job and perhaps one of the best jobs i've worked so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im damn sore i have to take half day  leave this thur to go back sch for this map shit. why do they always have to arrange for a day which i cannot make it?! i have to sacrifice $60 of my pay for this $30 map shit. and i dont know if its worth it. it better be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shopping shopping shopping.......cant stop spending. im getting super broke!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19196923-5209295401750384860?l=smarty-peas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smarty-peas.blogspot.com/feeds/5209295401750384860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19196923&amp;postID=5209295401750384860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19196923/posts/default/5209295401750384860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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money, just went for a run, ate breakfast at the market, went home to read newspapers, fell asleep on the sofa (though i was sleeping and sweating), woke up at 230 to eat my lunch, walk around the house, bathed, surfed the net, ooooh i feel so relax even though u know the urban lifestyle is right outside ur doorstep, the wheezing past of cars, minutes to the city(since sgp is not that big).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moreover i went out shopping with mummy on fri and sat. i bought quite alot, and saw even more things to buy but i had to control myself cos im intending to go hk soon!. oh and fri i drove to vivo from home. i was sweating all over, it was so scary! luckily the carpark down isnt the spiral kind if not i will peng. when i came out, my legs were quite jelly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay im starting work on tue! im quite excited! so thats why on fri and sat i bought mainly working clothes. i asked my mum to go and kpo see who is the guy im working for in her company. she went to ask her kpo friend, and then when she told me, i found her friend super funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mummy:eh do u know who is XXX ?&lt;br /&gt;kpo friend: oh him arh.. ya.. there...he's short, quite fat, not very handsome....&lt;br /&gt;mummy: ooi.. i never ask you to tell me about his looks. is he a nice person anot?&lt;br /&gt;kpo: oh this one..i dont know. i dont really know him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly i dont know if i made the right choice by not gg aussie with my parents this june. reg asks me to go. but anw i think sis room cant fit so many pple. and she alr told daddy to bring sleeping bag means they are gg to slp on the floor?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i super regret not signing up for work and travel if not i wld have been in US now :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19196923-5766789723522698294?l=smarty-peas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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pea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17302672881335389826</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/_HfY-8H9fryA/SCxipOCrM5I/AAAAAAAAAIU/v3ybw3E90oo/s72-c/collage2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19196923.post-6570089284663381506</id><published>2008-05-14T23:39:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T00:24:44.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the long-awaited wedding</title><content type='html'>my life has been rather happening after exams..since wed till tue is the kind when i wake up, i need to get out of the house already. slept at 3am the past few nights. attended the wedding of the millenium for 3 days. but it was fun :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HfY-8H9fryA/SCsRzuCrM4I/AAAAAAAAAIM/CgTK8LNbQU8/s1600-h/DSCF1400.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HfY-8H9fryA/SCsRzuCrM4I/AAAAAAAAAIM/CgTK8LNbQU8/s200/DSCF1400.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200269774959620994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;there were like 20 tables in the front porch!? thats how big the house is. wedding kinda chairs not plastic ones! thats how rich pple can get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HfY-8H9fryA/SCsRGeCrM3I/AAAAAAAAAIE/syyn6CCwH8I/s1600-h/DSCF1399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HfY-8H9fryA/SCsRGeCrM3I/AAAAAAAAAIE/syyn6CCwH8I/s200/DSCF1399.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200268997570540402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;buffet style in the huge mansion. with bow and vest kinda waiter serving you drinks. plus in-house chef to make the indian nan and kebab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HfY-8H9fryA/SCsQR-CrM2I/AAAAAAAAAH8/GDjccoKbbD8/s1600-h/DSCF1398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HfY-8H9fryA/SCsQR-CrM2I/AAAAAAAAAH8/GDjccoKbbD8/s200/DSCF1398.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200268095627408226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;check out this huge house man. tents were so lavish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HfY-8H9fryA/SCsPvOCrM1I/AAAAAAAAAH0/Bx5t2DMsckM/s1600-h/DSCF1404.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HfY-8H9fryA/SCsPvOCrM1I/AAAAAAAAAH0/Bx5t2DMsckM/s200/DSCF1404.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200267498626954066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;have you seen them dance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HfY-8H9fryA/SCsPHeCrM0I/AAAAAAAAAHs/zJ1Q8ZV-kF4/s1600-h/DSCF1408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HfY-8H9fryA/SCsPHeCrM0I/AAAAAAAAAHs/zJ1Q8ZV-kF4/s200/DSCF1408.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200266815727153986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;at the indian hanna party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HfY-8H9fryA/SCsOmuCrMzI/AAAAAAAAAHk/5n_uxThsqjs/s1600-h/DSCF1417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HfY-8H9fryA/SCsOmuCrMzI/AAAAAAAAAHk/5n_uxThsqjs/s200/DSCF1417.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200266253086438194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;in the jie mei outfit waiting for the bridal car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HfY-8H9fryA/SCsNLOCrMxI/AAAAAAAAAHU/2FMu6JCjnc8/s1600-h/DSCF1423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HfY-8H9fryA/SCsNLOCrMxI/AAAAAAAAAHU/2FMu6JCjnc8/s200/DSCF1423.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200264681128407826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;part of the jie-mei-tuan! love the hair and make-up. totally worth the $135 which we have been complaining for the past few mths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HfY-8H9fryA/SCsMtOCrMwI/AAAAAAAAAHM/KUSsQRokCWQ/s1600-h/DSCF1439.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HfY-8H9fryA/SCsMtOCrMwI/AAAAAAAAAHM/KUSsQRokCWQ/s200/DSCF1439.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200264165732332290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;me and shar. the online shopping emo kinda shot. i love this shot man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HfY-8H9fryA/SCsMFuCrMvI/AAAAAAAAAHE/hD3S5T5XO1Y/s1600-h/DSCF1454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HfY-8H9fryA/SCsMFuCrMvI/AAAAAAAAAHE/hD3S5T5XO1Y/s200/DSCF1454.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200263487127499506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;on our way to shangri-la. comparing see whose eyes are the biggest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HfY-8H9fryA/SCsLdOCrMuI/AAAAAAAAAG8/2jNiKbdcRKI/s1600-h/DSCF1471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HfY-8H9fryA/SCsLdOCrMuI/AAAAAAAAAG8/2jNiKbdcRKI/s200/DSCF1471.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200262791342797538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;our camwhoring sessions in the suite. i love the suite! so heavenly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HfY-8H9fryA/SCsKcuCrMtI/AAAAAAAAAG0/gzRcDcpKXeY/s1600-h/DSCF1479.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HfY-8H9fryA/SCsKcuCrMtI/AAAAAAAAAG0/gzRcDcpKXeY/s200/DSCF1479.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200261683241235154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;us balls :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HfY-8H9fryA/SCsJ3-CrMsI/AAAAAAAAAGs/fQTFl4fxHaU/s1600-h/DSCF1485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HfY-8H9fryA/SCsJ3-CrMsI/AAAAAAAAAGs/fQTFl4fxHaU/s200/DSCF1485.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200261051881042626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;the flower girls. so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HfY-8H9fryA/SCsJFOCrMrI/AAAAAAAAAGk/_NCD4eKePU8/s1600-h/DSCF1499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HfY-8H9fryA/SCsJFOCrMrI/AAAAAAAAAGk/_NCD4eKePU8/s200/DSCF1499.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200260180002681522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jay is so cute n that suit of his with a bow tie. he asked the waitress if she saw his buttons of the suit , if it dropped on the floor, which went missing. i cant stop laughing at him!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19196923-6570089284663381506?l=smarty-peas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smarty-peas.blogspot.com/feeds/6570089284663381506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19196923&amp;postID=6570089284663381506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19196923/posts/default/6570089284663381506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19196923/posts/default/6570089284663381506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smarty-peas.blogspot.com/2008/05/long-awaited-wedding.html' title='the long-awaited wedding'/><author><name>smarty pea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17302672881335389826</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/_HfY-8H9fryA/SCsRzuCrM4I/AAAAAAAAAIM/CgTK8LNbQU8/s72-c/DSCF1400.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19196923.post-3135489313494866938</id><published>2008-05-08T00:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T01:00:22.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yoohoo! the sem has officially come to an end! i have been waiting for this day, been through a whole lot of shit and sweat and blood this sem. all i want is for it to end! now im free like a bird and i hope to start afresh next sem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chiong straight to cp to shop. and i must have lost my rationality and ability to think. i bought 2 tops and 2 dresses for 110. and i think i got cheated by the 2 sales girls. but at least they are friendly and nice pple so i dont mind getting cheated by abit. cos i saw online selling the same dress at a slightly lower price. imagine how much profits they end. and when i came home, i sort of regret some of the stuff i bought. it just doesnt seem as appealing as it was in the shop. sighs. like what the person said: money can earn back, but if u miss the chance, u will be cursing urself and cant stop thinking abt and makes a whole lot of psychological problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now its preparations for cousin's wedd. which the excitement has turned into not so fun mood. maybe when the day comes i will get the feeling. seriously spent alot for this wedd. so im definitely gona work tis holi. im even foregoing my trip to aust to visit sis with my parents. cos i want to save up the money to go in dec. anw dec im cnfm gg.  im working in exxonmobil with mummy! quite cool. if only i can extend my job there. its less than a month!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i wana go overseas! fly away from this place which leaves behind so many bad moments of this sem, scarred me. so i need to fly away and start anew! hk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and afterall, i think i may not set up online shop on second thoughts. i will just buy from them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19196923-3135489313494866938?l=smarty-peas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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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-19196923.post-6627972823060327497</id><published>2008-04-16T22:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T22:37:01.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i miss german</title><content type='html'>today marks a happy but not so eagerly happy day for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy that all 4 projects which overwhelmed me altogether since 2 weeks ago are coming to an end soon. im so so glad. especially for fna. its finally over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not so enthusiastically happy cos today is the last day of german class for me. somehow i felt a sense of belonging to the german lanaguage and people i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is a reason behind why i chose german instead of the overly-glorified french in LPP. in fact i still dont know why i chose german. if u ask me noe, as a freshman i will choose french. but i have never looked back since. i have learnt to appreciate the language. it may sound cliche but its really true of my feelings now! there's a reason why i ended up choosing st gallen, and turns out st gallen is a german speaking place. and then i met so many friends throughout this whole course. my ltut and lect class has bonded in a sem, unlike in my other biz modules. u can see that the relationship forged is the genuine and innocent one, unlike in biz mods, pple form relationships with a motive (due to projs, to accomplish smth they want etc). but i thought that we bonded kind of late. it shld have happened right from the start. but nevertheless, im still appreciative of the ever so fun and hilarious times we had in class. we shared alot of fun and laughter and pleasures. and german class is so different from my other classes. i just simply begin to love it as every lesson passed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;especially when u have so patient and pretty teachers, i seriosuly didnt want tut and lect to end today. its probably the last time i will see my teachers. omg i can feel that im emo-ing now. like as if its sec4 graduation or smth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;initally i thought german 2 was so hard, i will not do well. and i swear that i will never take german 3. but after that i cld identify the art of the language and everything just becomes so easy already.&lt;br /&gt;im reconsidering if i shld continue german 3. it wld be a waste not to continue. i want to continue because im looking forward to fun classes again, meeting new pple and bonding with them again. but shld i take it under examinable conditions? or take it privately?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw today traviz is a total joker. i just cant stop laughing at his antics. every thing he does or says. too bad yi ping has also flown to swiss if not he wld have joined us in our class photo. he is another big time joker. but they are both very nice guys.&lt;br /&gt;urgh u see. this is the point im saying. funny, and great friends which follows u through ur uni days. i will go hk and find travix. it will be so cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw there are too many things to say and i cant express them out properly. they shall be kept as memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gona slp early to compensate for the many late nights to rush out projects. zzzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19196923-6627972823060327497?l=smarty-peas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smarty-peas.blogspot.com/feeds/6627972823060327497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19196923&amp;postID=6627972823060327497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19196923/posts/default/6627972823060327497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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identified the right market to target and the sort of stuff to bring in.&lt;br /&gt;moreover i love the process of it. sourcing for clothes, negotiating with the suppliers, and most of all, take those emo shots and post them online! haha!&lt;br /&gt;but one thing, i need to go and learn photoshop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh im seriously considering setting up one after my exams, but it was supposeed to be a second hand items kind to clear my cupboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh mans im so excited!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19196923-6175491224063085637?l=smarty-peas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smarty-peas.blogspot.com/feeds/6175491224063085637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19196923&amp;postID=6175491224063085637' title='0 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wkend TODAY is quite interesting. it talked abt children these days and parents of the children these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i especially like this phrase " children are packed with activities, their schedules as even busier than their CEO fathers". isnt it so true? and it not only applies to young primary school children, generally it applies to uni students as well. like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cannot stand how guys say that girls are stupid or lazy creatures. i feel very infuriated and offended. it is a thought which never goes through their head before speaking. in fact, the people whom i have heard making this remark, are jerks. i can proudly and confidently say that i am smarter, more intelligent and overall better than them in all aspects. they appear gungho, but become jelly when a teacher asks them a question or having to present their answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have been making glitches here and there in cmc. i have alot alot to learn. im still a newbie afterall. but we are just supposed to deal it upfront like dat. means alot of mistakes will surface to the sponsors, sometimes making me look like a fool. argh. lessons learnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last german test for the sem is on mon! on my relatives are coming over to my house for some mini party tmr?!?! sheesh. projects mostly due this coming wk. after this week i will be quite happy. happy that i can finally concentrate on my studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im happy for yl of the news she broke to me last night. new happenings. okay not much time left for my work. tata&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19196923-7962264785466189818?l=smarty-peas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smarty-peas.blogspot.com/feeds/7962264785466189818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>finally bought my dress. and settled it in like 15 mins?!&lt;br /&gt;finally projects are coming to a closure. i cant wait for om to end. and legal also.&lt;br /&gt;i wish to go back to the post Alevels working period. i want to work and get paid! instead of working in school and get no pay. :/&lt;br /&gt;i want to do internship.&lt;br /&gt;i want my holidays.&lt;br /&gt;i want more time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19196923-6608351872794168671?l=smarty-peas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smarty-peas.blogspot.com/feeds/6608351872794168671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19196923&amp;postID=6608351872794168671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19196923/posts/default/6608351872794168671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19196923/posts/default/6608351872794168671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smarty-peas.blogspot.com/2008/04/finally-bought-my-dress.html' title=''/><author><name>smarty pea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17302672881335389826</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-19196923.post-3732665120490961504</id><published>2008-04-06T10:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T10:43:06.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this week i stepped up on my shopping trips even though im busiest at this point in time. haha.&lt;br /&gt;have been popping by malls every wkend but cldnt find a single suitable dress for the wedding in may. so all of us are very stressed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw ytd did fna proj at kap. then went home to put down all my stuff. it was so heavy. i cant imagine having to carry them to shop. after that, went penin and bugis with shar. gosh haven been to bugis for ages! i was hoping to buy alot of tops to wear to sch. but i was so disappointed. i guess u cant go bugis shopping with what u expect to buy in mind. you must go there with nothing in mind then u will find alot of things to buy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the end i bought one white skirt. yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then walk and walk for super long, the weather was so hot, and i just kept sweating. ltr we walked to ahyee hse for gathering. and we were so hungry. at ah yee hse i cant stop sweating again cos it's so hot. its the weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then elaine brought our cheong sam top to pass to us, plus some indian bangles for the fri night mandee party. i love the colours of my bangles!&lt;br /&gt;then we discussed about the wedding. and everytime we do that, its always fits of laughter.&lt;br /&gt;the whole confusion about the hair and make up thing which triggered alot of messages and communication gg on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im super excited about the wedding!&lt;br /&gt; i cant wait to take alot alot of photos after doing h &amp;amp; M.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we'll be tasked roles at the morning ceremony, and dinner! i like to do this kinda zuo bo stuff. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay finally one proj completed. left with 3 more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19196923-3732665120490961504?l=smarty-peas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smarty-peas.blogspot.com/feeds/3732665120490961504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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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-19196923.post-198173775562127739</id><published>2008-03-26T22:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T23:07:22.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lowest point of this sem</title><content type='html'>it was a very bad day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this must have been the lowest point of this sem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;om proj was a tragedy. nothing done correctly. conflicts here and there. tension among mates and the tutor! an impulsive/reckless behaviour have caused an irreversible scar?!&lt;br /&gt;mno the second disaster. dont even know if we're on the right track. oscar the interviewee is sick. the grp is so inefficient. nothing gets done yet.&lt;br /&gt;fna a potential castastrophe. so many questions to ans. fna theories not sort out yet.&lt;br /&gt;german oral a totally unexpected turn. this guy who is supposed to go back reservist during his oral timeslot so he has to change to my class timeslot. then the teacher sort of induced us, broke up my grp of 3 person into 2/2 and we have to change all our conversations we had prepared! this is so unfair. initially she forced us to pair up as a 3 person team. now this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i discovered this long scratch mark which spans over half the length of my laptop. i dont know how i have incurred it. but im feeling so sore abt it. i think im just not fated with this laptop. no matter how much i try to protect it, there are many scars which i dont know how i got them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i realised fri i have this bizc signing of cca cards thing. and election of new committee. im so not looking fwd to it. i have alr made an appt alr but i have to cancel it cos of this. i need to get my cca card signed if not all my meetings last yr are gone down the drain. and im very sure they will make us stay for the election thing. URGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg. setbacks after setbacks. i have never felt so shittified before. maybe this is the sort of training uni gives you to prepare you for your future employment? i heard that in future career, it will be much worse than sch life. politics and all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19196923-198173775562127739?l=smarty-peas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smarty-peas.blogspot.com/feeds/198173775562127739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19196923&amp;postID=198173775562127739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19196923/posts/default/198173775562127739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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use euro? and good news is that swiss francs is only 1.38! i thought i wld be like 2 plus and i will definitely be poor gg there next yr if im gg. so its like gg to usa to study. not so bad.&lt;br /&gt;worm is gg hk. jia li is gg mannheim. wei ting is gg WHU. my other german friends are most probably gg germany.&lt;br /&gt;im gg swiss. music guy is gg swiss too! i can go there and find him! and he says okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay first let me introduce music guy. he is this really comical guy in my german class that really cracks me ( and our class ) up every lesson without fail. but he says it innocently, he didnt do it for the sake of getting attn. and he is a yr 4 music student, playing oboe. the only oboe-ist in the band btw. and that is how i talk to him, our common topic being band players. and he seriously doesnt look like a yr 4 student! he behaves like a yr 1 student!&lt;br /&gt;so we ask what is he gg to work as in future. he says he can only work in a band. like duh. he wants to be a conductor. he also knows my sec sch conductor. even his email add is so hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then there's this other guy in my german class, another one who cracks me up and make german class light hearted for me when its actually complex theories. in a german class, learning german language, mostly with translation of english for easier understanding, he will speak dialect to me. we were discussing smth, then as i was abt to feel stress abt not understanding it, he said"chin chai la" and it just totally eased the tension within me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my german class also has this hong kong guy. which shuhan is so infatuated with. he is boy-boy cute. and he speaks cantonese. but he looks abit gay. maybe cos of the way he sits. but i think he is not. i saw him with his gf one night after class. i think shuhan is gona be so disappointed! and the best thing is that shuhan always gets to work with him during class discusion when the teacher pairs us up by a number. super lucky for her. and she will be grinning when she knows she is in the same group as him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay basically thats my german class. it is also the smallest class compared to other classes which is double our size. but perhaps its the small size that makes us closer tog. i had fun doing the german video! german classs provides entertainment for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for my german tut class, it started out with 10 pple. then subsequently, pple began disappearing. one drop german. one transferred to another timing. the rest i dont know what happen to them. okay thats all for now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19196923-2853920400022040334?l=smarty-peas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smarty-peas.blogspot.com/feeds/2853920400022040334/comments/default' title='Post 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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-19196923.post-5349537225222939231</id><published>2008-03-20T21:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T21:31:50.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Melissa Tong says: hey u are online&lt;br /&gt; Melissa Tong says: today i went supre&lt;br /&gt; Melissa Tong says: bought tops at $5 and $7.50&lt;br /&gt; Melissa Tong says: and i saw the clothes in the shop that were in the spreehouse spree&lt;br /&gt; Melissa Tong says: haha.... shiok&lt;br /&gt; gillian says: very very shiok ah ...spending all my money&lt;br /&gt; Melissa Tong says: spending all your money?&lt;br /&gt; gillian says: of course .wad ....lao doh here&lt;br /&gt; Melissa Tong says: shit&lt;br /&gt; gillian says: hhehehe&lt;br /&gt; Melissa Tong says: gillian not at home?&lt;br /&gt; gillian says: she went out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha...my daddy is so cheeky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19196923-5349537225222939231?l=smarty-peas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smarty-peas.blogspot.com/feeds/5349537225222939231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19196923&amp;postID=5349537225222939231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19196923/posts/default/5349537225222939231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19196923/posts/default/5349537225222939231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smarty-peas.blogspot.com/2008/03/melissa-tong-says-hey-u-are-online.html' title=''/><author><name>smarty pea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17302672881335389826</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-19196923.post-3732232029861226314</id><published>2008-03-18T15:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T15:22:31.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An EMO day</title><content type='html'>why suddenly sem2 is so overloaded with so many projects and activities and events? 4 projects. not a single one done. and all modules have so many new concepts so learn. and i haven had the time to master on one, i am thrown another topic.&lt;br /&gt;initially i thought german 2 was a killer. but now i find it manageable already. instead, my main biz mods are killing me softly.&lt;br /&gt;and funnily this sem is busier than last sem but im more involved in bizcom activities. which make me even busier.&lt;br /&gt;and in the midst of all this busyness and projects and stuff, i still have yet to settle the wedding dress. and i need to get it done in a mth's time. no time to go town. even if i had, town is reaaallly boring with nothing to buy. sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had experienced the "no time" feeling and it really burns me out. i finally understand what ah yee meant when she said she is so busy in office she had no time to go to the toilet. i thought it was quite exaggerating initally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i detest legal bsp1004B to the core. and legal makes me feel stupid and that my english is very bad. had legal discussion ytd from 4-6pm and it was end of a whole day of lesson in sch which started at 9am. by then we were all brain dead. went german at 6pm. i had a massive headache. and didnt had time to eat dinner. but didnt feel hungry anw. went home with a heavy head and still didnt feel like eating and slept very early. it's all legals fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i bought this japaness pizza thing in bschool prepared by a M. and my gosh her attitude sucks. there is a reason why they are still being discriminated and prejudiced.&lt;br /&gt;i was taking money out to pay her and while doing so she added mayo to my food. after she started adding mayo to my food did i see her doing that, so i quickly tell her i dont want mayo. then she said in a very pek cek way "but you never say you dont want mayo". at that instance i felt like kicking her butt away. how wld i noe that she will put mayo in the first place. she didnt even ask me if i wanted it! then she insisted on giving me the same one. she didnt want to change a new one for me. fine. whatever. anw pls do not buy the jap pizza thing from bschool. it is so untasty and artificial. i threw it all away although i dont like to waste food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to further add on why M are stupid, de and shar went zouk and ordered through the same guy. and he messed up their orders again during the 1-for-1 session. but i think that time when all of us went zouk and he messed up our orders the first time was worse. cos we really ordered alot and plus 1-for-1, our orders became double thanks to him. they never learn their lesson. no wonder they can never progress in society. of cos this is in general about them. but i have yet to come across one who is indeed an exception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shooting off my mouth, without thinking about what i am saying, whether it affects or causes any emotional hurt to the people ard me. im beginning to feel like a failure. and im also beginning to feel that im not loved by the pple ard me. i need my friends and family. i need more interaction with them. this is another emo day for me....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19196923-3732232029861226314?l=smarty-peas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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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-19196923.post-3097535530947759225</id><published>2008-03-15T23:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T23:41:48.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG i really hate legal. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19196923-3097535530947759225?l=smarty-peas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smarty-peas.blogspot.com/feeds/3097535530947759225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19196923&amp;postID=3097535530947759225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19196923/posts/default/3097535530947759225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19196923/posts/default/3097535530947759225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smarty-peas.blogspot.com/2008/03/omg-i-really-hate-legal.html' title=''/><author><name>smarty pea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17302672881335389826</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-19196923.post-8821207890231349739</id><published>2008-03-15T00:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T01:05:28.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im really glad i can still find good friends in uni. usually they say that your best friends come from sec sch and then as u go further in your studies/life, your friends become more short-term, more fake. but im glad the negative is not true. in fact after hearing stories, the opposite is true. NO im not saying my sec sch friends are bad. im just referring to stories from other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and somehow im just wondering how come we can click just so well, same freq, same views on certain issues, laughing at the same time at the same topic ( and always end up getting in trouble for talking too loudly or laughing too much ). our conversations on buses just seem to last the entire journey even though our bus journeys are hell of a long. we can talk about anything and everything. and even way back to history. it's really difficult to find such a person. and im glad fate made us know each other. so that we know we can depend on one another in school. :)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i sound cliche? but hey this is my own space you know. i shld speak what i feel like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have alot of things to say actually. i have been thinking alot. on buses. in school. at home. and thought of alot of things to share but i cant rmb them all. so i shall only post the most recent one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i used to like law. as in im rather interested in it. but my interest was killed by a stupid project. wth is DOP and OD and RD?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19196923-8821207890231349739?l=smarty-peas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smarty-peas.blogspot.com/feeds/8821207890231349739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19196923&amp;postID=8821207890231349739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19196923/posts/default/8821207890231349739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19196923/posts/default/8821207890231349739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smarty-peas.blogspot.com/2008/03/im-really-glad-i-can-still-find-good.html' title=''/><author><name>smarty pea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17302672881335389826</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-19196923.post-8351195539996051064</id><published>2008-03-14T11:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T11:47:41.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>recently i have been tasked to call up hotels for sponsorships. and boy, im really impressed by the level of customer service they reflected to me just by that mere minutes of phone call conversation. i have to highlight the exceptional superb service of Shangri-la hotel. this is the best. and im so glad elaine's gona hold her wedding there. at least i can feel that we are in safe hands. :) the person over the other line was so soothing and made me feeel so comfortable talking to her like as if i had known her already.&lt;br /&gt;but as usual in the hotel system/hierachy, its also like govt sectors, they like to transfer calls to many different departments and then u end up repeating the whole story to them again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw my laptop charger was faulty just 2 days ago. the day my sis had her internet connection like finally and my laptop had to be not working. the charger was leaking yellow liquid and could not charge up my computer! then i had to confess to mummy and daddy. and got scolded and NIAM by them for one day. ytd (thur) brought it to the service centre and they changed it instantly without asking why is it like dat. i was so afraid they wanted me to confess. but they didnt. they just replaced it with a new one. i supposed its cheap stuff to them. and i got it done in like 15 mins.&lt;br /&gt;one day without use of computer was tortorous. on wed night i had to use daddy's computer and then when i use it too loong, he scolded me, and continued nagging like how i didnt take care of my computer and stuff...and chased my away from using his. i didnt get to send some impt emails :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so glad everything is restored back to normal now. i will take extra care of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its always like that. you dont usually cherish the things around you until they "fall sick" or becomes faulty and then you realised that you actually need them by your side. same applies for human relationships. so PR is the best solution. haha. im applying bizcom and business concepts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;proj due dates are nearing already. i haven started on 2/3 of them. im really wondering if i can finish on time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19196923-8351195539996051064?l=smarty-peas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smarty-peas.blogspot.com/feeds/8351195539996051064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19196923&amp;postID=8351195539996051064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19196923/posts/default/8351195539996051064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19196923/posts/default/8351195539996051064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smarty-peas.blogspot.com/2008/03/recently-i-have-been-tasked-to-call-up.html' title=''/><author><name>smarty pea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17302672881335389826</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-19196923.post-1249002889614028250</id><published>2008-03-06T21:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T21:52:05.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>finally all midterms cleared!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this sem is so busy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im going rawa this wkend.&lt;br /&gt;my dad is gg aussie soon to visit sis.&lt;br /&gt;mummy is going japan with all the sisters and ah kong this april.&lt;br /&gt;we may be planning to go hong kong again this june.&lt;br /&gt;my family is going to aussie this year end to tour there and help sis carry back some of her stuff.&lt;br /&gt;suddenly all the planning for holiday destinations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are so many places i wana go! like japan, south africa, egypt, brazil, new zealand, and the list goes on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two more months to holidays!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19196923-1249002889614028250?l=smarty-peas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smarty-peas.blogspot.com/feeds/1249002889614028250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19196923&amp;postID=1249002889614028250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19196923/posts/default/1249002889614028250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19196923/posts/default/1249002889614028250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smarty-peas.blogspot.com/2008/03/finally-all-midterms-cleared-this-sem.html' title=''/><author><name>smarty pea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17302672881335389826</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-19196923.post-5288584439507818731</id><published>2008-03-03T22:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T22:21:37.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i had alot of thoughts i wanted to pen down here. but all of them came when i was lying in bed last night trying to get to sleep, so after the sleep i totally cant recall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw today was a BRAINDRAIN.&lt;br /&gt;an overdose of FNA till i was so saturated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends say that i looked tired and worn out the moment they see me. they also said i looked as if i had been studying very hard. seriously the study hard part is not exactly true. i have been studying ineffectively. it was only that they told me i looked tired that i realised that i am actually VERY tired. i need a good rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had the whole of last week to study for midterms but i cldnt focus and absorb anything. then on sun i was left with only 3 hrs and i managed to study finish.&lt;br /&gt;i guess i work well under time constraints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit im having a bad headache from FNA paper  :|&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19196923-5288584439507818731?l=smarty-peas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smarty-peas.blogspot.com/feeds/5288584439507818731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19196923&amp;postID=5288584439507818731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19196923/posts/default/5288584439507818731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19196923/posts/default/5288584439507818731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smarty-peas.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-had-alot-of-thoughts-i-wanted-to-pen.html' title=''/><author><name>smarty pea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17302672881335389826</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-19196923.post-7759097105784591642</id><published>2008-03-02T00:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T00:16:37.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>finally all events for the week has ended. i can start studying in full force now. which is kinda last min. i cant seem to retain all my knowledge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just had prata. thats my dinner at 1030 and im damn full. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw just came back from this ntu competition thingy. i thought i paid to watch only the dancing segment and the soloist segment. the rest were crap. especially the band! and how i wish i have the talent for dancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now, im considering these two online tops. i love both of them. but i actually have a pending tshirt to pay for. which i emailed the person and since i have emailed i need to transfer the money. if not i will be black listed! but after i chance upon this 2 online tops, i dont feel like getting the tshirt alr! how? shld i get all 3? its really crazy to buy all 3. it wld be 65 in total. plus i have spent alot alr. i just spent 100bucks on i-duno-what. i just dont know where the money went to. if i tell the tshirt person i dont want it alr, she will definitely box me la.&lt;br /&gt;but one of the online tops i wana buy, the more i look at it, the duller it gets. but after i look at other things and look at it again, its really nice. im really in a dilemma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw just want to share smth interesting:&lt;br /&gt;old chang kee has a subsidary outlet that sells pies. and their pies' names are really interesting.&lt;br /&gt;pie kia, pie seh, toa pie kia.. i tot it was really creative. smth to brighten up your day especially when our life are really busy and moodless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i gotta decide if im getting the tops soon! and i haven email my proj grp mates the info! and i need to get back to studying!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can really sense im getting shagged out alr. even before mid-terms. and now is holi by right i shld replenish my energy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19196923-7759097105784591642?l=smarty-peas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smarty-peas.blogspot.com/feeds/7759097105784591642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19196923&amp;postID=7759097105784591642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19196923/posts/default/7759097105784591642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19196923/posts/default/7759097105784591642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smarty-peas.blogspot.com/2008/03/finally-all-events-for-week-has-ended.html' title=''/><author><name>smarty pea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17302672881335389826</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-19196923.post-3868128659906078124</id><published>2008-02-28T23:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T23:38:52.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally, i am carefree! it's definitely a cause for celebration. NO MORE BFS!!!! yooohoo! how cool is that. today, went to record that dumb video, total waste of my time, and the person was like it's only a 2min positioning stmt. WTH can. i felt like strangling the director. the email stated 10 mins. so i prepared a 7 min one thinking how am i gg to crap through, and now i have to seive out what not to say?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw she said i am given 3 tries to record and then i choose the best one. i was thinking in my heart: 3 tries? u must be kidding me. i only want to take one time and that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but somehow during the shoot, i forgot my lines, with long pauses, i had to take 3 tries in the end! luckily i didnt say out what i felt. it wld be so embarassing! i cant imagine myself filming a show to be screened on tv. i mean i not trying to compare myself in terms of popularity/appearance...but i mean the acting part and how u memorise ur lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay now i gotta concentrate on my midterms. somehow i cant seem to focus.&lt;br /&gt;the OM lect keep flooding the mailbox! URGH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19196923-3868128659906078124?l=smarty-peas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smarty-peas.blogspot.com/feeds/3868128659906078124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19196923&amp;postID=3868128659906078124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19196923/posts/default/3868128659906078124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19196923/posts/default/3868128659906078124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smarty-peas.blogspot.com/2008/02/finally-i-am-carefree-its-definitely.html' title=''/><author><name>smarty pea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17302672881335389826</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-19196923.post-5850771901014239110</id><published>2008-02-27T00:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T00:16:08.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im currently coping well with my schedule. actually it isnt as bad as it seems.&lt;br /&gt;these few days i cant seem to focus on studying for midterms. i took the whole day ytd to read fna 2 chaps only! and today only read om 2 chaps of notes. haven touched the textb yet!&lt;br /&gt;guess it's another night of burning midnight oil. have been staying up late the past few nights to complete my readings for the day because i had been slack in the morning/noon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously when i think abt this thur's video, im kinda excited. much as im nervous for it, forgeting my lines and content, and my positioning stmt cant hit 10 mins! its only 5 min for goodness sake but i thought it was an accomplishment alr... anw back to the topic, i cant wait for thur 1230 to come because by then i would have completed finishing sch!!! ahhh! yes! its a great liabilty off my shoulder. i cant wait for sch to reopen next week and thur i wld not have to dress formal and stay til 6pm and end up getting caught in the jam home! Yes! cant wait for it! so i dont really care how it will turn out to be, as long as i get it over and done with!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i realised that my attitudes and perceptions are changing as i grow up. i used to be a perfectionist when i was young. okay im serious. i will erase and liquid every mistake, making sure no cancellation, hand in neat and all correct ans etc. but that was pri sch. sec sch i began to be more slack. and now uni, i just have this get-it-over-and-done-with attitude. i dont know if it's good or bad. because as u grow up, u just know that everything just cannot be perfect? and some things are just obstacles that u have to surpass...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know how to say it. recently i met a german friend. we were talking abt our upcoming german test, like hows the preparation. and mine was the first class to be tested on wed while hers was on fri. pple wld complain how little time they have to prepare for the test, but somehow i seem to be so optimistic abt it and exclaim oh how much i cant wait to get it over and done with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i find that im giving myself this ans everytime i face a prob. like at the end of an exam, even though i know that i had screwed it up badly but i also know that at least i got it done and that's it. im happy already. dont really go and think too much into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am i being normal? or is my attitude degrading?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19196923-5850771901014239110?l=smarty-peas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smarty-peas.blogspot.com/feeds/5850771901014239110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19196923&amp;postID=5850771901014239110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19196923/posts/default/5850771901014239110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19196923/posts/default/5850771901014239110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smarty-peas.blogspot.com/2008/02/im-currently-coping-well-with-my.html' title=''/><author><name>smarty pea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17302672881335389826</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-19196923.post-4997100104764915438</id><published>2008-02-24T00:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T00:34:49.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'>B-Z</title><content type='html'>next wk is RECESS wk. but i have no time to finish what im supposed to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sub pool&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;growlers gath (still haven coordinate wad to do)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;BFS video (haven write my 10min speech and practise yet! * dies)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;CMC meeting&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;MNO grp meeting&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;meet up to buy some impt stuff&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;legal make-up tut&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;cedar gath (still pending)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;NTU dance concert?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;study FNA  midterm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;study OM midterm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;visit to anchorpoint and ikea (but guess i have to take this out. NO TIME!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;gosh gosh gosh. ** faints.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19196923-4997100104764915438?l=smarty-peas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smarty-peas.blogspot.com/feeds/4997100104764915438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19196923&amp;postID=4997100104764915438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19196923/posts/default/4997100104764915438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19196923/posts/default/4997100104764915438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smarty-peas.blogspot.com/2008/02/b-z.html' title='B-Z'/><author><name>smarty pea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17302672881335389826</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-19196923.post-3382440267959728074</id><published>2008-02-23T19:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T19:12:01.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>life's really short, yet long. it's an oxymoron. like it can really just end all of a sudden, be it in an accident, etc and it's really unpredictable. dont worry im not feeling suicidal now. just thought that life is a really fragile and delicate thing. but yet again, our zhang bei always say pple of our age still have a long way to go, at least 50 yrs of age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to reality, i really have alot of things to do. 3 projs, 2 mid-terms, BFS video! (OMG i dread this), SPP, meetings meetings meetings!&lt;br /&gt;haven scheduled in friends' meeting, time for myself! there's alot of catching up to do. i havent touched MNO textbook at all! only managed to wrap it up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REALLY REALLY REALLY cant wait for May to come! i cant wait to work actually. but i dont know if this May i have the time to work anot. but i really want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 more mths to go! okay im counting down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19196923-3382440267959728074?l=smarty-peas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smarty-peas.blogspot.com/feeds/3382440267959728074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19196923&amp;postID=3382440267959728074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19196923/posts/default/3382440267959728074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19196923/posts/default/3382440267959728074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smarty-peas.blogspot.com/2008/02/lifes-really-short-yet-long.html' title=''/><author><name>smarty pea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17302672881335389826</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-19196923.post-1744196116408280989</id><published>2008-02-20T22:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T22:39:19.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have just sat for a super disgusting german paper. it was really crap. imagine studying so hard for smth but in the end you still cant pass. and mind you, its about passing you know. not even abt getting A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the past few weeks of german lesson i already declared brain-dead to the teacher cos i really have no idea what is she talking about everytime. and it's the way she teach. last sem my teacher was better. she will tell you what's she gona teach in english first, then translate to german. but this time its like zoom to german and she spreaks one whole string of words, cant even make out what's she trying to say. i only understand after one week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's listening compre was really bad. i totally catched no ball, so i just anyhow fill in the birthday in the qn. and there was one part even more hilarious! all of us didnt know what the instructions was trying to tell us, so we had to ask the teacher what are we supposed to do for that section in the test!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighs sighs. i would be thankful if i can survive and still maintain a B+ for german this sem. i swear to memorise by heart all the vocab words for the next test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this sem has been super busy. unlike last sem when i was quite free, lesser projects. now all the projects are starting and its really straining. and midterms coming. oh but recess wk next wk! yay! was thinking of doing some shoppg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next wk i have to go back sch to record this video of my positioning stmt! what the....10mins of recording. what to say?!?! i think i can only last for 1 min! and it seems really dreadful, still must prepare and memorise! in the midst of all the exams and stuff.. but im glad finishing sch is ending for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think im gg rawa again soon! oh yay! like since j1 which was 3 years ago. with my big family. abt 13 of us! yoo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19196923-1744196116408280989?l=smarty-peas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smarty-peas.blogspot.com/feeds/1744196116408280989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19196923&amp;postID=1744196116408280989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19196923/posts/default/1744196116408280989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19196923/posts/default/1744196116408280989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smarty-peas.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-have-just-sat-for-super-disgusting.html' title=''/><author><name>smarty pea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17302672881335389826</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-19196923.post-8605804316783656447</id><published>2008-02-10T22:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T22:13:25.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shaggardly haggard</title><content type='html'>im feeling super shagged right now. 3 straight days of gambling. with all the nights sleeping at 4 or 5 or 6 am and getting up at 11plus am, my body is feeling heaty. i really have not gambled till this extent before in all the years. this year was extremely tiring. even today i felt quite sick of playing mj and gambling, i just wana rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night had a 3-generation bday celebration for ah kong, ah yi and jay boy. how cool is that. ytd played mj and dai ti from 6pm till 6am. 12 hrs! my goodness i cant believe it myself. even drove to macdonald for breakfast before heading home to sleep for 5 hrs and then getting ready to go visiting of my ex-colleagues. haven seen them for abt a year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT I HAVE TO SAY THAT EVEN THOUGH IM SUPER EXHAUSTED AND WORN OUT RIGHT NOW, AT LEAST I KNOW THAT IM ENJOYING MYSELF, DETACHING MYSELF FROM SCHOOL FOR ONE WEEK. I REALLY HAD ALOT OF FUN THE WHOLE OF LAST WEEK.&lt;br /&gt;so i have played hard already. now it's time to study hard! May(=final exams)- here i come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19196923-8605804316783656447?l=smarty-peas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smarty-peas.blogspot.com/feeds/8605804316783656447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19196923&amp;postID=8605804316783656447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19196923/posts/default/8605804316783656447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19196923/posts/default/8605804316783656447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smarty-peas.blogspot.com/2008/02/shaggardly-haggard.html' title='shaggardly haggard'/><author><name>smarty pea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17302672881335389826</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-19196923.post-7187387591356049124</id><published>2008-02-09T10:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T10:21:02.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;CNY was fun fun fun! nothing beats gambling during CNY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HfY-8H9fryA/R60NNNYCURI/AAAAAAAAAGc/soM1WNUV5zk/s1600-h/DSCF1123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 212px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HfY-8H9fryA/R60NNNYCURI/AAAAAAAAAGc/soM1WNUV5zk/s200/DSCF1123.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164798868243763474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;** if only i didnt have a test right after CNY, i can focus on gambling!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19196923-7187387591356049124?l=smarty-peas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smarty-peas.blogspot.com/feeds/7187387591356049124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19196923&amp;postID=7187387591356049124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19196923/posts/default/7187387591356049124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19196923/posts/default/7187387591356049124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smarty-peas.blogspot.com/2008/02/cny-was-fun-fun-fun-nothing-beats.html' title=''/><author><name>smarty pea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17302672881335389826</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/_HfY-8H9fryA/R60NNNYCURI/AAAAAAAAAGc/soM1WNUV5zk/s72-c/DSCF1123.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19196923.post-8422282622072329851</id><published>2008-02-03T14:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T14:35:51.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've started packing my tables and drawers and cupboards. and i just realised its very near CNY now. until somehow i sort of lost the excitement (cos i know its all gona be over soon. after cny its holiday-less and prolonged misery in sch!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually went to clear my room's table which hasnt been in use for maybe 2 years but has alot of rubbish dumped there. its a small table ( smaller than mj table) but took me the whole morn to clear it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this morn was just packing the outside cupboard of (again) rubbish. threw away all my jc physics chem and maths notes. i sort of glanced through them and thanked god that i dont have to study them again. actually i wondered how did i ever managed to survive ALEVEL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now all my assets (everything that belongs to me) are currently rather empty! felt so great after throwing away so much rubbish. everything is neat and clean now. now im left with my clothes cupboard and my study table!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow i have this momentum in me to start packing the moment i see untidy stuff strewn everywhere. i cant stop throwing and packing! gona continue packing next tue when i have no more sch for the wk!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19196923-8422282622072329851?l=smarty-peas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smarty-peas.blogspot.com/feeds/8422282622072329851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19196923&amp;postID=8422282622072329851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19196923/posts/default/8422282622072329851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19196923/posts/default/8422282622072329851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smarty-peas.blogspot.com/2008/02/ive-started-packing-my-tables-and.html' title=''/><author><name>smarty pea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17302672881335389826</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-19196923.post-2346067784835813911</id><published>2008-01-31T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T22:35:14.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>after attending finishing school, im left wondering if the seniors assigned to us to share their experiences with us, are actually those top notch ones or are they the average standard in biz? they seem to be super smart, had gone through alot, gained alot of experience through the many interviews, did interns in big names, have three-fold times more knowledge than me, etc... but they are only 3 years older than me?! or is this suppose to be the life of a going-to-graduate undergrad?like being so pro and everything. somehow i sense i will be a totally changed person if i were to follow their foot-steps, i dont know.......like i will be very professional about giving speeches, getting job offers by banks and all that, having that substance in you, knowing your stuff well, be a total workaholic. and it's only 3 years from now. i dont think i did alot to my life in 3 years say for eg from j1-after alevels. and i seriously cant picture myself working in real-world, meeting those deadlines, having meetings, writing reports everyday, eerrr it sounds scary and no-life. i still find myself childish sometimes, in terms of thinking and speech. i really cant imagine what i will end up to be after i graduate. will i even have job offer? okay it sounds quite pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shoots haven done legal tut but i dont know how to do. i seriously dont know how am i to survive legal this sem. no idea what the lect is trying to get across. i wish i dont have hw to do.&lt;br /&gt;and german2 is killing me. its so damn tough! i dont rmb eng is so hard to learn when i was in pri sch. :\&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19196923-2346067784835813911?l=smarty-peas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smarty-peas.blogspot.com/feeds/2346067784835813911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19196923&amp;postID=2346067784835813911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19196923/posts/default/2346067784835813911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19196923/posts/default/2346067784835813911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smarty-peas.blogspot.com/2008/01/after-attending-finishing-school-im.html' title=''/><author><name>smarty pea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17302672881335389826</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-19196923.post-1150077118298190233</id><published>2008-01-26T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T23:53:07.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im listening to power98 11pm-12am mambo! yoooo..!! it's stress-relieving!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i heard that maroon5 is coming to sg! omg! i wana go! but im thinking twice cos its not like those tw concert where u see alot of visual effects like costumes etc. ang moh just sing with no frill clothes. so technically u go just for their voice. which means i can also listen to cd. aiya how. shld i pay to go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went shopping with mummy today!&lt;br /&gt;**sg shopping is getting boring...sg is too small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ytd went suntec for lunch. saw alot of after ALEVEL age pple ard in the food court. it reminds me of myself one year ago! looking so innocent and under-aged compared to those perm staff working there. just like how when u have been promoted to sec2, how u will judge those sec1 kids as childish or smth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh fna tut on mon. haven do tut yet! kinda in the holi mood. dont feel like doing HW.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19196923-1150077118298190233?l=smarty-peas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smarty-peas.blogspot.com/feeds/1150077118298190233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19196923&amp;postID=1150077118298190233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19196923/posts/default/1150077118298190233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19196923/posts/default/1150077118298190233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smarty-peas.blogspot.com/2008/01/im-listening-to-power98-11pm-12am-mambo.html' title=''/><author><name>smarty pea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17302672881335389826</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-19196923.post-495152676265208361</id><published>2008-01-23T15:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T15:21:22.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>didnt go school today cos i overslept. dont know if it's a blessing in disguise or what. because i am supposed to have a 4hr break today and have not planned what to do then. so this means i have no 4 hr break anymore. but im missing on impt fna!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i actually heard the alarm ring this morn, but the instant my mind woke up, i heard mummy's voice telling me " if it's the wrong time that u had set the alarm or smth like dat, then dont wake up. continue sleeping! " because she usually wakes up before me so i thought i really heard her voice. and i thought to myself, okay im still early and i off the alarm and went back to sleep! haha! i think i was hallucinating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i managed to change my mno tut which means i have no more 6hr break! yay. and finally know what's gg on in cors. all the add/drop/swap stuff. my timetable is not tat bad afterall. 2hr/3hr breaks. better than the 6hr one.&lt;br /&gt;and i saw 4 pple drop my mno tut timing! cos the 6hr break really sucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to revise my german after that 1 mth. and gosh i had difficulty rmbing what i had learn last sem. all return back to the lecturer. and it sent me into a panic! its damn hard can. now level 2 is worst. i think this is the max. im alr staring at the lecturer cos she blabbers non-stop in german all the instructions for us, dont even know what is she talking abt. and i think my lecturer dont like me cos i dont seem to understand her. is it the teacher or is it me? level 1 teacher was so much clearer. at least she translates what she wants us to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS SEM SUCKS MAN. HURRY GET OVER! finishing sch also hurry get over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**looking fwd to CNY..yayyayyay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19196923-495152676265208361?l=smarty-peas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smarty-peas.blogspot.com/feeds/495152676265208361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19196923&amp;postID=495152676265208361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19196923/posts/default/495152676265208361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19196923/posts/default/495152676265208361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smarty-peas.blogspot.com/2008/01/didnt-go-school-today-cos-i-overslept.html' title=''/><author><name>smarty pea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17302672881335389826</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-19196923.post-9087694061732509240</id><published>2008-01-19T13:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T14:23:34.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this few days/weeks has been rather happening for me. my life seldom is filled with so many schedules and activities like this. but im kinda enjoying the feeling of being busy. it takes my mind away from thinking and worrying too much. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sometimes girls just think too much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went ntu hostel (jo and ade's room) to drop a surprise early birthday celebration for ade. but apparently she knew our plan before we came. our surprise always has loopholes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HfY-8H9fryA/R5GMxZCcNTI/AAAAAAAAAGE/eIcNiOQeys0/s1600-h/DSCF1058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HfY-8H9fryA/R5GMxZCcNTI/AAAAAAAAAGE/eIcNiOQeys0/s200/DSCF1058.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157057828478530866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;us waiting in the room for ade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HfY-8H9fryA/R5GO7pCcNUI/AAAAAAAAAGM/20dNKOBMGk0/s1600-h/DSCF1072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HfY-8H9fryA/R5GO7pCcNUI/AAAAAAAAAGM/20dNKOBMGk0/s200/DSCF1072.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157060203595445570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;our surprise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talked and catched up.&lt;br /&gt;i can tell that they are having alot of fun in hostel. i wld like to have such an experience as well.&lt;br /&gt;i think that ntu has very stylish and homely hostels. i like! and their rooms are much bigger and look cleaner.&lt;br /&gt;NTU is damn big. i think i will get lost there if i go alone.&lt;br /&gt;after that 5 of us slept on 2 beds! i dont know how we managed to squeeze in all of us. we are thin! haha! and had no space to move or turn.&lt;br /&gt;i didnt have space to put my right hand down on the bed and was in an awkward position till the next morn. anw we only had 4 hrs to sleep before ade wakes up for her cheerleading comp and all of us will wake up with her to eat breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;i think i only slept 1 or 2 hr. woke up after that.&lt;br /&gt;lq seems like she didnt sleep at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ate breakfast at their hall canteen. the set meal is so cheap! and the toast are much much nicer than NUS.&lt;br /&gt;i conclude: NTU food is better than NUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HfY-8H9fryA/R5GW-ZCcNVI/AAAAAAAAAGU/r6DGKo4DtKI/s1600-h/DSCF1077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HfY-8H9fryA/R5GW-ZCcNVI/AAAAAAAAAGU/r6DGKo4DtKI/s200/DSCF1077.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157069046933108050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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;br /&gt;**i think jay chou concert is over-rated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19196923-9087694061732509240?l=smarty-peas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smarty-peas.blogspot.com/feeds/9087694061732509240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19196923&amp;postID=9087694061732509240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19196923/posts/default/9087694061732509240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19196923/posts/default/9087694061732509240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smarty-peas.blogspot.com/2008/01/this-few-daysweeks-has-been-rather.html' title=''/><author><name>smarty pea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17302672881335389826</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/_HfY-8H9fryA/R5GMxZCcNTI/AAAAAAAAAGE/eIcNiOQeys0/s72-c/DSCF1058.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19196923.post-6566912541877396472</id><published>2008-01-16T23:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T23:47:29.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sucky lectures</title><content type='html'>im beginning to worry. worry about my cap for this sem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the rate and progress of lectures so far, im never gona at least maintain my cap this sem. gosh. mno and om was alien. fna is my only hope. legal lecturer today is comical looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today after german lesson on my way home, met him on the bus 151. he even sat in front of me. then he alighted somewhere at clementi so i thought he lived nearby sch. after i changed bus 852 and alighted at somewhere near macritchie, i saw him alighting from 74 at the same stop as me shortly after! haha! when i saw him i was like " bu hui ba...so qiao." but by then my next bus 855 came and i quickly board. and he didnt. if only he stayed near me, i will go his house for consultation! haha! cos i really dont know what he was talking about today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was very interested in legal initially. but my interest got killed by him. why am i not in A but B? A has this very interesting and entertaining lect. arhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like my 3 core modules is a goner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and today first german lesson after one mth break, i forgot so many things im beginning to panic! didnt know what the lecturer was trying to get across my head until i walked out of the classroom at the end of it and saw the light. im always slower than anybody else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** this afternoon had my first 4hr break. our plans kept changing all because of that yy! we were supposed to eat subway at far east then shop at g2000 but ended up in dhoby ghaut to eat famous wanton noodle at sunshine plaza with reg and yy. then wanted to buy the famous pineapple tarts! hahah! our pineapple tart story! so funny! we have been trying so hard to find a day to get pineapple tarts from that shop tog.. and found out that its the shop mummy buys the very delicious blueberry cake! the whole process was so hilarious! plus thinking how to transport so many pineapple tarts to the place we are each gg next: for me, go back sch for german, if buy tmr i will have finishing sch. imagine me carrying pineapple tarts to finishing sch! i will be so auntie looking! haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the hao lian boss...really damn hao lian. everyone complains they are so hao lian and put on airs. they told us one person can only get one box when the 2 of them wanted to buy more than 1. we were so angry cos we came all the way down. they wanted to one day come and buy one. then we walked out of the shop w/o buying.&lt;br /&gt;yy trying to buy those tarts for us through his client cos supposedly his client is very good friend with the boss of the shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shortly after we parted, and i sat bus back to sch again for german. seriously when i was in town alr i didnt feel like gg back to sch. its quite dumb. went town just to eat wanton noodles but it was not bad la. advertised on tv b4. comparable to the burned down mkt near my hse the wanton mee std, but it's twice the price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the burn down mkt is still the best! when is it gg to be re-opened?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19196923-6566912541877396472?l=smarty-peas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smarty-peas.blogspot.com/feeds/6566912541877396472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19196923&amp;postID=6566912541877396472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19196923/posts/default/6566912541877396472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19196923/posts/default/6566912541877396472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smarty-peas.blogspot.com/2008/01/sucky-lectures.html' title='sucky lectures'/><author><name>smarty pea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17302672881335389826</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-19196923.post-5908078576884818293</id><published>2008-01-15T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T23:28:38.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fruitful shopping trip!</title><content type='html'>psycho-ed sis to take bus to CT. haha. bcos she claims she cant sit in a bus for more than half hour or she will have headache. she MUST take MRT one. but i insisted on sitting bus cos i have bus concession! haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to eat jiao zi and wanted to eat the famous yong tau foo. but it was so long queue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's shopping was super fruitful! i bought 3 dresses , 1 top and a pair of satin shorts! im extremely satisfied with the shorts cos i have been looking for it for very long and it fits me perfectly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19196923-5908078576884818293?l=smarty-peas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smarty-peas.blogspot.com/feeds/5908078576884818293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19196923&amp;postID=5908078576884818293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19196923/posts/default/5908078576884818293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19196923/posts/default/5908078576884818293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smarty-peas.blogspot.com/2008/01/fruitful-shopping-trip.html' title='fruitful shopping trip!'/><author><name>smarty pea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17302672881335389826</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-19196923.post-4735405917353074010</id><published>2008-01-14T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T23:26:35.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bad day</title><content type='html'>today was a bad bad day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night already cldnt get to slp. cos i kept thinking about alot of things till i became so awake. and it always happens even though im physically yawning away and feel tired, i just cant sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been getting caught in situations which i didnt expect to. everything just got tangled up this morn and i felt super lousy the moment i woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i was abt to prepare to go to sch in the afternoon, i started yawning again.&lt;br /&gt;in sch, didnt get the "good" lecturers. they were non-understandable. the 4 hrs seem like the whole day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then journey home was the worst! it took me 2 hrs to get home! i have never had a 2 hr journey in my entire school life before. bcos of all the jamming and everything. made my mood even worse. even within the sch itself it was already jam. i sat in the bus when the sky was bright till it turned dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;urgh! sch seriously sucks now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my only consolation for today: im finally starting cny shopping tmr. yay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19196923-4735405917353074010?l=smarty-peas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smarty-peas.blogspot.com/feeds/4735405917353074010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19196923&amp;postID=4735405917353074010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19196923/posts/default/4735405917353074010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19196923/posts/default/4735405917353074010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smarty-peas.blogspot.com/2008/01/bad-day.html' title='bad day'/><author><name>smarty pea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17302672881335389826</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-19196923.post-8146625658088830681</id><published>2008-01-12T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T00:04:37.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>happy bday mellie!&lt;br /&gt;you are same age as felicia chin now! although she is a year older than you. im not implying anything but it just feels weird to have a sister as old as her but doesnt look the bit the same age. see! the disadvantage of having an early birthday. ahhah! okay i dont care if i am being understood anot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mummy came back already! as double celebrations, went dinner at four seasons hotel jiang nan  chun. food wasnt that fantastic and super expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im bloated up now. so im walking up and down the room now. hopefully i dont put on any weight before CNY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gg chinatown shopping with sis on tue! yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sch is starting tmr. but it doesnt feel so. im still in holi mood. i think i will go sch with a very happy feeling like as if im on holi! but its good. anw now it's still honeymoon period as tut only starts 2 wks later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have come to accept my timetable &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gracefully&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19196923-8146625658088830681?l=smarty-peas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smarty-peas.blogspot.com/feeds/8146625658088830681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19196923&amp;postID=8146625658088830681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19196923/posts/default/8146625658088830681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19196923/posts/default/8146625658088830681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smarty-peas.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-bday-mellie-you-are-same-age-as.html' title=''/><author><name>smarty pea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17302672881335389826</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-19196923.post-3303817337992527364</id><published>2008-01-09T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T14:42:51.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it was my first time working a night job. and boy it was really an experience.&lt;br /&gt;started work at 8pm and ended at 8am in the morn.&lt;br /&gt;so tiring, so hungry, and im having muscle aches now. alot of manual labour.&lt;br /&gt;my family says they are exploiting us with the super low pay. i also didnt know why i didnt reject the job. anw its only 1 day i guess i dont mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont get how pple apply and get jobs so easily like as easy as changing clothes. im not that lucky in this area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got accepted into sep! woohoo! im so excited!! even though its one year from now, i know its gona be a fast year like how xmas and cny passes and u said it feels like only 1 mth ago when u last celebrated them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i dont know why i keep seeing images of lizards flying past the corner of my eye these days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19196923-3303817337992527364?l=smarty-peas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smarty-peas.blogspot.com/feeds/3303817337992527364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19196923&amp;postID=3303817337992527364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19196923/posts/default/3303817337992527364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19196923/posts/default/3303817337992527364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smarty-peas.blogspot.com/2008/01/it-was-my-first-time-working-night-job.html' title=''/><author><name>smarty pea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17302672881335389826</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-19196923.post-4844570578351192845</id><published>2008-01-07T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T23:01:34.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mummy has been sick for a week and is still as sick. can the bacteria or whatever illness pls automatically disappear/dissolve back into the air??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i shld be home this entire wk to look after her. anw i really have no mood to go out now. just let me emo myself at home! and i realised that by staying home, you can really save up alot of money: transport, food, impulse buys etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have already made faraway plans to chiong CNY shopping only after sch starts. gona use some of my uber long breaks to shop as well! i thought abt it: i wont be beaten down so easily by whoever the timetable planner is. im gona take it in my stride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school's starting next wk. ohno! not looking forward at all. with my sucky timetable.&lt;br /&gt;but yet desperately seeking for last min one day jobs to earn a meagre sum to support my CNY expenses.&lt;br /&gt;working at toys tmr. it's my first midnight till early morn job. pray i dont fall sick after that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have been reading this book "eat pray love" and it expresses some of the emotions which im not able to express through words, until after the writer wrote it, it felt so surreal. although i must admit i was struggling to read through it (cos im not really a book person, i dont really like reading but bought the book with a voucher i had), some of the writer's feelings at that moment was parallel to mine at certain circumstances. and when i read abt such instances, it keeps me going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im waiting to slowly finish up this book before i can start on neil humphrey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i cant wait to cut my hair! the hairstylist always make me feel so good. but i dont know how much shorter shld i cut. i really do hope i can style my hair for elaine's wedding there. but she's arranging her own hairstylist for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everytime i pack my table, it gets cluttered with mess the very same night. so i give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CNY is coming in exactly a month! countdown! angbaos and MJ and goodies and new clothes and photos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;oh mans. i just got blamed for not doing things right while i was trying to help out. good guys never get good returns.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19196923-4844570578351192845?l=smarty-peas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smarty-peas.blogspot.com/feeds/4844570578351192845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19196923&amp;postID=4844570578351192845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19196923/posts/default/4844570578351192845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19196923/posts/default/4844570578351192845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smarty-peas.blogspot.com/2008/01/mummy-has-been-sick-for-week-and-is.html' title=''/><author><name>smarty pea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17302672881335389826</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-19196923.post-433113378959646441</id><published>2008-01-05T13:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T13:56:28.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sorry if im complaining too much. but i really seriously do detest my timetable this sem to the core. it's as bad as a lizard encounter. what do you exactly do in a 4hr and a 6 hr break? with all days ending at either 6pm or 8pm? and i start sch in the morn okay! im so sore about it! who is the timetable planner?! can seriously just go eat s***.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im gona plan alot of exciting retreats during those breaks to comfort myself. im gona travel out of school. go cut hair and shop at marina sq during the freaking murderous 6hr break. or i can go vivo and find my mum for lunch, then hang ard at hbf mac to study or smth, or i can go ikea to eat meatballs, go home and sleep, eat, swim, bath and come out again. or i can even take up those temp jobs that work in the noon, then go back to sch i can earn some $ at the same time! come on give me ideas of how to spend my time! my bus concession is so gona be worth it with so much travelling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel inflated again. having not swam for weeks. but it's always raining. and i've been eating out with friends the last wk which probably accounts for the piling up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oman i realised my hair has grown so fast! its too long, i didnt even know until i saw the mirror ytd. cant wait to cut hair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for smth comforting, i am super excited for CNY! i cant wait for all the gambling to start, all the receiving of angbaos, eating new year cookies (i must exercise self-control on this).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;elaine jiejie said we must start looking for dresses and outfits to wear on her wedding! and she briefed us that altogether we shld have at least 3-4 diff outfits for the 3 day event. omo i feel like im getting married! the process of shopping for costumes will be fun! i love attending weddings! especially if the person is close to you. still rmb how we prepared and attended ahyi's wedding when i was p5. me and my cousins were flower girls! and alot of funny things happened. but we were too young then to own cameras and that time wasnt the uprising of technology so we didnt have many photos. in fact i dont have any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so glad sem exams end before the wedding. and it's only a day before. i still thought i will only be searching for the outfits only after exams but it would be disaster to find 3 dresses in 1 day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i pity those pple in sequence 1 who end exams after us. their last paper is on sat! if i were in that sequence, i wld have missed the wedding. lucky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19196923-433113378959646441?l=smarty-peas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smarty-peas.blogspot.com/feeds/433113378959646441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19196923&amp;postID=433113378959646441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19196923/posts/default/433113378959646441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19196923/posts/default/433113378959646441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smarty-peas.blogspot.com/2008/01/sorry-if-im-complaining-too-much.html' title=''/><author><name>smarty pea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17302672881335389826</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-19196923.post-2086563106791965109</id><published>2008-01-01T14:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T15:02:10.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im so pissed with this whole system of L P P thing. omg it sucks. what trouble have i got myself into. URGH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19196923-2086563106791965109?l=smarty-peas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smarty-peas.blogspot.com/feeds/2086563106791965109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19196923&amp;postID=2086563106791965109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19196923/posts/default/2086563106791965109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19196923/posts/default/2086563106791965109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smarty-peas.blogspot.com/2008/01/im-so-pissed-with-this-whole-system-of.html' title=''/><author><name>smarty pea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17302672881335389826</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-19196923.post-2637013886900893084</id><published>2007-12-25T15:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T15:41:29.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'>merry xmas 2007!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;MERRY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;XMAS&lt;/span&gt; PEEPS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blogging while waiting for the party to start. i have alot of photos at hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HfY-8H9fryA/R3Cz25CcNSI/AAAAAAAAAF8/dGuQ_lmU-Fo/s1600-h/DSCF0985.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HfY-8H9fryA/R3Cz25CcNSI/AAAAAAAAAF8/dGuQ_lmU-Fo/s200/DSCF0985.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147812129689842978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;daddy and mummy! they are so sporting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HfY-8H9fryA/R3CzWZCcNRI/AAAAAAAAAF0/DztRebvtv_I/s1600-h/DSCF1022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HfY-8H9fryA/R3CzWZCcNRI/AAAAAAAAAF0/DztRebvtv_I/s200/DSCF1022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147811571344094482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;"rebekah" popo and i&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HfY-8H9fryA/R3Cy2ZCcNQI/AAAAAAAAAFs/jIJsGNh11U4/s1600-h/DSCF0992.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HfY-8H9fryA/R3Cy2ZCcNQI/AAAAAAAAAFs/jIJsGNh11U4/s200/DSCF0992.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147811021588280578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;santa and santarina and us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HfY-8H9fryA/R3CyeZCcNPI/AAAAAAAAAFk/CsVY7epJLFI/s1600-h/DSCF0993.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HfY-8H9fryA/R3CyeZCcNPI/AAAAAAAAAFk/CsVY7epJLFI/s200/DSCF0993.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147810609271420146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;BALLS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HfY-8H9fryA/R3Cx8JCcNOI/AAAAAAAAAFc/PoKzEy0TIAk/s1600-h/DSCF0997.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HfY-8H9fryA/R3Cx8JCcNOI/AAAAAAAAAFc/PoKzEy0TIAk/s200/DSCF0997.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147810020860900578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;cousins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HfY-8H9fryA/R3CxYJCcNNI/AAAAAAAAAFU/HR6HdIO3zPY/s1600-h/DSCF1008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HfY-8H9fryA/R3CxYJCcNNI/AAAAAAAAAFU/HR6HdIO3zPY/s200/DSCF1008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147809402385609938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;all getting in action&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HfY-8H9fryA/R3CwppCcNMI/AAAAAAAAAFM/Zey8CCpajtg/s1600-h/DSCF1011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HfY-8H9fryA/R3CwppCcNMI/AAAAAAAAAFM/Zey8CCpajtg/s200/DSCF1011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147808603521692866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;all the children! look at sarah! haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HfY-8H9fryA/R3CtkJCcNHI/AAAAAAAAAEk/X039O8dGnWQ/s1600-h/DSCF1025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HfY-8H9fryA/R3CtkJCcNHI/AAAAAAAAAEk/X039O8dGnWQ/s200/DSCF1025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147805210497528946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;we are imitating the penguins behind. jay is damn cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HfY-8H9fryA/R3CsrJCcNGI/AAAAAAAAAEc/l1qnUyjs0_g/s1600-h/DSCF2172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HfY-8H9fryA/R3CsrJCcNGI/AAAAAAAAAEc/l1qnUyjs0_g/s200/DSCF2172.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147804231244985442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;our 24-pple xmas dinner. check out the length of the table!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HfY-8H9fryA/R3CsGJCcNFI/AAAAAAAAAEU/-b7K6M00wpM/s1600-h/DSCF2183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HfY-8H9fryA/R3CsGJCcNFI/AAAAAAAAAEU/-b7K6M00wpM/s200/DSCF2183.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147803595589825618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;me and shar in stockings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HfY-8H9fryA/R3CuXpCcNII/AAAAAAAAAEs/dAoS3HSDG2k/s1600-h/DSCF1036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HfY-8H9fryA/R3CuXpCcNII/AAAAAAAAAEs/dAoS3HSDG2k/s200/DSCF1036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147806095260791938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;doing the christmas tree at 3am 25 dec.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HfY-8H9fryA/R3Cv85CcNLI/AAAAAAAAAFE/BfWqTJnX_EA/s1600-h/DSCF1040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HfY-8H9fryA/R3Cv85CcNLI/AAAAAAAAAFE/BfWqTJnX_EA/s200/DSCF1040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147807834722546866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;TA DA! finally done at 3.40 am 25 dec.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more to come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19196923-2637013886900893084?l=smarty-peas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smarty-peas.blogspot.com/feeds/2637013886900893084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19196923&amp;postID=2637013886900893084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19196923/posts/default/2637013886900893084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19196923/posts/default/2637013886900893084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smarty-peas.blogspot.com/2007/12/merry-xmas-2007.html' title='merry xmas 2007!!!'/><author><name>smarty pea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17302672881335389826</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/_HfY-8H9fryA/R3Cz25CcNSI/AAAAAAAAAF8/dGuQ_lmU-Fo/s72-c/DSCF0985.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19196923.post-6029335662273665588</id><published>2007-12-21T00:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T00:40:50.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>finally mambo with cousins although it wasnt full troop. the company was big as many friends join in. i haven gone mambo for damn long! and the crowd ytd was good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the trivial stuff there, i had overlooked cos i haven been there for maybe half a year?. better not to say to prevent embarrassment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus also all the songs seem to have changed. or maybe it was a diff deejay who has a diff style? or is it that i haven been there frequently enough? but anw, the songs are mostly from class95 plus mambo 80s songs, which are all my favourites so i enjoyed the night alot. especially the ending!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the end, my toes were in sheer pain. i dont know why. i just cldnt walk properly. even lying in bed and resting them is a torture.&lt;br /&gt;i only woke up at 2pm. my best record so far. luckily my toe has recovered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now im looking forward to xmas dinner plus the party after that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ps/gotta go prepare xmas presents! get in the festive mood yo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;click this link  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;http://spop.mediacorptv.sg/voting.htm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and listen to 3) sha mo [desert]. it's sung by diya. im addicted to it! cant stop listening and singing. and i also like 2) love is forever. the lyrics are all so great. i dont think i will be able to write them. maybe because it's in chinese.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/19196923-6029335662273665588?l=smarty-peas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smarty-peas.blogspot.com/feeds/6029335662273665588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19196923&amp;postID=6029335662273665588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19196923/posts/default/6029335662273665588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19196923/posts/default/6029335662273665588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smarty-peas.blogspot.com/2007/12/finally-mambo-with-cousins-although-it.html' title=''/><author><name>smarty pea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17302672881335389826</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-19196923.post-95490896284911872</id><published>2007-12-18T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T23:21:56.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i cant believe i actually did this. i actually deleted my entire collection of carrie and diya songs and videos without saving a copy for myself!! AAARRGGHH!! i took so long to download all of them and now its all gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i actually tot i had burn it into a disc already so i deleted it from my thumbdrive! now i cant recover it back! can some kind soul pls send me again?! i cant even find it in the recycle bin cos its thumbdrive not c drive! pek cek!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it telling me time to move on? no way!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19196923-95490896284911872?l=smarty-peas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smarty-peas.blogspot.com/feeds/95490896284911872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19196923&amp;postID=95490896284911872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19196923/posts/default/95490896284911872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19196923/posts/default/95490896284911872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smarty-peas.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-cant-believe-i-actually-did-this.html' title=''/><author><name>smarty pea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17302672881335389826</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-19196923.post-7039824740117968460</id><published>2007-12-16T23:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T00:00:14.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i opened the car door, getting ready to set off for gathering.i sat with jay in the back seat.there was a cane at the backseat so i asked daddy what was it for and why was it there but he didnt answer me and pretend not to hear. after repeated attempts, he said no lah nothing much. one and a half min into setting off, i felt smth crawl over my leg so i tried to take a look from where i was sitting. i saw smth black sweep across my left foot. then i shrieked and wriggled my foot furiously to shake that damn thing off. i thought it was a cockroach. i was thinking if it was a cockroach, nvm. but u know what daddy said? he said, aiyah nothing la. just a lizard. upon learning it's a lizard, i was fuming mad inside. lizards? my goodness i hate lizards. my father jolly well knows that im afraid of them and he didnt warn me abt it! and when i tried to reason with him, he said if he told me, i wldnt have sat the car there. but who cares?! i can always walk there since its so near. and he said he didnt think the lizard wld ran across my leg, like it wont be so suay. i was really mad at him. i wanted to scream at him. i wanted to cry out loud. i can still picture that scene of the black lizard running across my foot not once but twice!now i have a phobia of sitting in the back seat of the car. i will not put my feet down. i just dont understand. why is my life marred by stupid lizards? why in the world will they follow me all the way into the car? other pple cars do not have, why do my father's car have one? and its not the first time. and it doesnt help when jay was holding on to the cane and occasionally accidentally sweeping the end of the cane on my hand or my body, and it feels exactly like how the lizard ran across my feet. i screamed and scolded him. when going home, i put my leg up the car seat, and daddy scolded me for not sitting properly. and i rebutted back, why didnt u tell me there was a lizard in the car in the first place? and he kept quiet. i felt like i had been molested by a rapist. and that i cld coop myself in my room and cry for one day. i really hate lizards. do u know how much i detest them? why do lizards live on earth? why cant they just live on mars or smth? if i were the ruler of all animals and insects, i will pass a rule to wipe them all out with shieldtox and bygone at mighty levels. ARGH. i aim to build a device to protect me from lizards in future. i ever bathed with a black lizard between my feet before. they really shld just be electric shocked and get extinct. i do not want to see them in my sight at all!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i had planned to go support carrie in heeren for the mission 4. mummy told me to go temple cos my zodiac animal has some tai sui thing. initially i wanted to forgo temple. but somehow i went.and only reached temple at 1pm. and found out my zodiac animal was not involved in the tai sui thing. i felt so cheated. i am always cheated by my parents. parents do not speak the truth. why? i really dont like it. and then, when we left, i left with one of my uncle and he took a long way and didnt send me to the correct mrt. he dropped me off at bishan when we were in toa payoH! by the time i got to heeren it was 205pm. not a single sign that some filming had been going on at all. but i dont blame him of course. if i was smart enough not to listen to mummy, i wld have seen carrie. wad the. stupid parents.&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shopping in town was madness. squeezy and bustling like a market. it seriously didnt feel like i was buying smth expensive even though it costs a bomb cos everyone just grab and buy like they had alot of money. but i managed to get all my xmas presents. just some final minor touch-ups will do. i want to go star awards post party! sighs.&lt;br /&gt;its quite amazing and hilarious actually at how jay and sarah actually believes in the existence of santa claus. i mean its li suo dang ran cos they are still kids. but i can just see how foolish and innocent i was when i was young and my parents wld paint this imaginary pic of santa giving us presents if we re good that year. and anything they defy, just threaten them with the idea of santa claus not giving them presents and they instantly turn good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant wait for zouk soon soon soon!! and xmas party!! imagine 20+ to 30 pple eating buffet tog at a table! and its MY FAMILY! its gona be total chaos and we're so gona freak out all the pple who will be going there. my family will eat like as if they hadnt eaten for 10 years!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19196923-7039824740117968460?l=smarty-peas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smarty-peas.blogspot.com/feeds/7039824740117968460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19196923&amp;postID=7039824740117968460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19196923/posts/default/7039824740117968460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19196923/posts/default/7039824740117968460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smarty-peas.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-opened-car-door-getting-ready-to-set.html' title=''/><author><name>smarty pea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17302672881335389826</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-19196923.post-7705344270554570987</id><published>2007-12-14T14:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T14:25:36.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Msia was good and bad. spent entire 2 hrs searching for paris hilton's hotel. we cld see it but can never get there cos we are always on the other side of the road. we repeat our path thrice, and finally got there after 2 hrs. their signboard system seriously sucks. met ah piak's friend there who also thinks that the signboard system sucks. which is why im still an advocate of AMC. you shld be able to guess what's the acronym from what i just said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i must say the hilton hotel is indeed very posh and comfortable. i love the toilet. i didnt want to stop bathing in the toilet. it is better than my own home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after coming back from msia, i can feel that i really spend too much. like spending money as if i were rich, like its supply is unlimited. i ought to slow down, and save more money for rainy days. but u noe, every little thing in sgp needs money. from taking bus/mrt, to maybe east coast, renting a bike needs money as well, food needs money as well. so it comes to square one unless i coop myself at home and face the wall. cos watching tv adds to electricity bill. argh! money is indeed ONE of the most impt thing in this world. besides love and happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i suddenly feel saturated from all the shopping. im currently facing a shopping dearth. haha. oh we went mango sale in msia. and spent 680Rm there. shiok mans. it beats going to the mango sale in sgp cos sgp women really shop like crazy over there. i doubt u can try clothes with ease and patience in sgp. msia is much better. so i can forgo the one in sgp alr. and finally got a pair of mango jeans! its slightly cheaper than sgp cos of the exchange rate that favours the sgp dollar. i got it for abt $40. isnt it a steal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haven exercised for so long. i can feel that alot of oil and unhealthy fats are clumping up my heart and i cant breathe normally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haven started on xmas presents! cos i really ran out of ideas. how now brown cow? and i have yet to spend my kino voucher which is expiring in 6 days time. u know, im not really a book person. i hate books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this sun is star awards. i hope i can go! there's the goong guy. and i wana take pic with fel chin and jess liu and carrie and diya! wahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in such a short time, how do u expect me to find a temp job which can provide me expenses for xmas shopping?and the process of finding a job, gg down for the interview really puts me off. and its not like you'll cnfm get the job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have always dream of starting my own business, so that i can save myself from the trouble of all this job searching, interview, what nots. and just open business when i feel like it, be motivated by my own sales and profits. even if it were a small business of cutsy stuff i wldnt mind. as long as people still do buy from me i wld be happy already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;CANT WAIT FOR ZOUK WITH COUSINS AND MY FAMILY X&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;A&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt; PARTEY!&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/19196923-7705344270554570987?l=smarty-peas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smarty-peas.blogspot.com/feeds/7705344270554570987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19196923&amp;postID=7705344270554570987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19196923/posts/default/7705344270554570987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19196923/posts/default/7705344270554570987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smarty-peas.blogspot.com/2007/12/msia-was-good-and-bad.html' title=''/><author><name>smarty pea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17302672881335389826</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-19196923.post-1643987840348665702</id><published>2007-12-10T11:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T12:07:38.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im enjoying every sec of my holi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i have been shopping for an entire wk and there's nothing to buy in sgp! i cant believe it. boo :(&lt;br /&gt;so that's why im gg msia this wed and thur for a quick spreeeaway. i wish i cld stay longer if not for my sis and mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really cant wait for xmas and cny! okay xmas first for now. the games and prizes!! woo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh if i'd gone star awards ytd, i wld have seen carrie and diya! sighs. carrie sang this old song till those veteran actresses/actors cried. it must have been so touching!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i can forget abt working this holi. it doesnt seem fated. saw an event job today, but audition is this sat at east coast park? so inaccessible! but i sounds quite reasonable to my schedule and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait to head across the causeway! sgp is getting boring. last wkend town was already jammed-packed. and its like as if the wkend b4 xmas but its only 3 wks from xmas!?&lt;br /&gt;everybody..head to town nearing/on/ xmas and you'll be sorry!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19196923-1643987840348665702?l=smarty-peas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smarty-peas.blogspot.com/feeds/1643987840348665702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19196923&amp;postID=1643987840348665702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19196923/posts/default/1643987840348665702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19196923/posts/default/1643987840348665702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smarty-peas.blogspot.com/2007/12/im-enjoying-every-sec-of-my-holi.html' title=''/><author><name>smarty pea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17302672881335389826</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-19196923.post-6696669408944218517</id><published>2007-12-05T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T23:15:49.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'>worries</title><content type='html'>finally exams are over! pheew. but what's the use of having freedom when you know you will &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;die&lt;/span&gt; later? but anw, nothing will stop me from enjoying my much deserved freedom after 3 mths of school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today went bugis village. it was a disappointment. walk only 3 hrs and im tired! my stamina has dropped tremendously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and my friends, we were just talking abt life now and stuff. gosh. as we grow older, we worry more and more. especially school, bidding, timetable, blah blah this and that. even though its after exams, but it just doesnt feel great. it is incomparable to the after Alevel effect or after jc1 final exams. somehow. i dunno why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because you know sem will start in a months time. nothing to be joyful about. and it's because in jc, everyone is working towards that goal of gg to uni. and now that we're in uni, it's like trapping in an endless cycle, not being able to study finish, everyone is so damn bloody smart and hardworking, you cannot afford to lag behind. and after uni, its work. oh my. i dont want to graduate to the workforce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can u imagine, in 3 yrs, i will start working and depend on myself for my expenses? being independent, and busy and perhaps having no life after i start working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh u see. im worrying again. just too many things to think about. that causes me to sometimes not be able to sleep at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the adult world is so complex and so mind-goggling. im feeling less happy now, at this age.&lt;br /&gt;bottom line is: im feeling emo now. sigh sigh sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my cap is just gona go so low. how to be motivated to do well for the rest of the sems? :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19196923-6696669408944218517?l=smarty-peas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smarty-peas.blogspot.com/feeds/6696669408944218517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19196923&amp;postID=6696669408944218517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19196923/posts/default/6696669408944218517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19196923/posts/default/6696669408944218517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smarty-peas.blogspot.com/2007/12/worries.html' title='worries'/><author><name>smarty pea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17302672881335389826</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-19196923.post-5791385358628746717</id><published>2007-11-30T17:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T18:04:42.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yay</title><content type='html'>yoo woo! im rather happy today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)3 papers have been over. now im left with one more paper but it's 3 days ltr :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) my delias spree came! the tank is super pretty. but i ordered M size for this cami top and its US m size i forgot. it came and look like maternity wear. darn! how to wear?! and the colour was quite off from the website. other than that, delias has great clothes! i shld have ordered s la! damn dui!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) mr postman knocked on my door. registered mail. my licence! yay! i was still thinking 2 wks from last tue, is 4 dec, last day of exam. i shldnt be home how to collect my registered mail?! and it surprised me by arriving today! yippee! but i haven touched the car yet. haha.&lt;br /&gt;the licence was exceptionally attractive. it somehow made my that ugly photo look good, and best of all, birthdate and pass date is the same! i feel so proud man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) felt very fat from all the sitting down, studying all day, eating, and no exercise for a few months! so i decided to go for a swim. and after the swim, i felt as if i was lighter and lost some fats even though i know its not true. but at least i feel much better and healthier than before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*i wana go alter that maternity top i accidentally bought from delias. shit la. stupid me. actually ordered US size M. what the.&lt;br /&gt;okay off to study!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19196923-5791385358628746717?l=smarty-peas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smarty-peas.blogspot.com/feeds/5791385358628746717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19196923&amp;postID=5791385358628746717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19196923/posts/default/5791385358628746717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19196923/posts/default/5791385358628746717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smarty-peas.blogspot.com/2007/11/yay.html' title='yay'/><author><name>smarty pea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17302672881335389826</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-19196923.post-1379158452296700115</id><published>2007-11-20T14:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T15:08:40.228+08:00</updated><title type='text'>feel the LOVE</title><content type='html'>my bday this yr is gona be a low profile one. but im already a happy girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad is in india now so my family will only celebrate this sat when he comes back. tonight me mummy and sis will "celebrate" by eating home cooked food?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had driving test today. the warm up instructor looked at my i/c, then looked at me, and stare at my i/c again, and check his watch.  finally asking me, today is ur bday?  he told me he also had his bday present (his licence) on his bday and hoped i will have a similar present!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time to pick ping pong ball for test route. i picked no. 13. first thing that came to my mind was bambang = lousy feeeling = bad luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mins b4 test, my tester called for my name. all the testers were asking for candidate's i/c no. mine also asked me for my bdate. i was surprised by this qn but answered him anw. then he said okay, lets go to the car. in the car, he wished me happy birthday! haha! he was super friendly and nice! he told me not to be nervous, to do my best, and he was so soft spoken unlike my previous tester who had a black face and deep voice and any instruction he gives will make you jump.&lt;br /&gt;my this tester told me he will give me a good bday present and keep telling me to do my best.&lt;br /&gt;he even talked to me, like what am i studying now, where, my family, blah blah blah and told me to treat him like my normal instructor. my goodness! i love him man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that this lady keeps talking to me, in a friendly way. and we were practically just tog, waiting to watch the video, take queue no, wait, and mutual entertaining each other. after that another guy who also took the test at the same time, waved bye and smiled to the rest of us after he has completed all procedures and stuff. suddenly everyone is so friendly, behaving without restrictions, like in those american society.&lt;br /&gt;and i pretty love the feeling of living in this kinda situation or atmosphere.&lt;br /&gt;if only sgp can be like this everyday. and not only today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the testers seem to be very happy today. seriously a drastic difference from the last time. they seem to behave like its their bday today! or maybe they know its mine?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mum msged me. my friends wished me. thanks for all those lovely msgs. and the luck u all gave me was truly significant and magnificent enough for my test! and popo even called me this morn just to wish me happy birthday! just that i was sleeping and didnt pick up but she wished me when i called her to tell her the good news! im so touched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel so loved and blessed. every other thing else ard me doesnt affect me now. i feel self-sufficient and self-fulfilled that i dont require any sort of cake blowing or big celebration. just spending time together with the people i love and pple who make me feel loved. i dont even mind having to study on this day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; :) :-) :P :D :&gt; :] 8)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19196923-1379158452296700115?l=smarty-peas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smarty-peas.blogspot.com/feeds/1379158452296700115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19196923&amp;postID=1379158452296700115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19196923/posts/default/1379158452296700115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19196923/posts/default/1379158452296700115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smarty-peas.blogspot.com/2007/11/feel-love.html' title='feel the LOVE'/><author><name>smarty pea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17302672881335389826</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-19196923.post-7487853484553072591</id><published>2007-11-17T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T00:06:55.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my parents went to hk on wed and just came back tonight. throughout that 4 days, my breakfast and lunch was one pao and one man tou per meal. except dinner i will go ah yi house for dinner which will be my best meal. i was under-nourished. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mum bought an espirit jacket for me! woohoo! and she bought this vintage jacket which is damn nice! omg! i wanted to buy it but cldnt afford it and she bought it back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i just bought a pair of havainas! yoohoo! smth which i had wanted for soo long. i bought the metallic dark blue one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after exams im gona work! i wana earn money so that i can get ready buying presents for xmas! i want to get a pair of levis jeans after exams!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait for xmas man. went town and shops were already playing xmas songs getting me into the xmas which is kinda early huh. i haven even started exams yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last yr's xmas was so much fun! i love our parents' games! and prizes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait to go hk! oh mans. im missing it alot. the xls, one peking dimsum, espirit outlet, shamrock, and just shopping! next yr june hopefully im gg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next wk driving test. on my birthday. prays hard i pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tata.&lt;br /&gt;off to hit the books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* im loving econs. im hating mkt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19196923-7487853484553072591?l=smarty-peas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smarty-peas.blogspot.com/feeds/7487853484553072591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19196923&amp;postID=7487853484553072591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19196923/posts/default/7487853484553072591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19196923/posts/default/7487853484553072591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smarty-peas.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-parents-went-to-hk-on-wed-and-just.html' title=''/><author><name>smarty pea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17302672881335389826</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-19196923.post-5637758052385101484</id><published>2007-11-10T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T21:47:05.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i suddenly remembered a personal life test i took involving poker cards. A did the test on me. and if it is really true, i dont mind embracing 19. a positive life ahead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wana go sep! i really wana go to european countries. but i dont know if i shld continue with LPP. if i do i will be stuck with only 3 countries to choose. but im thinking of taking technop if not my unrestricted electives will be wasted on other stuff which i dont like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait for exams to end! i want to start working again, to at least have some earnings so that i can spend without feeling guilty and i can start saving up for sep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a man who isnt married is called a bachelor, which is sounds so much nicer than a woman who is not married, called a spinster. isnt it? its just random.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19196923-5637758052385101484?l=smarty-peas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smarty-peas.blogspot.com/feeds/5637758052385101484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19196923&amp;postID=5637758052385101484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19196923/posts/default/5637758052385101484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19196923/posts/default/5637758052385101484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smarty-peas.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-suddenly-remembered-personal-life.html' title=''/><author><name>smarty pea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17302672881335389826</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-19196923.post-5412372149277082207</id><published>2007-11-07T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T20:53:32.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i read that writing about happy things will make all your problems seem smaller and thus become an optimistic person! so i shall try to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) finally projects all over and done! no more presentations for this sem. and my tutor just praised my group's ppt for being creative and entertaining and humourous! and u noe what? she wants to share the videos and skit with all her classes and wants us to stay back to act out again for her class! but as many of us cant make it, thus she didnt force us to stay on. just showed the video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) my sickness is miraculously progressing at a very fast pace! means that i used to have 3 days or sore throat b4 progressing to 2-3 days of fever and cough. but now, mon i had sore throat, and quickly evolved to cough on tue. by wed morn i alr had fever, the day i had my presentation! so i presume i shld recover by fri in time for amanda's bday party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) no school tmr! and tmr happens to be my long day! no more management sci lect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) sem is ending soon. im getting into the xmas mood alr due to the media. even though exam hasnt even started! suddenly im longing for xmas even though i dont use to like xmas cos i have to rack mybrains for ideas for presents. but i love my family xmas party! cos the games come up by our parents are super duper gan chiong, fun and exciting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) my bday is coming soon. but i think this is a bad thing actually. i dont wana turn one yr older! i still want to be 18!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy deepavali!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19196923-5412372149277082207?l=smarty-peas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smarty-peas.blogspot.com/feeds/5412372149277082207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19196923&amp;postID=5412372149277082207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19196923/posts/default/5412372149277082207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19196923/posts/default/5412372149277082207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smarty-peas.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-read-that-writing-about-happy-things.html' title=''/><author><name>smarty pea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17302672881335389826</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-19196923.post-7676202928525715664</id><published>2007-11-04T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T23:55:38.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'>project sucks</title><content type='html'>i cannot imagine. someone actually criticised my ppt very badly. i mean how wrong can a ppt go? seriously?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have always thought this person was a considerate and approachable kind of person but not anymore. and even "good friend" who told me that this person criticised our ppt has become &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sort of&lt;/span&gt; my ally. and i have lost the grudge i beared against her about not doing work already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my day is just spoiled by that insensitive comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my goodness. projects just suck okay. i hate them. they show the evil side of my classmates. and end up in conflicts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just realised that both my project groups have people who are selfish, un-understandable, and self-centred. i just dont know why they dont do things the same frequency as i do. its very hard to work together like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont use to have this problem when i do projects in the past. things are just so difficult to get done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUST GET IT OVER AND DONE WITH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19196923-7676202928525715664?l=smarty-peas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smarty-peas.blogspot.com/feeds/7676202928525715664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19196923&amp;postID=7676202928525715664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19196923/posts/default/7676202928525715664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19196923/posts/default/7676202928525715664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smarty-peas.blogspot.com/2007/11/project-sucks.html' title='project sucks'/><author><name>smarty pea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17302672881335389826</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-19196923.post-2473640370643399225</id><published>2007-11-02T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T23:26:47.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my week</title><content type='html'>ooo! today has finally arrived! i have waited since monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stats proj has finally ended! and a whole line up of activities following!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just watched STARDUST with growlers. first time watching at vivo max. super big la. and alot of leg space. and the movie was awesome! initally it was so complicated, and i didnt really understand but after they explain in the later part then everything just piece tog so nicely and so many adventures of the couple. its super unpredictable and is just great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im gg cycling at east coast tmr and then zhi cha dinner there! yoohoo! then we gg to YL hse for sleepover! oh ya! its been so long since we had a one. and i hope we go chinatown for dimsum breakfast!&lt;br /&gt;its the last chance i can let my hair down and enjoy before mugging for exams alr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my friend's exams end so early. NOT FAIR! they end even b4 i start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im just left with mkt proj and german test again!(but its gona be our last test).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh for mkt my group did a motion pic thingy. like when u put alot of pic tog and click very fast, it seems like a video. and its super hilarious. im in the film too. acting as a crazy girl chasing after this guy. my god. after watching back i wana dig a hole. its gona be shown to my class!! its super unglam! goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh last thing: i wana stress that im still 18! i dont wana turn 19 please? its a scary number. i dont want my birthday to come! its the first time in my life i actually have to study on my birthday?! how depressing is it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19196923-2473640370643399225?l=smarty-peas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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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-19196923.post-3429728048796006990</id><published>2007-10-31T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T22:42:08.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*pulls out hair</title><content type='html'>AAARRRRRRHHHH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M.S is making me go crazy! i dont understand the textbook! and exam is coming in 4 weeks time. oohh noo. im in deep trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even i think econs is much easier. actually i find econs rather interesting la. its all LC's fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im looking forward to this fri!&lt;br /&gt;projs are ending soon! :)&lt;br /&gt;and thank goodness my german oral is over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19196923-3429728048796006990?l=smarty-peas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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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-19196923.post-68721530580593680</id><published>2007-10-28T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T23:23:20.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my boring life</title><content type='html'>my life had been pretty much boring. really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sch is really boring and uneventful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh i went bugis ytd and bought a long cardigan, a top, a dress, a skirt, a watch and a hp cover. im self-fulfilled now. so happy! and i only spend a whopping $61.50. retail therapy works extremely well for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i think im ready to buy a pair of levis jeans.&lt;br /&gt;im hunting for jeans now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19196923-68721530580593680?l=smarty-peas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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EEFFF his ass la! men are so irritating. Effing shit to all men out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another random issue. this is adapted from straits times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;The curse of the Wishy-Washy Man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishy-washy men come in all shapes and sizes and colours but they boast one defining characteristic: They think real hard about everything.&lt;br /&gt;when the cogs in a man's brain go into overdrive over the smallest choices, he begins to come across as indecisive, vapid and weak.&lt;br /&gt;there's one of this sort in every group of friends.&lt;br /&gt;he's the one who shows up late for appts because he spent an hr wondering if he shld drive to the venue; who takes half an hr to order his food; who rarely has an opinion on world affairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if u were to ask him point blank why he is so wishy washy, he'd probably go :" um. ah. Am i wishy washy? no what. um i guess so.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you want to strangle him to ur bare hands and beat him to a pulp. except that u cant because most of the time he is a fundamentally nice bloke who probably has no idea how much he's getting on everyone's nerves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doesnt it fit the description so wonderfully for Y? omg so the prob doesnt lie with me. its him!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19196923-4107368959271496943?l=smarty-peas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smarty-peas.blogspot.com/feeds/4107368959271496943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19196923&amp;postID=4107368959271496943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19196923/posts/default/4107368959271496943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19196923/posts/default/4107368959271496943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smarty-peas.blogspot.com/2007/10/effffing-shiate-to-all-men-out-there.html' title='effffing shiate to all men out there                       *spits'/><author><name>smarty pea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17302672881335389826</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-19196923.post-3727649256776054407</id><published>2007-10-06T16:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T20:59:12.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cant stand my N.O sis</title><content type='html'>dsc midterm today was &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;DISGUSTING&lt;/span&gt;. i felt more full after the midterm (cos i ate subway lunch just b4 it). see what the lecturer said to us after the exams (below).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Hi DSC2003ers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;For those who have just completed mid-term exam, well done!! If you feel that it was agonizing paper, you are normal. If you feel that it is an easy exam, then do not let your peers know; they might ostracize you for a month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;haaha so im normal! im kinda immune to all these already because of trainings (for pervetic exams in sec and jc before)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;finally a big burden off my shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next wk i have a 4-day wk! cos no dsc tutorial!! woots! isnt that great?&lt;br /&gt;i think im gona cut my hair during that holiday.&lt;br /&gt;i look back at pics we took last yr and i miss my short hair! but i wana keep long hair until next yr for the wedding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i finally managed to buy my spree clothes online!! wahaha! and also managed to book an earlier test date! which is on my bday! gosh. i will have higher pressure to pass it that day. but nonetheless, i am satisfied with myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i bought 2 tops from sch bazaar somemore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did i say: my sis is a big time N.O = ngiao ong!! and she begins to take over my mum! for being so contradicting.&lt;br /&gt;i cant help but to quarrel with her. and i have been quarreling with her the whole of this wk but i always make sure i win. its sort of my stress reliever too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she says that im so lazy to wash my own plate. and then she leaves her plate on the table, acts blur and goes to bath and never washes her plate! isnt she the pot calling the kettle black? yes she is the stupid pot who is round and useless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and once she helps me to wash the plate when we were sharing that plate of food (she was the last one to finish) and then she complains and complains to my mum that i never wash the plate and always so lazy to wash the plate and act blur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT its only one day that i didnt wash the plate and i have been folding her blanket every morning for her, washing her cup she sometimes just simply chuck in the basin every morning when she says she is late for work alr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;obviously i have a stronger stand. and of course thats why i won the argument! haha! i feel so great! hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&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/19196923-3727649256776054407?l=smarty-peas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smarty-peas.blogspot.com/feeds/3727649256776054407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19196923&amp;postID=3727649256776054407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19196923/posts/default/3727649256776054407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19196923/posts/default/3727649256776054407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smarty-peas.blogspot.com/2007/10/cant-stand-my-no-sis.html' title='cant stand my N.O sis'/><author><name>smarty pea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17302672881335389826</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-19196923.post-7162985298100099556</id><published>2007-09-29T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T22:50:38.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a good break !</title><content type='html'>recess wk was passing at a quite comfortable pace, at least for me it didnt just skip past me without me realising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;last wkend: &lt;/span&gt;went shopping with &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;mummy&lt;/span&gt;! crystal jade lamian xlb :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;mon:&lt;/span&gt;went my last revision lesson. then sis locked herself out of the house when she was supposed to pick me up from driving school. so i had to go amk myself. stupid. twisted my back shoulder's ligimen! what good timing. had to go tui na again and its always my ligimen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;tue:&lt;/span&gt; i thought i would not get to see &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;bambang&lt;/span&gt; anymore. but i was awfully wrong. maybe i wasnt too ready to hit the road yet. at night, went &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;ahyee'&lt;/span&gt;s hse for mooncake eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;wed: &lt;/span&gt;met &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;charlene&lt;/span&gt; for our mac bf at the amk 'lakehouse' mac. its a really cool place to chill out especially in the morning when u start feeling blue and everything. and i still haven figure out how to become a mac member! went library after that and suddenly felt the inspiration to borrow alot of high level books (self help, business books etc..) to feel more intellectual. after that went to meet &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;growlers &lt;/span&gt;to study together. they shifted from raffles city BK to mos burger, to suntec's starbucks and then finally settling down at suntec's mac. COS THEY CLDNT GET ON THE WIRELESS NETWORK. but nonetheless, it was a great meet-up. it still feels the same, like those ALEVEL study-together-times. come to think of it, one yr ago, we were studying together in woodlands library for a common exam, and now, with each of us majoring in different fields, we are still back together studying for our own cause. absolutely great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;thur: &lt;/span&gt;went sch for the dbs bizinc case. sat through the entire presentation (4.5 hrs leh!) just to collect our certs at the end of it. but we were rather surprised we were actually awarded the outstanding performance cert for the top 20 groups out of 110 grps! haha! and then we keep convincing ourselves that we are good man! haha! cos we initially figured out that everyone who turn up to collect the cert will get the outstanding cert but its not true! cos there were groups beside us which didnt receive any cert at all!! haha! see we are good. and we even did a successful hands-put-together kinda action! haha! cheap thrill. and then we convinced ourselves that we didnt come back to school for nothing cos they had reception after that and the sausage was super nice (maybe cos it was very salty) and the fruit tart was marvellous! plus there was choc eclairs! after that went to town to meet &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;cedar gang&lt;/span&gt; for dinner at crystal jade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;fri:&lt;/span&gt; finally had time for swimming. but i was tired so i slept first. when i woke up at 5pm, the sky was quite dark but there was sun. so i hesitated to change into my costume. then i started playing MarioKart on the sofa, until the evening sun just suddenly shine straight in the living room on my face ( like purposely target at my face ) and it was so glaring. smth like a hint for me to stop being a lazy couch potato and to get in for a swim. then when i decided to listen to the sun, i changed my costume and the sun disappeared. swam for 10 min and the sky darkened. so i quickly came out again and went home to bathe. after bathing, the sun came out again! sickening! the sun is playing games with me! supposed to meet mummy and sis for sushitei dinner but in the end went to ahyee's hse for dinner which i cldnt stop eating cos it was so yummy! curry chicken with potato plus beehoon plus french toast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;sat: &lt;/span&gt;went shopping with &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt;! ooh it was satisfying! went bugis first. bought 2 bags in BV which im so proud of! cant wait to use them! and i got them for really cheap prices so im very satisfied! went orch and got my eyeliner which i have been wanting to get for very long. and i decided to invest in a good one. i think im unknowingly changing my makeup set towards the MAC direction. ate at crystal jade again (my third time in the wk!) lamian and xlb is still the best! went far east shopping but didnt cover much and daddy mummy called for me to catch their 'lift' so we had to leave. wad a buay soong shopping ending like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;sun: &lt;/span&gt;guess i gotta start on management sci soon! 45% of entire module in midterms! but somehow i dont feel the urge about the midterms. i dont have the motivation to study yet. german test on thur again! but i love german language now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;**oh did i mention my sis is a big time N.O= niao ong!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19196923-7162985298100099556?l=smarty-peas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smarty-peas.blogspot.com/feeds/7162985298100099556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19196923&amp;postID=7162985298100099556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19196923/posts/default/7162985298100099556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19196923/posts/default/7162985298100099556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smarty-peas.blogspot.com/2007/09/good-break.html' title='a good break !'/><author><name>smarty pea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17302672881335389826</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-19196923.post-2058610702631643011</id><published>2007-09-20T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T23:25:36.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a passing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;recently received a news that my ex form teacher passed away. and i shudder.&lt;br /&gt;isnt it scary that you actually saw her healthy and fit 4 years ago, and then she is no longer in the same world as you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is super short. and things can go really unexpected and sudden. so learn to cherish the people and things around you.&lt;br /&gt;i have always wondered: what is it like to leave this world so early in the years, like you haven fulfilled so many things, havent get your family prepared, seen them for the last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a rich person may be enjoying luxury and the high life but  death cannot  bring his money with him. so means after death everyone is equal and everyone starts anew again. and a rich person cant bring his own life back with the money he has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why cant  everyone in my life live the same length as i do, so that i do not have to deal with such situations. shldnt we all come and go as a group and not let anyone get left behind?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19196923-2058610702631643011?l=smarty-peas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smarty-peas.blogspot.com/feeds/2058610702631643011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19196923&amp;postID=2058610702631643011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19196923/posts/default/2058610702631643011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19196923/posts/default/2058610702631643011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smarty-peas.blogspot.com/2007/09/passing.html' title='a passing'/><author><name>smarty pea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17302672881335389826</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-19196923.post-5907858018479375613</id><published>2007-09-18T23:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T23:38:00.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have been haunted yet again by this. i actually dreamt that my friends threatened me about it.&lt;br /&gt;sigh im getting desperate. after that moment of tinge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bc is really getting irritating. im always cheated by it even though it appears to be very beneficial and fun. i feel insignificant in it. thinking of quitting silently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's driving really drive my moral super low. i sense no.13 is my jinx. all my flaws surfaced and all the whatever possible traffic hazards appeared in front of me. driving test how??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im striving to exercise in recess wk! but i wonder if i will succumb to laziness.&lt;br /&gt;so much to catch up in recess wk: in terms of modules, friends, exercise, and leisure(=shopping)!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19196923-5907858018479375613?l=smarty-peas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smarty-peas.blogspot.com/feeds/5907858018479375613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19196923&amp;postID=5907858018479375613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19196923/posts/default/5907858018479375613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19196923/posts/default/5907858018479375613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smarty-peas.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-have-been-haunted-yet-again-by-this.html' title=''/><author><name>smarty pea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17302672881335389826</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-19196923.post-6712118259932649156</id><published>2007-09-18T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T00:22:43.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my sin</title><content type='html'>sun: ate 4 hours of high tea buffet (actually its lunch) at marina mandarin. we literally sat there throughout its opening hrs from 12-4pm. sighs. im feeling SUPER guilty now for consuming a bomb of calories. i think for that lunch alone i ate 3000++ calories. didnt eat dinner that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets see wad i eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;prune tart, pecan and walnut tart, meesiam, otah, durian puffs, sugarcane prawn, carrot cake, strawberry&amp;amp;chocolate&amp;amp;coffee ice cream with mnm and chocolate toppings, strawberry fondue, mango smoothie, chocolate truffle, rojak, chicken, lots of turkey and smoked salmon, char siew bao, siew mai, har kow, porridge, lapis cake, tapioca cake, bread dipped chicken curry, gui ling gao, longan jelly, watermelon, pineapple, honeydew, and i think thats all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEE. my tummy just bulge out conveniently like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mon: decided to diet cos of sun. ate yong tau foo soup for lunch. but still felt hungry. so went for lessons until 3pm and my itchy hands went to buy this waffle with chocolate feeling. the waffle is twice the size! and the chocolate is too strong for me. i ate half and had headache and i felt uncomfortable, i felt like puking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still feel hungry after meals nowadays. how why what huh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19196923-6712118259932649156?l=smarty-peas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smarty-peas.blogspot.com/feeds/6712118259932649156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19196923&amp;postID=6712118259932649156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19196923/posts/default/6712118259932649156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19196923/posts/default/6712118259932649156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smarty-peas.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-sin.html' title='my sin'/><author><name>smarty pea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17302672881335389826</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-19196923.post-3970612787951645037</id><published>2007-09-15T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T22:59:35.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay so i ended up doing my hw at home today when its supposed to be my rest day. so NO LIFE. hw is never ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but im excited abt tmr! i can finally step into town. hopefully i can get some stuff too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recently i have been binge-ing alot. i think its stress. i ate 2 pieces of coffee cake, 2 plates of spaghetti, honeydew, orange, and orh-zok for dinner one day, and on other days just keep eating even though i didnt feel hungry after lunch and dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went butterfac ytd and wa lao! i got cheated! the person didnt give me 2 coupons for 2 free drinks when i paid entrance fee, and i didnt know why i didnt realised until i got into the place. and then when i went out to ask them again obviously they didnt believe me. they said i dropped it! ASS. and the person is a ML. cheat my $$. mambo is still the best! moreover, butterfac is damn secluded ulu can! spend so long searching for it. and there wasnt even a signboard to say butterfac. lousy.&lt;br /&gt;but i still love ytd. maybe cause we haven gone tog for a long time?! but its the company that matters most! took alot of squeezed up pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and OH i just changed phone! finally huh...and this time, im excited there is bluetooth, 2.0 megapixel, mp3 ringtone, all that i want! haha. so i can get pics from others alr without having to mms! i noe....sua gu la but the wait for a flip phone is really unbearable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school begins to get sucky now...the environment and certain people. on fri i just discovered that this school mate/tuition mate whom i dislike is in biz too. ohwth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;driving test coming up soon! i hear what people say about it i get mix reactions i dont know how it will turn out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19196923-3970612787951645037?l=smarty-peas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smarty-peas.blogspot.com/feeds/3970612787951645037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19196923&amp;postID=3970612787951645037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19196923/posts/default/3970612787951645037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19196923/posts/default/3970612787951645037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smarty-peas.blogspot.com/2007/09/okay-so-i-ended-up-doing-my-hw-at-home.html' title=''/><author><name>smarty pea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17302672881335389826</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-19196923.post-7496043937835779091</id><published>2007-09-13T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T22:38:41.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yayyay</title><content type='html'>finally case is over and i can heave a sigh of relief. really suck alot of brain cells and time from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and its the end of the week! my german test is over too! and i memorised everything until gun gua lan shou so the kinda feeling when u know u memorised and can answer the questions is really good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking forward to more rest and the wkend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19196923-7496043937835779091?l=smarty-peas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smarty-peas.blogspot.com/feeds/7496043937835779091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19196923&amp;postID=7496043937835779091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19196923/posts/default/7496043937835779091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19196923/posts/default/7496043937835779091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smarty-peas.blogspot.com/2007/09/yayyay.html' title='yayyay'/><author><name>smarty pea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17302672881335389826</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-19196923.post-8514406566293855948</id><published>2007-09-12T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T20:36:15.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;because we have a different vision, we dont see to the same idea and its very hard to work together as a group.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont get why are guys so competitive. and i cant stand it. 'face' is so important to them.&lt;br /&gt;when you dont know a person well, he seems perfect to u so far.  after knowing a person better, u find more flaws and sometimes tend to pick on them. isnt it scary and saddening?&lt;br /&gt;omg im getting more and more irritated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone agrees that they are getting more and more shagged since uni started, and its only 1 mth journey?!?! whoever said uni is slacker than jc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;initially im so on joining so many things - talks, ccas, competition. but after trying one of each, i begin to regret what im doing. is it only the particular event i go or generally the category? i regretted joing the case. it sucks man. one wk of torture. 10 hrs of my time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ever since sch started, i haven gone shopping yet! i missed 2 sales which i wanted to go and im upset abt it. argh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im officially setting sat and sun my rest days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant imagine when all the projects start. i dont know how it will turn out. i hate doing projects. especially in groups of pple. because its during this time u tend to see the flaws  of people most clearly. everyone just shows their true colours when they get desperate.&lt;br /&gt;best thing is i dont know the people in my class. we know we are in the same proj grp but we dont talk to each other when we walk past. isnt it weird and funny?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shant think abt it now. ooono! german test tmr! arhhh! i cant rmb der die das!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19196923-8514406566293855948?l=smarty-peas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smarty-peas.blogspot.com/feeds/8514406566293855948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19196923&amp;postID=8514406566293855948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19196923/posts/default/8514406566293855948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19196923/posts/default/8514406566293855948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smarty-peas.blogspot.com/2007/09/because-we-have-different-vision-we.html' title=''/><author><name>smarty pea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17302672881335389826</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-19196923.post-4461230037761322266</id><published>2007-09-09T17:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T22:51:25.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TIRED</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;MY ROOM IS IN A SUPER MESSY STATE NOW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have been packing it a few times but decided to give up now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back from 2 runs. im so burn-out this entire wk. safra run is so not-appealing. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;cos its organised by the men.&lt;/span&gt; esp the bag collection and the goody bag collection. shape run today was much better. and the jersey is a thousand times nicer and it doesnt smell. and the goody bag has alot of things! like body lotion, hair shampoo...blah blah which i wanted to keep until i got overwhelmed and decided to give all of them up cos im too lazy to take it out to pack in the cupboard. i only took the mositurer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jay and family has been frequenting my hse over the wkends. and they even stayed over. ahyi, meimei, jay and suldra all came to stay over, bringing bags of clothes (4 big bags i think) and even mattress over. i feeel as if im on a holiday resort together with them as well! too bad i didnt get to spend a longer time with them. if not i wld have enjoyed myself more. home is still the best place to snug and slack in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh. i have been waking up super early these few days. im lacking of sleep! and i feel occasionally feverish these few days with sore throat every morning. but i cant fall sick now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's something exciting happening next wk i must go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*yay finally got my laptop configured like after one wk! luke made it seem so easy to do it, and i feel like a real IT idiot. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19196923-4461230037761322266?l=smarty-peas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smarty-peas.blogspot.com/feeds/4461230037761322266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19196923&amp;postID=4461230037761322266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19196923/posts/default/4461230037761322266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19196923/posts/default/4461230037761322266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smarty-peas.blogspot.com/2007/09/tired.html' title='TIRED'/><author><name>smarty pea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17302672881335389826</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-19196923.post-60554405048402630</id><published>2007-09-05T16:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T16:23:16.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lessons so far.</title><content type='html'>im loving my german class more and more. the people in it, frau S especially. they all made it so interesting, i dont feel tired and sleepy during that lesson even though its the end of the day alr and my energy is all drained up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but on the other hand, i still dont like my biz tut class. i feel like im still studying in cedar. but that has no link to why i dont like the class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and gosh my econs grp...why do we choose engine pple to be in our grp! its so hard to meet up to do one tut tog! sighs.. and then the tutor always ends our lesson in half hr, i dont learn at all. sucks man.&lt;br /&gt;its micro econs dude. im so screwed for it. i already dont know how to do elasticity tut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mkt proj grp: wah best siah.. my &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;best friend&lt;/span&gt; is in. and its all girls somemore! somehow i still feel that guys are still necessary in a proj grp to see how they analyse things from a different perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;management sci: total crap. its inhuman maths!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to go for work and travel summer thing! all of a sudden i seem so on abt all the stuff coming in. shld i go this or next yr? and then my sep thing? im glad i dont have to do exams in german. i can choose schools which does exams in eng. if not its total craziness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still have tutorials to complete. sigh..im so unwilling to log off to do them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19196923-60554405048402630?l=smarty-peas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smarty-peas.blogspot.com/feeds/60554405048402630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19196923&amp;postID=60554405048402630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19196923/posts/default/60554405048402630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19196923/posts/default/60554405048402630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smarty-peas.blogspot.com/2007/09/lessons-so-far.html' title='lessons so far.'/><author><name>smarty pea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17302672881335389826</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-19196923.post-9033804734921121344</id><published>2007-09-03T15:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T15:55:25.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>man,., i only have 10 min b4 tutorial starts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last wkend was really hectic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fri:had tis bizc chalet and then we found out we got cheated. of our time and everything! i cld have gone IT fair with my dad! we went supper at jln kayu in the end, though it wasnt the best prata ard, the company was good enough. i love the car journeys and talk there. we talked till 2am plus and decided to head home cos some of us were sae alr. we were still happily talking in the car, and i only rmbed super loud laughters every now and then. oh ya did i mention we got lost on our way to the chalet. cos we were happily talking away and missed the exit.&lt;br /&gt;im glad i found a bunch of same frequency friends whom i can click with in sch. if not sch life wld be so boring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sat: got up at 8plus. went for celebration with growlers. it was another eventful day. planned to go cozy canopy but didnt know it had closed down alr. so we walked from citihall to dhoby ghout (minds cafe) and then realised it opens at 2pm only. so we settled for coffee club nearby. too tired alr. then we chilled and went bugis shopping! im saturated for shopping alr. zoomed off to meet daddy at IT fair to get my laptop. while my sis and mum were shopping nearby. and then sis said diya and daren just walked past them. okay...i always dont get to see them live!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sun: was already exhausted. rushed tut, to be in by mon and the days of the wk. then off to IT fair again to really purchase my laptop. i wanted the dell one, but it was too ex. 2500bucks which is not worth after an experience of it. its not use buying too ex laptops, cos it's definitely gg to get faulty and cranky after 2-3 years no matter how ex the laptop may cost. so i settled for an ASUS one which is 2100bucks. and it comes with this tv/radio tuner and stereo for my ipod!&lt;br /&gt;means i can watch local channels on my laptop! and i bargained for a free thumbdrive as well. hee. after that, off to gathering and meeting kc for a mini belated celebration at a pathetic bus stop with alot of ahpeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im glad  i actually made someone's day, even though it was a small move and small thoughts/ideas. but it just feels good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mon: im really shagged out today. felt so sleepy throughout lectures. still gotta configure my new laptop. german was bad today. the tutor talks in german throughout the whole lesson. pi li pa la and we were mostly lost. then we didnt even know class ended after she said a string of words. untill we heard "tschuss" then we went "orhhhh...." . okay byes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19196923-9033804734921121344?l=smarty-peas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smarty-peas.blogspot.com/feeds/9033804734921121344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19196923&amp;postID=9033804734921121344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19196923/posts/default/9033804734921121344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19196923/posts/default/9033804734921121344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smarty-peas.blogspot.com/2007/09/man.html' title=''/><author><name>smarty pea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17302672881335389826</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-19196923.post-378351500503432463</id><published>2007-08-28T13:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T14:00:42.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YES! today i finally didnt get no.13 and i got my favourite instructor. the last time i got my fav one was in may, and then all the way it was no.13 and now i get him again! i was really surprised to see him again. ahha. but i was caught in the heavy downpour! so i was soaked, and late somemore. sighs. and best of all, i wore white saints tee out. it became kinda transparent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i drove until i felt dizzy at the end of the lesson cos i step the brakes too hard! haha. i bet my fav instruc must be cursing at me. i really dont think i can pass on my first attempt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw i dont like my tut class. it is just different. i really love jc days, prefer the people and the atmosphere. uni is so individualistic! luckilyy i went orientation and i think my og mates(also classmates) are like the best pple to mix with so far la. we shall just stick to each other through thick and thin for the rest of our 3 yrs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh mans.im addicted to mariokart!it sucks my time though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its still raining heavily. all my plans are ruined again.&lt;br /&gt;IT fair coming up. cant wait to get my laptop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: somehow i feel that 7th month has negative effects on me. even the cup doesnt wana listen to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19196923-378351500503432463?l=smarty-peas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smarty-peas.blogspot.com/feeds/378351500503432463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19196923&amp;postID=378351500503432463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19196923/posts/default/378351500503432463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19196923/posts/default/378351500503432463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smarty-peas.blogspot.com/2007/08/yes-today-i-finally-didnt-get-no.html' title=''/><author><name>smarty pea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17302672881335389826</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-19196923.post-4742299530063363928</id><published>2007-08-24T13:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T00:52:57.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>24 hrs never seem to be enough for me now. so many things piling up, i feel the stress man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tutorials coming in, and i dont understand the questions at all. i dont know how to do them at all. plus i dont understand lectures at this stage alr. surprisingly the econs one is still manageable. im learning what i'd been escaping from 2 yrs ago. and im stuck at things which i dont know when i was in j1. its like de javou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw this wk is super busy. esp THUR! lesson 10-8pm. went for kickboxing lessons ytd and im having muscle aches now. it was tiring k, almost like running. and then lesson ended and immediately chiong to arts for german class. climbed slope to the bus stop, and then 4 levels of stairs from the bus stop. i had no strength to run anymore, thats why i was 20 min late. and i was eating my dinner while climbing stairs. thats my thur life.&lt;br /&gt;BUT I LIKE TO BE BUSY ONCE IN A WHILE. HAHA! the adrenaline rush!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im loving german now! a subject which i was so afraid of initally, but its really fun. and its the only lesson i have no stress plus fun! and this really pretty girl in my lect, i cant stop glancing at her (im not pervertic) but she's really pleasant to look at. and we even played games in german lect. we played memory games in german.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wie heisen Sie? ich heise Gillian. ich bin studentin an der Nationaluniversitat in Singapur.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wie geht's? es geht mir gut!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;guten tag!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;schones wochenender!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19196923-4742299530063363928?l=smarty-peas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smarty-peas.blogspot.com/feeds/4742299530063363928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19196923&amp;postID=4742299530063363928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19196923/posts/default/4742299530063363928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19196923/posts/default/4742299530063363928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smarty-peas.blogspot.com/2007/08/24-hrs-never-seem-to-be-enough-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>smarty pea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17302672881335389826</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-19196923.post-7748462122238945343</id><published>2007-08-18T12:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T12:58:29.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>man. i think i hurt my left arm. i dont know why. i just felt this sharp pain everytime i bend my arm a little only and it was only after last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i think i hurt my arm &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;COS I CARRIED A DELL 14" INSPIRON LAPTOP WHICH IS 2.5 KG&lt;/span&gt;. it was damn heavy. i felt as if i was carrying 5yr old sarah. i only carried for 2 sec and quickly put it down and i didnt know it strained my arm so much. wad a waste. it was the highly potential laptop i wld get but i got put off by the weight of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;home is so great&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; i miss it and am glad now i get to hang ard in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was just watching this nat'l geographic channel and it shows the border betw north and south korea. so cool! its separated by this concrete slab and both sides have soldiers guarding so strictly. and they stand the whole day, not moving, i dont even think they blink their eyes. whoa i didnt even know of such things in the world cos im comfortably resting in safe singapore in my own cocoon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19196923-7748462122238945343?l=smarty-peas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smarty-peas.blogspot.com/feeds/7748462122238945343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19196923&amp;postID=7748462122238945343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19196923/posts/default/7748462122238945343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19196923/posts/default/7748462122238945343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smarty-peas.blogspot.com/2007/08/man.html' title=''/><author><name>smarty pea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17302672881335389826</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-19196923.post-6626787352189445917</id><published>2007-08-18T01:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T01:19:52.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i''ve got 4 missed calls from home</title><content type='html'>actually come to think of it, this whole entire thing is such a waste of time and money. i was so keen on it at first but now i think i just wasted my time there. we got cheated on our drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and worst of all, i created a "bad reputation" for myself and my strict-mum. and i think one of them is angry with me. im feeling really bad for being a wet blanket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then when im hm, i have to put on another facade. weaving another story to my mum and im feeling guilty for lying to her. i hate to lie. one lie leads to another and then i feel i have a heavier burden. and also in a way i have tarnished her image.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shld not have gone. or... NONO i shld have just told the truth then everyone can stay on.&lt;br /&gt;argh! i dont know how im feeling now. i dont know what im talking abt either. i just hope everyone is fine with me now. and that person is not angry with me anymore because my msg is not replied!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19196923-6626787352189445917?l=smarty-peas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smarty-peas.blogspot.com/feeds/6626787352189445917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19196923&amp;postID=6626787352189445917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19196923/posts/default/6626787352189445917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19196923/posts/default/6626787352189445917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smarty-peas.blogspot.com/2007/08/ive-got-4-missed-calls-from-home.html' title='i&apos;&apos;ve got 4 missed calls from home'/><author><name>smarty pea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17302672881335389826</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-19196923.post-917013809549997900</id><published>2007-08-17T13:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T13:23:37.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my nightmare</title><content type='html'>gosh. i had a very bad dream this morn. i think i dreamt from last night the moment i plonked on my bed all the way to this morn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dreamt i was kidnapped by my colleagues ( and they are from 2 different companies i worked for i dont know why they know each other in my dream ).i was kept in this prison cell for many many days like the korean hostages in taliban, with some other grisly looking people as well. and i saw one of my og mates in the cell too! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the captors are quite dumb ( in my dream i mean! no offence! ) cos when they open the door to push new captees in, they never lock it back and even escort the captees all the way in to the cell, so i ran out on my first attempt. and no matter how hard or fast i try to run, its damn slow-mo and i cant get away fast. and when i got out of the building, its in town, at cinileisure area and its a building in town i always dreamt about but never existed in real life. i ever dreamt i sat bus there before. ohmans i feel creepy now. dreaming about the same thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really wonder how do dreams work. im curious. is it like the bfg blowng bottles of dreams into people's bedroom every night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, my prison cell is amidst other hotel rooms. and i met my cpf friend there who lives in that hotel and she rescued me but opening this drawing and took out this plastic glow in the dark harmless kinda sword/dagger. and i also dont know why in the end one of my colleague (whom i actually just met up recently ) agreed to free me on accord of our friendship. haha. too many things happen to elaborate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw im curious why do i always run so slowly in my dream at the most crucial moment? its almost like running on the spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think im either stressed or tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today decided to give amoy a miss. gona recuperate at home and like what worm said, im gona appreciate nature at my hm. haha. she loves to talk abt my hse jungle. life need to slow down a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ever since sch start, life is eventful. suddenly influx of activities, when i was so damn free when i wasnt working b4 sch started. so extreme. i dont exactly know where are my limits now, when not to go overboard. next wk gg haji lane twice okay. i cant believe im doing this thing if we're really gg on fri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;german class was bad for me. somehow i cant catch any ball. perhaps its cos i have a 6 hr lect b4 tat? i hope thats not an excuse. one thing gets in and another gets out of my head. i still haven figure out why did i choose german instead of french? maybe its fated, or my future bf will be a german? haha! im trying to change my mindset abt this program now, that i can cope with it. but the truth: im still not convinced by myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19196923-917013809549997900?l=smarty-peas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smarty-peas.blogspot.com/feeds/917013809549997900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19196923&amp;postID=917013809549997900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19196923/posts/default/917013809549997900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19196923/posts/default/917013809549997900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smarty-peas.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-nightmare.html' title='my nightmare'/><author><name>smarty pea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17302672881335389826</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-19196923.post-3760863818738374671</id><published>2007-08-16T17:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T17:24:27.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:\</title><content type='html'>im blogging in school. having a 3 hr break now. waiting for my german class actually. its like waiting for doom's end. somehow i feel very nervous abt it like taking chinese oral in sec sch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i tell them my problem that i sign up for the wrong program and ended up here, i dont dare imagine how they will react to me. i hope someone can come and console me this program is the right one, and that i didnt make a wrong choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im still in a frenzy looking for suitable ccas. bizad club requires campaigning and oh how i hate that. i find that the system here works really weirdly and differently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so today is my longest day and i managed to endure 3 lectures straight for 6 hrs. now waiting for my final one b4 i can zoom home.&lt;br /&gt;TMR THERE'S NO SCHOOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;initially planned a shopping trip back to bugis but after ytd, i dont dare venture anywhere near there alr. i have to control myself. so i have to see what i have to do tmr. maybe i will just slack at home, since i haven been doing that for quite some time.&lt;br /&gt;but i think i will end up gg amoy street for lunch and buy that nonya kueh advertised on tv!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bus concession really rocks man. i can travel without worrying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19196923-3760863818738374671?l=smarty-peas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smarty-peas.blogspot.com/feeds/3760863818738374671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19196923&amp;postID=3760863818738374671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19196923/posts/default/3760863818738374671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19196923/posts/default/3760863818738374671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smarty-peas.blogspot.com/2007/08/blog-post.html' title=':\'/><author><name>smarty pea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17302672881335389826</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-19196923.post-7871266401025281477</id><published>2007-08-15T17:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T18:04:57.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a new discovery</title><content type='html'>MAN... today discovered and explored a new shopping haven! and its really too cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had no school today so i decided to meet up with kc for lunch. then before i cld reach the shopping place which i had planned to go, i was lured in to foxs. so i spent $42 there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walked and found the nicoll highway bus stop myself! hahaa im so proud of this discovery cos i made my way there myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i reach there i set 4pm as the timelimit cos i have to rush back hm for LIVE THE DREAM recording ltr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i realised that i have not enough time so i scan through 3 levels only. NOT DETAILED SHOPPING and i found at least 3 tops and 2 bottoms to buy. but i only bought one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;initially i expected like $15 a top there cos i heard its wholesale. but its not cheap there. perhaps same as bugis or slightlu cheaper. at least they allow bargaining and their price drop ridiculously like in thailand. $39 to $25 without me bargaining, i just hang the clothes back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the entire place just reminds me of thailand. but i think thai is more fun! now that i'd discover this place, i dare not go back again. cos i seriously spent too much on clothes this mth alr. maybe i shall make it once a mth there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay im gg for livethedream soon! im freaking excited! hope i get to see some stars there as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19196923-7871266401025281477?l=smarty-peas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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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-19196923.post-6794054528381077380</id><published>2007-08-14T11:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T11:35:36.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'>school blues</title><content type='html'>rag wasnt as fun as i thought. i watched every single hall and faculty performance except the biz one. cos they made us go down to the field to cheer and its level ground so we cldnt see. isnt it ironic? but we won the chancellor shield in the end. anw it was just an experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so touched by daddy. i've seen him waking up at 5plus early morning to marinate the meat for dinner for us. and ytd before he left for thai early morning, he woke up early to prepare spaghetti for us for our dinner ytd. we just had to heat it up. whoa im seriously touched and i kinda feel guilty for spending his money on unnecessary stuff when he is trying hard to save and scrimp for sis's overseas education and my tertiary education during this period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tertiary education is really tough. financially, we require laptop. its really hard to survive without one cos we're flooded with emails everyday. and i already have 3 personal accts, add on to one more NUS one. and the sch floods my personal mail too. so i have to constantly check mail like 3 times a day.&lt;br /&gt;also monthly allowance has increased sharply compared to jc. everyone is like getting 100 or 200 per week.one mth it totals to approx 500? and imagine if i stayed hostel. it will be 1000+ more to add on to my parents' expenses. i think i shall not reapply hostel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also i dont like the idea of their cca system. if we do not sign up at the matric fair, we have no idea when their cca starts, the management com is so in a hurry to elect the next com to replace them, when i haven settle down in sch, rmbing so many stuff, dates dates and dates to meet.&lt;br /&gt;all so individualistic and not as a school, too much freedom. i prefer to be spoon-fed. i know it shld not be like this, but the edu syst has been spoon-feeding us for the past 12 yrs, and they suddenly let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont feel like i belong to the sch, or the faculty despite gg for orientation. i dont feel like im actually studying in the school. and biz is not as relax as what others had told me. more lessons adding on apart from tutorial and lect, and its gona be a packed 5 day wk. i dont understand how some pple can pick up a part time job while working. where do they have the time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wana take a minor or a double major but dont know how the syst works. no one tell us anything, its really independent. is smu even more individualistic and independent?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to join cca, but i dont even know when it starts, no news except for welcome teas and more welcome teas which always falls on a day when there's another sch event that im attending. all so in a hurry, datelines are over before i know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is too fast paced, too many things happening ard the sch, i dont know what i missed out. maybe i have slacked too long already, my brain isnt as flexible. im afraid i cant catch up in lect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i got managerial econs! its rumoured to be damn hard, a level harder than jc micro econs. so how? i dont even understand ltj's econs lecture in 1st 3 mths. im fated for doom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my only consolation: no sch for this wed and fri and im gg LIVE THE DREAM and jam and hop! may go bugis again for more shopping! i only managed to cover half of the first floor shops ytd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps/ i had to fix my printer up cos i didnt use it for a looong time. now its active again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-19196923.post-5819618757390128145</id><published>2007-08-11T11:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T11:46:24.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'>spent an unnecessary bomb at the sinseh</title><content type='html'>i was just thinking about alot of things just now but i forgot what i wanted to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spent $120 on sinseh treatment. my parents are complaining alr.&lt;br /&gt;seriously i think i need to change a new pair of legs.&lt;br /&gt;i really do hate my legs for making me endure so much pain and weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i just return hm from 4th sinseh treatment.&lt;br /&gt;and you know what?&lt;br /&gt;she asked me which grade am i studying in primary school.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHHAA!&lt;br /&gt;i cant believe this. someone actually said i look like a primary sch kid.&lt;br /&gt;then i must have been a giant.&lt;br /&gt;usually people ask me if im in sec 3 or 4 but this is the ultimate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay im off to rag soon! heard our item is really great!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19196923-5819618757390128145?l=smarty-peas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smarty-peas.blogspot.com/feeds/5819618757390128145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19196923&amp;postID=5819618757390128145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19196923/posts/default/5819618757390128145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19196923/posts/default/5819618757390128145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smarty-peas.blogspot.com/2007/08/spent-unnecessary-bomb-at-sinseh.html' title='spent an unnecessary bomb at the sinseh'/><author><name>smarty pea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17302672881335389826</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-19196923.post-2677761515398525746</id><published>2007-08-10T10:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T10:22:56.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>deprived of shopping</title><content type='html'>i was thinking what if i accepted the offer 2 yrs ago? will my life change? i think i definitely wont be ending up here in where i dreamed to be. so maybe its a blessing in disguise i rejected the offer without knowing why? some psychology of my brain is hard to figure out at that time i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i know i got to set my attitude and mindset right, right from the start. i dont want to go wrong now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit i feel fat now. not exercising for a week and i just sit on the sofa whole day, eating. i feel like i cant breathe properly. i think the fats have clogged my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt listen to the sinseh. she said i shld not move ard too much. but ytd i really cldnt take it. my parents brought me out to watch fireworks and managed to shop a little before that. i feel so not shiok cos we had to rush off to get a good spot alr. ate supper after that. wa lao... im always eating just before i sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay gg back to sinseh ltr. if she says im recovering well, i shall go shopping after that! haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19196923-2677761515398525746?l=smarty-peas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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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-19196923.post-7893457053464583368</id><published>2007-08-08T12:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T12:21:56.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sians......</title><content type='html'>why did i run for the bus ytd? i think back and i seriously dont know. flag day was own time own target and what the hell in the world was i doing?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is not a good time to get injured cos there are still so many things awaiting me! i will miss dean's evening! and i cant go out shopping anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe its fated smth will happen today during field games if i'd gone for it? or smth embarassing will happen to me for dean's tonight? or god is forbidding me to learn skating? and maybe its a retribution that i said i wanted to go shopping after helping out at flag day for only 2 hrs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw im seriously bored at hm. and i cant walk much or it aggravates the pain. i wana go bugis! i suddenly feel like buying that far east dress. i suddenly feel like my wardrobe is inadequate when sch reopens next wk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seems like many pple are changing classes. can change so easily meh? i tot the prof alr said u have to write an essay why u want to change and they will assess it and they say they wont allow us to change unneccessarily? but everyone is switching away from class W my class! i want to change too, but i also dont know other's timetable and i think either way i will still have a shitty 5 day wk cos of my german class. sucks man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so bored. i really cant stay at hm now after gg to sch everyday. sunday i wana go shopping. sat i wana go rag. i have changed my sinseh appt to tmr so hopefully everything will heal fast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-19196923.post-6831522852773437867</id><published>2007-08-07T18:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T19:16:05.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'>crisis</title><content type='html'>tue 7 aug is an extremely bad day for me.&lt;br /&gt;i shld have taken the hint when i tossed and turned uncomfortably on the bed last night even though i was asleep. anw the feeling was so irritating.&lt;br /&gt;i ran for the bus this morning, stepped on uneven surface, sprained my left ankle (old injury) and abrasion on right knee.&lt;br /&gt;i practically fell and sat on the pavement, looking at the bus leave right in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;i had to clean the bloody wound at the bus stop and missed 3 more buses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;continued to go for flag day cos i think that's the bizad-er spirit! haha.&lt;br /&gt;flag for 2.5 hrs and went to see sinseh.&lt;br /&gt;and that sinseh made me walk 2 bus stops to withdraw money and refuse to credit my payment today when im still gg again on fri. damn it. with my injured foot?!&lt;br /&gt;and i think my red bra is really cursed. the other time i wore it during cny, i lost gambling like siao! really like never in my life b4.&lt;br /&gt;i shall wear it less often now.&lt;br /&gt;i swear never to run for a bus again unless im mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cab to ahkong popo hse cos i suddenly feel like it. eat home cooked lunch is truly a blessing.&lt;br /&gt;i really feel so xin fu.&lt;br /&gt;ahkong knew i was coming and bought durian for me. its $12 for one. ex man.&lt;br /&gt;popo cooked barley drink for me.&lt;br /&gt;they also cooked marcaroni for me because i requested for it, and also porridge for jay cos he must eat porridge. i didnt know that if not i wld just eat porridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ahkong was teaching me life lessons. he thinks we shld get a bf when we're 28 after we've stabalised with a job.&lt;br /&gt;i must know when to be nice and be serious and say no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daddy is pms-ing now. guys really do have pms. do u believe? i dont know what u call that la.&lt;br /&gt;he was so bothered abt the cab fare to and from ahkong hse. its not always i take a cab dude.&lt;br /&gt;plus sis came back in a cab today somemore! and had no money to pay the driver and called hm to get money from daddy. and he pms-ed again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my body is currently in a crisis now.&lt;br /&gt;my nose and face is peeling and flaking.&lt;br /&gt;my scalp is burnt and i think there are some bumps on it. when i burst them, some liquid flows out and starts to flake. eew. sorry its disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;my hands is really burnt.&lt;br /&gt;my ankle is wrapped up now.&lt;br /&gt;my right knee has a new injury on top of a havent recovered one.&lt;br /&gt;my ear is red and has a lump for no reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im supposed to sign up for skating course next sat. now in this state, i think i will probably break my ligimen again.&lt;br /&gt;tmr im supposed to go for field games which i think will be the most fun one! now i have to miss it. dean's evening too!&lt;br /&gt;its only when i cant go then i realised why i shld go for it.&lt;br /&gt;sians. im gona be stuck at hm for the next 3 days.&lt;br /&gt;anybody wana come and entertain me at my hse?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19196923-6831522852773437867?l=smarty-peas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smarty-peas.blogspot.com/feeds/6831522852773437867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19196923&amp;postID=6831522852773437867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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the nussu shirt but maric fair is gone. where to get it?!&lt;br /&gt;flag day tmr. i feel that my spirit for orientation is gg downhill..&lt;br /&gt;why didnt they make it compulsory?&lt;br /&gt;wed dean's evening shld i go? what to wear?&lt;br /&gt;i wana go for jam and hop but im finding pple to go with me.&lt;br /&gt;im kinda lost now with so many sch things gg on and im too slow to catch it.&lt;br /&gt;im beginning to regret signing up for this lpp. how? i cant back out now.&lt;br /&gt;im so tired and today is my exercise day, im feeling so lazy to move out of the house.&lt;br /&gt;my timetable really sucks. thur lect 10-8pm. sianxzxzxzxzxz&lt;br /&gt;what cca to join?&lt;br /&gt;what to wear to sch everyday? if only there's uniform.&lt;br /&gt;im really curious abt how managerial econs is like.&lt;br /&gt;i wana take minor but i dont know how to.&lt;br /&gt;my og mates disappears after sch stuff. no time and chance to hang out at all.&lt;br /&gt;thats because most of them are attached. sianxzxzxzxz again.&lt;br /&gt;i really wonder when sch reopens on 13aug, how is it like with 3 cohorts of pple walking ard the sch or having lessons? the sch is not that big.&lt;br /&gt;i need to catch some slp now. shall pon exercise today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19196923-6903523203917946319?l=smarty-peas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smarty-peas.blogspot.com/feeds/6903523203917946319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19196923&amp;postID=6903523203917946319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19196923/posts/default/6903523203917946319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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fast-paced, independent and cos im assigned this micro econs module which LC made me hate.&lt;br /&gt;sch's gona start w/o my friends in my class. its gona be so different [mel].&lt;br /&gt;76 orientation is still the best so far.&lt;br /&gt;there's bazaar in sch tmr. fic is so boring.&lt;br /&gt;i want the nussu shirt!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19196923-4874879008966819420?l=smarty-peas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smarty-peas.blogspot.com/feeds/4874879008966819420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19196923&amp;postID=4874879008966819420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19196923/posts/default/4874879008966819420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19196923/posts/default/4874879008966819420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smarty-peas.blogspot.com/2007/08/random-sunday-night.html' title='random sunday night.'/><author><name>smarty pea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17302672881335389826</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-19196923.post-8037971884700617825</id><published>2007-08-05T12:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T12:45:17.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back from camp</title><content type='html'>im back from camp! im burnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday games were fun. but i think only half my og came. so we had 4 guys and maybe 12 girls whereas other ogs had at least 6 guys and 15 girls. and our first station: tug of war.&lt;br /&gt;we thought we were sure gona lose. four groups tug of war at the same time. and we managed to pull through the first rd. so we competed with the other 2 groups. and we won again. and then it was finals against another grp. and amazingly we won! haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our whole og still cant believe we actually won tug of war with only one muscular guy and 3 other petite small size guys and a few girls while other ogs guys were really intimidating ( many big size and strong guys ). haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we had bbq in sch. they told us each one of us are entitled to one chicken wing and one crab stick only. so we told our ogl to buy duck rice and chicken rice for us from outside. then in the end cos many pple didnt come for bbq. we cld eat quite alot. so we were too full to eat our duck and chicken rice. and other pple koop our duck rice to eat la.&lt;br /&gt;we kept the remaining chicken rice to eat the next day but it turned smelly and sour. we didnt dare eat it. so we threw many packs away. so wasteful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stayed overnight in sch. and played murderer and this chinaman game with my og. the chinaman game is really fun! we played from 1am-5am. and woke up at 730am. somehow murderer was fun and cld last us for so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ytd was sentosa. and sadly my og didnt get to play the wet games. we were all on sand, dry and burnt. my nose is super red and taut now. i cant smile without feeling painful. my neck too! and my legs and hands all have obvious ugly tann marks. and sentosa was actually fun. seriously all the games they planned were innovative and i have nv seen b4. but cos half of half my og turned up, with no guys at all, i didnt think it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the cross dressing of guys into girls were really an eye-opener.haha. really hilarious. many look like thai-tranvestite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a 5day wk timetable okay! so damn bloody suay. and i kinda regretted signing up for lpp. cos i think i sign up for the wrong programme. how how how? they made me sign this agreement thing i think. wa shucks im stuck again. and they may blacklist me for the other programmes if i quit this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really wonder who my classmates are. i only know 2 of them so far.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19196923-8037971884700617825?l=smarty-peas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smarty-peas.blogspot.com/feeds/8037971884700617825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19196923&amp;postID=8037971884700617825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19196923/posts/default/8037971884700617825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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degenerating?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and they gave us goody bags, heavy books, brochures, phamplets, just like open hse day and my shoulders are all aching now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and today met my cluster mates, they are all okay and nice pple. hope to noe them more soon! one of them is in my class. but four of us in sa are separated. hope that my grp is fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realised i get shagged and tired very easily nowadays. so i will appear stony or damn sian very early. so pardon me. guess thats why pple say im anti-social.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh. tmr have talks! 930-5pm! wa lao! my butt will just integrate into the chair. i cant wait for sch to settle down! cos everything now is like in a mess. i dont know whats my timetable like, whats ahead of me, whos in my class etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also me de yl and growlers have a pending date after sch settles down! so im gearing for that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-19196923.post-5608197323618608478</id><published>2007-07-31T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T21:26:17.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woke up early for my first driving lesson in july. and i totally screw it up.&lt;br /&gt;and it seriously sucks to be stuck in a shitty lesson and not able to control what you are learning or doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to make it worst, i got an old manual car. on top of that i got no.13 instructor. damn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;much as i dont like him, he seems to have given up on me. like im so lousy and my test is in 1 mth's time and i cant meet up to even my expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im feeling so lousy and dejected. when i was having lesson today, i suddenly felt like giving up and not continuing to learn anymore. cos i know that at this rate im gg, im not gg to pass. actually i think i didnt even pass that lesson, much well the test. i haven been learning for a mth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw met de for lunch in tanjong pagar. submitted my timesheet as well. amoy street wanton mee on 2nd storey is super worth trying! it beats even the one at my hse mkt hands down! $3 for alot of char siew and 6 wanton and super nice sauce noodle! i love it. was so bloated after that  i cant walk straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went town for shopping! my favourite pastime! haha. im deprived of it. was rather disappointed with the mango sale. far east has many tops and dresses which caught my eye. i was supposed to splurge but cos my day started off really badly, i was so affected by my degrading driving skills, so i ended up buying only one top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw and tried a dress and was so tempted to buy but the material isnt that fantastic so i held back. and there was this shop which i bought my top from, the salesgirl keep saying my pants didnt match the top i was trying no matter which top i take. she keeps saying if i wear jeans it will look nicer. anw i like the top there alot so i had to buy from her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tried so many tops and realised how much fat i have accumulated over the mths! darn. really cldnt fit in. now im one size bigger. in that shop i tried a tube and after that realised i cldnt take it off! i was struggling inside the fitting room the girl keep asking me if the size is okay. its really scary. i tot i needed to tear the tube to get out of it k! when i finally managed to get the tube out like 5 min ltr, my hands were all red. and then i realised that there's a zip at the side. !@#$%^&amp;amp;*() wth. the girl must be thinking how come i take so long to try one top. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k off i go. registr and matric tmr! im in cluster a12! hope my cluster pple are okay and fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19196923-5608197323618608478?l=smarty-peas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smarty-peas.blogspot.com/feeds/5608197323618608478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19196923&amp;postID=5608197323618608478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19196923/posts/default/5608197323618608478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19196923/posts/default/5608197323618608478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smarty-peas.blogspot.com/2007/07/woke-up-early-for-my-first-driving.html' title=''/><author><name>smarty pea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17302672881335389826</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-19196923.post-2103906639764770033</id><published>2007-07-30T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T21:04:09.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yes! today is finally my last day at work. no nasty customers today. yea u may say i have no life. until now im still working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have stopped learning driving for abt a month alr! all because of work. so im resuming tmr. i know of quite a few friends who passed their driving (girls i mean) on their first attempt. is it really that easy? how come i cant seem to manage smoothly during lesson? and even my sis passed on 2nd attempt. and she is better than me. sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ytd my mum was discusssing about buying a car for me and my sis like as if i had passed my driving alr. we both exclaimed we dont mind a second hand one! and i really hope we can have one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay.. tmr is my break. im gona go shopping!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19196923-2103906639764770033?l=smarty-peas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smarty-peas.blogspot.com/feeds/2103906639764770033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19196923&amp;postID=2103906639764770033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19196923/posts/default/2103906639764770033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19196923/posts/default/2103906639764770033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smarty-peas.blogspot.com/2007/07/yes-today-is-finally-my-last-day-at.html' title=''/><author><name>smarty pea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17302672881335389826</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-19196923.post-7184422283516929136</id><published>2007-07-29T12:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T12:12:32.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>after some interaction, i realised that  you arent as bad as you seem. i guess everyone is just different and i expect alot. work and social life is different. so i seeing from a different light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly i hope for more time. to spend with all my different group of friends. given 9 mths of holiday, yet no time to complete what we have planned out. guessed we're always not satisfied with wad we have. also my eye bag has worsened after 9 mths of holiday. isnt it ironic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im left with one more day. much as i want to leave, the job scope sucks but the people are wonderful. makes me miss that place now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19196923-7184422283516929136?l=smarty-peas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smarty-peas.blogspot.com/feeds/7184422283516929136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19196923&amp;postID=7184422283516929136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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me! haha. cheap thrill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i dont need to know you well to be able to read that you are a jerk. so inobservant, insensitive, so fake, so coward, afraid of meeting obstacles, being so forgetful, never pay attention to all i said to you and so KPO . and i dont like people who are like that. okay nono...maybe its just you. i feel insulted that you have intruded into my privacy! anw i have 5 more days to go. and then poof i will go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously regretted eating the chicken rice with 2 pkts or chilli for dinner last night. one pkt was bad enough and i finished 2. this morning i had a bad tummyache till now. and i cant get away from the counter until lunch. i still rmb i ate this same chicken rice with 2 pkts of chilli one day before an alevel paper. and i had a bad experience of tummy ache. really unbearable plus it was just before the paper commences. how panic i was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swear of this chicken rice with 2 pkts of chilli for 3 mths. hee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19196923-7301238365772141357?l=smarty-peas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smarty-peas.blogspot.com/feeds/7301238365772141357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19196923&amp;postID=7301238365772141357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19196923/posts/default/7301238365772141357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19196923/posts/default/7301238365772141357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smarty-peas.blogspot.com/2007/07/more-complaints5-more-days.html' title='more complaints..5 more days!'/><author><name>smarty pea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17302672881335389826</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-19196923.post-657245079430774776</id><published>2007-07-24T21:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T22:10:31.008+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my fav customer today</title><content type='html'>just when i thought work was unbearable, time passes so slowly, i guess its not as bad as i think it is right now. its tue today and tmr is wed! so technically i have 5 more days if im allowed to terminate one day early. or if i follow the contract, i have 6 more days! yipee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i met a uber super duper friendly and nice customer. i helped him pay AXS machine today and every small little thing i do, he will thank me profusely. too polite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then he started chatting with me, asked if i liked working there, and i told him my honest answer. haha! and he told me he graduated from ntu real estate. ntu has real estate?! i tot only nus. anw, he said its a good course to make big money. cos right now he is making alot of $$.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then the AXS machine was so slow. and in the end it could not read his i/c. invalid i/c no. it says. i was so afraid after waiting for so long he will scold me. customers always scold us ( by right its the machine) for nothing u see. so i quickly apologised to him and he said its okay. he asked if i was schooling or working perm. and even wanted to give me his name card! then he shook my hands to thank me. whoa! i have nv met such extremely nice customers before! and he really made my day! i was so happy the whole day after that. hahha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he is gg to come back again soon. cos he didnt managed to pay AXS today. will come down again with his i/c. he doesnt sound local. he has an accent. but he said he studied in ntu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he is born in 1982. recently i keep meeting alot of 1982 people. somehow they are fated to cross my path. like as if they are my 1988 peers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait to get matriculated! i want the CCC!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19196923-657245079430774776?l=smarty-peas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smarty-peas.blogspot.com/feeds/657245079430774776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19196923&amp;postID=657245079430774776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19196923/posts/default/657245079430774776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19196923/posts/default/657245079430774776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smarty-peas.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-fav-customer-today.html' title='my fav customer today'/><author><name>smarty pea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17302672881335389826</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-19196923.post-6570372872986292069</id><published>2007-07-22T16:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T16:55:15.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'>empty</title><content type='html'>sorry i was just feeling super low just now. and my emotions just fluctuate at 0.14285712 Hz (1 out of 7 days i will definitely be feeling super duper low.) and i dont feel loved. im emo.&lt;br /&gt;plus i was just flipping through old photos when i was 5/6 years old. and gosh accumulated stress and weird emotions just got flushed out altogether, my tear duct leaked and how i wish i cld travel to those places now. back then i was too young to know how lucky i was to be able to appreciate the places i was in then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but after a nap, i wake up feeling refreshed. probably ready to meet next wk's challenges. yes, they are challenges to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay just pls hurry get me matriculated. im sick of this working-or-either-slacking life. i dont feel like this when i see my friends in school for the past years. this post alevel period is indeed not that perfect afterall. i feel that my brain has been functioning at a much much slower rate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're all gona start sch soon. means we'll all have less time to hang out. eew.&lt;br /&gt;what do i want now?&lt;br /&gt;i dont know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19196923-6570372872986292069?l=smarty-peas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smarty-peas.blogspot.com/feeds/6570372872986292069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19196923&amp;postID=6570372872986292069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19196923/posts/default/6570372872986292069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19196923/posts/default/6570372872986292069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smarty-peas.blogspot.com/2007/07/empty.html' title='empty'/><author><name>smarty pea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17302672881335389826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' 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back. she is really ridiculous. im not gg to care anymore. if i meet such pple in the next wk or so, im just gg to lose my cool and stand up for myself. they think that we, the people serving them are good to be bullied. I CANT STAND IT ANYMORE!! ARGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pray and pray and pray that i can end work by next sat. it will definitely be an experience. an experience to teach me never to take up such jobs ever again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work is really draining out my energy. i never like working on sat. but i am doing so now. waking up early 6 days a week?! argh... okay i shall stop complaining. i just need to vent my frustration. its my responsibiity since i took up this job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know why these few nights, i have been thinking about the things which i regretted not buying in hk. and it geks me more. haha. especially the espirit sweater!!! its so vivid in my mind. and also the birkens from walkerman. i have the sudden urge to fly there right away to get that sweater. im gona go there next yr to get that sweater! urgh! what was i thinking at that time mans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school's gona start soon. i have mix feelings. im really afraid i cant catch up in class. the econs part. its all LC that low class fault. made half of my class lose interest in econs. im only excited abt ccas and discovering the nice food there! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i now have the sudden urge to cut my hair short. but i just trim my hair last sun. and its like as if  i haven cut it yet. haha. okay u may say im wasting my money. everytime when my hair gets messy, i go to the hairdresser. at the hairdresser place, my hair decides to be extremely good. and no bad hair day anymore. even the hairdresser said so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next week i foresee im so gona die at work. 3 experience staff left. im left at the counter to handle all the problematic customers. cnfm get scolded by at least one customer per day. wa lao. think about it damn sian. dont feel like working anymore!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to fly to hk right now!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19196923-3280875259851240077?l=smarty-peas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smarty-peas.blogspot.com/feeds/3280875259851240077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19196923&amp;postID=3280875259851240077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19196923/posts/default/3280875259851240077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19196923/posts/default/3280875259851240077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smarty-peas.blogspot.com/2007/07/cant-stand-cpf-job-anymore.html' title='cant stand cpf job anymore!!'/><author><name>smarty pea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17302672881335389826</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>
