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Glance Nia! Cos i'm in e car! If i'm not wrong la! Haha! C C Ytd told u they got 1 leg Liao! Today Jiu let me catch dao! Haha! Haha! &lt;br /&gt;Me (11/20):&lt;br /&gt;Wahliao.. Aunty, I thought *** got bf liao leh. How can she 1 leg step 2 boats?&lt;br /&gt;Jiaping (11/20):&lt;br /&gt;Tsk! Wad AUNTY! U very not updated leh! She broke off wif her bf le leh! Tsk! But !!! got gf la! But who knows !!! will break with his gf for ***! WaHaha! Tsk! Try to give u HOT news lo! Still doubt my news! I'm a prof. Stalker! Since they staying near me! I shall stalk them for u guys! WaHaha! Jk:)&lt;br /&gt;Me :&lt;br /&gt;SERIOUS? Waseh.. *** action quite fast uh. Haha. Ok.. If can, maybe u can take pics? Lyk hide behind the pillar? Lol! And I wanna go AMK more frequent liao. ^^ Thxs for the "info". &lt;br /&gt;Jiaping :&lt;br /&gt;Wth! I like ur attitude! Kk. I'll try to k? Ask me hide behind bushes, i oso willing! No worry! I'll do ny best to get e best pic for e BIE hottest news! WaHaha! Kk, keep tis low. Wait till i got concrete evidence. If not beat grass alert snake! &lt;br /&gt;Me :&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA. I DON'T WANT TALK TO U LIAO. LAUGH LYK SIAO. SEEYA LAH.&lt;br /&gt;Jiaping :&lt;br /&gt;bleah! Bleah! Bleah! Don talk don talk la! Don friend u Liao! Haha! I help u distress K? Ok ok! No disturb u! See ya! See ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** and !!! used to protect their privacy. Lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944519819577536823-5685582941424199117?l=hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/5685582941424199117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/5685582941424199117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html#5685582941424199117' title='Very KPO, I know. ;P'/><author><name>hsc</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944519819577536823.post-219962925749720350</id><published>2009-11-17T16:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T16:08:15.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I WANNA KILL MYSELF. Not just bored, I feel sleepy when I hold the notes! Didnt know they have such penetrating effect. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jigglypuff, I want you! &lt;br /&gt;At least the pink adorable creature put me to sleep by songs rather than words!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944519819577536823-219962925749720350?l=hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/219962925749720350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/219962925749720350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html#219962925749720350' title=''/><author><name>hsc</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944519819577536823.post-5544052276240957584</id><published>2009-11-15T01:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T01:07:36.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Shit. I hate the exams! Too much doubts to clear. Ohmama. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944519819577536823-5544052276240957584?l=hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/5544052276240957584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/5544052276240957584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html#5544052276240957584' title=''/><author><name>hsc</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944519819577536823.post-8614052451158607107</id><published>2009-11-09T01:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T01:28:28.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>These days, I've been trying pretty hard to fit into the crowd and as a result, I think I'm starting to lose myself. Serious. Take for example the new friends made, sometimes I've really nth to talk abt. But still, I've to try to strike a conversation. Even teasing doesnt come naturally anymore but a tool to continue the talk. Idk why. I find communicating a very huge hassle now. I don't talk as freely as before. Each sentence made needs alot of filtering process like how will the listener reacts; if they will just nod their head and the next moment will be dead silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for ppl whom I've yet to know, I start to judge them even though I've nv spoken a word to them. Wth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idk why am I behaving like this srsly. I feel very devil-ish. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944519819577536823-8614052451158607107?l=hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/8614052451158607107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/8614052451158607107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html#8614052451158607107' title=''/><author><name>hsc</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944519819577536823.post-373637417774129997</id><published>2009-10-30T01:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T01:39:50.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I should be practicing Maths questions now! I thought I was done with revision and prepared for the quiz! But seeing so many BIE people still online and updating their FB status = anxiety, not enough practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still dont like school even though I knew more friends and more or less adapted to the shits going on. BIE is equally stress as any others. One oral presntation for Effective Comm can send me days of depression. Ahhh.. Almost everyone can speak... really well. So that's the feeling of inferior which I dont want to succumb to but going to. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And know what? I copied ECONS today! Not smthg proud of I know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright now. Back to work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's NTH interesting. TV is my life! What's yours?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944519819577536823-373637417774129997?l=hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/373637417774129997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/373637417774129997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com/2009_10_01_archive.html#373637417774129997' title=''/><author><name>hsc</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944519819577536823.post-8725535760317865767</id><published>2009-10-16T00:18:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T00:45:19.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This week has been bad.&lt;br /&gt;Assignments and tests piling up. Never ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight was worse. But sweet. Another self-reflection day of the month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a veryveryvery long time since.. I cried.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was applying oilment to mum's swollen feet and knee when I suddenly felt her bones. Felt really soft and brittle. I told her it really scary how only those bones remain after death but those flesh are gone. And she replied, its better to be incinerated than buried. It's not her first time saying this, but everytime she says this, it reminds me that age is catching up with her. When I get mature one day, she gets older one day. Its pretty silly to count the age like 10yrs later, I'll be 29 and she'll be ... . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I think I love my mum more than myself. I'll always ask myself why did I study so hard for? And the only reason is because, I wanna be my Mum's proud little daugther. A daugther who she can show off to her friends about and make her friends envious of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to what extent I have achieve this? I have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I do know I have been her constant source of worry,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of my laziness to get food for myself, I always skip meals if no one volunteers to buy. So she'll worry that I'll starve.&lt;br /&gt;Because of my forgetfulness and clumsiness, I always lose my things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take this time for example. I lost my laptop charger. My mum is anxious that I have no laptop to do my work, she went all way to help me look for one. We visited Aunt’s house to see if her company’s charger fits mine. But because of this visit, my mum fell and injured herself.  It really pains me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to alotalotalotof things, I’m really guilty yet realised I'm the most fortunate child on Earth. I get what I want, but take everything for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there’s anything I can wish for right now, I’ll wish that God, bless my mum with good life. She deserves more than anyone I know. And I’ll really thankyou for that.&lt;br /&gt;:’)    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944519819577536823-8725535760317865767?l=hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/8725535760317865767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/8725535760317865767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com/2009_10_01_archive.html#8725535760317865767' title=''/><author><name>hsc</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944519819577536823.post-1251000192038071859</id><published>2009-09-18T17:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T18:02:15.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Friendship, how does it break?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both friends will think the other is busy and will not contact each other thinking it might be disturbing to the other party. As time passes, both friends will think 'let the other contact me first..'&lt;br /&gt;After sometime, each will think 'why should I contact first?'&lt;br /&gt;From here onwards, your friendship will be converted to hate.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the memory becomes weak due to the lack of contact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And..... we forget each other.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An sms received from WOMAN PNG months back. &lt;br /&gt;True right? So are you guilty now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I wonder if the world's bestbestbest friends will run out of things to say. BUT I do know bestbestbest friends will enjoy moments of silence if they run out of things to say. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Oh mama, here comes long weekend! &lt;3!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944519819577536823-1251000192038071859?l=hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/1251000192038071859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/1251000192038071859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com/2009_09_01_archive.html#1251000192038071859' title=''/><author><name>hsc</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944519819577536823.post-1282097918031681092</id><published>2009-09-11T18:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T19:00:03.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Testing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wow, I didn't ever realise MSW can link to blogger these days! Writing a report in MSW can make you think of blogging. Cool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Friday is here! But I have BIO test next week. Imagine the amount of weird looking terms I have to learn/memorize and tuts to do! Killer. And I actually promise myself not to take Bio after Sec school days. &lt;br /&gt;See, an example of Karma lah! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944519819577536823-1282097918031681092?l=hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/1282097918031681092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/1282097918031681092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com/2009_09_01_archive.html#1282097918031681092' title='Testing...'/><author><name>hsc</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944519819577536823.post-5228167398295876394</id><published>2009-09-02T13:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T14:06:08.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Wednesday!</title><content type='html'>Besides the 21AUs, I think the good thing about this sem is that Wednesday-No-School-Day! Really good to spend the mid-week at home (though really lots of tut to complete!) At least I get to enjoy the tv and the extra hours of comfort on my bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the almost-1-month in a new environment.. See NONE in my course from any of the schools I studied in b4. Weird. I wonder where everyone went? I did make new friends! But the feeling can never be as good as the old ones. &lt;br /&gt;School isn't exactly 'right', caused I've never felt so relieved and comfortable to see familiar faces when drowned in a pool of strangers. How I look forward to meeting the 2 of them to/back school, hoping everyday our break will be the same! &lt;br /&gt;Maybe it was during the holidays that I become more introvert. Lol. I lost pretty much of my communication skills - not knowing how to strike or carry on a conversation and have to squeeze/filter out words to say. Either I have been more cautious of making friends or worried over the impression that people first have on you. Which one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amidst all unfamiliarity and getting-used-to-it, I had a good time catching up with really old friends like Munyee and Yajuan in school. :D Not only tt, meet-ups with the 207girls in school are even more precious. Feels lyk we're on a school attachment to various courses in uni, then gg back to MJ to mug for A's in a few weeks' time. Lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day,&lt;br /&gt;I veryveryvery much would still want to turn back the time to December 08! Ahhh..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944519819577536823-5228167398295876394?l=hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/5228167398295876394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/5228167398295876394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com/2009_09_01_archive.html#5228167398295876394' title='It&apos;s Wednesday!'/><author><name>hsc</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944519819577536823.post-3318692884047104031</id><published>2009-08-25T00:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T01:17:26.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alot of things have happened over the weeks. Esp after school has started. I guess my excitement has turned to fear, worriness and reluctant. I feel very insecure about what the future holds. Lol. I reallyreallyreally hope I dont end up with regrets. :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the days to come, donate more cations to me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home is the best refuge. I guess bed is the place now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I hv to wait till happy hormones are back a few weeks later because I was still pretty optimistic abt everything ytdddddddddddd! Crap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944519819577536823-3318692884047104031?l=hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/3318692884047104031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/3318692884047104031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com/2009_08_01_archive.html#3318692884047104031' title=''/><author><name>hsc</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944519819577536823.post-8153986796264270110</id><published>2009-08-13T23:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T23:57:33.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There're alot of things I wanna do/try. But I think I lack the courage in the whole world to do so. Ooh, bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to ask me abt the start of sch, I'm as alien as you are. Is it good/bad? Pass my days with big plans in mind; motivations yet to come. So how? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First week of sch and I hv make-up lectures on Sat 830-1030. Reason, cause Monday was a holiday. What course/subj? Its Econs. I think Econs teachers/lecturers are demanding creatures. Lol. Lyk during MJ days, we had to stay back for mock papers on 080808, National Day Celebration. Good memory eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sleepy. Goodnight. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944519819577536823-8153986796264270110?l=hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/8153986796264270110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/8153986796264270110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com/2009_08_01_archive.html#8153986796264270110' title=''/><author><name>hsc</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944519819577536823.post-1631028835235985046</id><published>2009-08-09T01:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T01:54:17.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heading off to Genting in 2 hrs' time.&lt;br /&gt;A short get-a-away before school officially begins! Urggggggggggh.&lt;br /&gt;And 3rd time to Genting this yr. I can be a tour guide there. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;So while the adults visit the prohibted place for me, I shall indulge in $$. But nth much there to buy also. The only thing worth enjoying is the free aircon! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, HAPPY NATIONAL DAY SINGAPORE! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944519819577536823-1631028835235985046?l=hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/1631028835235985046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/1631028835235985046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com/2009_08_01_archive.html#1631028835235985046' title=''/><author><name>hsc</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944519819577536823.post-7595925647708370842</id><published>2009-08-04T23:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T23:06:35.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Boooo! The thought of interaction just make me feel lyk strangling myself. And I don't like to be surrounded by a whole pool of strangers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tell me how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I know I'll survive lahhhh.&lt;br /&gt;Good luck to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, why are the holidays coming to an end? My 10 months!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944519819577536823-7595925647708370842?l=hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/7595925647708370842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/7595925647708370842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com/2009_08_01_archive.html#7595925647708370842' title=''/><author><name>hsc</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944519819577536823.post-6568612114353882051</id><published>2009-07-24T01:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T01:35:36.877+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Adrenaline rush. Okay, I can't believe I invited the class to 'Explore the Zoo'! Lol. Cause usually zoo trips are in groups of 4 or 5. Not in &gt;10. Or maybe lesser, so it might turn out just apt. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in few hours' time, Mary will be here. She makes wonders to my house. My bedroom will look spick and span to welcome humans and chase away darkness! Haha. I'll draw the curtains again and my room is ready to welcome Sunshine. :)&lt;br /&gt;Tt's the problem having my bedroom just next to the corridor. Your room has to be extremely neat if you wanna invite the sun in for breakfast and wave bye in the evening. Urgh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a journey down memory lane by reading the archives and had a good time smiling and lauhging. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944519819577536823-6568612114353882051?l=hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/6568612114353882051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/6568612114353882051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com/2009_07_01_archive.html#6568612114353882051' title=''/><author><name>hsc</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944519819577536823.post-4625513433547155737</id><published>2009-07-23T15:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T15:53:52.442+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Horoscope'/><title type='text'>A Cancerian</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/cutehoroscopes/zodiac_intro.php?uid=724454016&amp;amp;img=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;July 23, 2009 -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You'll become tremendously romantic, and the other sex will be quite delighted with it. People will appreciate your new outlook on the world and your renewed capacity to marvel at the most humble things of life. You'll benefit from the unconditional support of the stars. No more doubts, hesitations, or bad strokes of luck: you'll have a winner's morale, and events will smile to you again. You'll entertain harmonious relationships with those whom you love, trying to understand them and to care for their well-being. Love will reserve you its sweetest joys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, accurate! ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944519819577536823-4625513433547155737?l=hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/4625513433547155737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/4625513433547155737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com/2009_07_01_archive.html#4625513433547155737' title='A Cancerian'/><author><name>hsc</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944519819577536823.post-7525626731259975531</id><published>2009-07-23T00:51:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T02:49:37.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>报恩</title><content type='html'>I've got a pretty amusing driving instructor.&lt;br /&gt;He speaks to me in Hokkien; plays and sings Hokkien songs (and even explained the song lyrics to me...) while I'm driving &lt;em&gt;unsteadily!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He even shares with me his past courtships and talks to me abt teenage love after telling me stories about his sons. (lol!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, besides teaching me how the car works, he reminded me an important thing that we have always overlooked in our life.&lt;br /&gt;He asked me, "Do you know what's your reason/purpose of coming to life?"&lt;br /&gt;I shook my head caused I couldn't give an exact answer.&lt;br /&gt;He asked me to think ... Then, he said these 2 words, "报恩". (To Repay.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It is this easy," he said, "but many people don't realise that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wanted me to thank my mum immediately when I reach home for being my 贵人. Of course, I hmmm....&lt;br /&gt;To me, actions still speaks louder than words. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;But, I was really relieved after listening to what he said.&lt;br /&gt;Lyk, if everything else fails, I know this someone will eventually be there for me. So why bother so much about those who lacks what I'm looking for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt pretty bad for the past weeks actually. Smthg tt I cannot put it out and right.&lt;br /&gt;I tried finding the reasons to these uncertainties/doubts, I get nowhere but more of it.&lt;br /&gt;So, try to forget about the reasons. Put those uncertainties/doubts aside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Release of emotions over, &lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I dislike emotions. But they do keep us alive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944519819577536823-7525626731259975531?l=hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/7525626731259975531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/7525626731259975531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com/2009_07_01_archive.html#7525626731259975531' title='报恩'/><author><name>hsc</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944519819577536823.post-5354612111797471625</id><published>2009-07-14T22:11:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T22:49:41.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Southern Ridges!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/vMZ6gKKsy3hBdg1hTyIeKA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/SlyVdD_7jeI/AAAAAAAABqU/ZuGnSgIA7Ts/s400/DSCF6192.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Southern Ridges-ed today with Munyee and Susan at early 8! Its a 9km long trail, but we only managed to conquer 2/5? Or more? Idk. But the trail is lyk never ending! Lol. After about ~4 hrs, my feets were sore and so we stopped in Science Park (where we got lost!), cleaned up and headed off for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(peektures!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/ZxUtnFs4j58PjXik69tcwg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/SlyTlgYe5fI/AAAAAAAABpM/JF9JNCtLJnE/s400/DSCF6179.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Susan and M.Y&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/KiUdSSNqnwqgKk08w9QO7A?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/SlyTnEFueCI/AAAAAAAABpQ/ZSZR6ncrhXk/s400/DSCF6182.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking eager to conquer everything.. Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/FkB2SxnZfACDZc1j8UgAHA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/SlyTRWUIPdI/AAAAAAAABog/uTiNUAPzcgA/s400/DSCF6188.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/f3m0FNbHmqvIVwUnC131iQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/SlyTS5lmFTI/AAAAAAAABok/9qg6nar6pEQ/s400/DSCF6196.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henderson Waves..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/5crJgLKlg3rblG4hp3ON9Q?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/SlyTUcGoNHI/AAAAAAAABoo/PJbrYFfg3oA/s400/DSCF6197.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting thing to play with cause the thing is curved.&lt;br /&gt;And the whole Henderson Waves is built in a &lt;em&gt;Sine-curve-like-structure&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/0VncEZvmNwXJq5q66UPZog?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/SlyTWaafR8I/AAAAAAAABos/mjRwONgISVY/s400/DSCF6203.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let my feet rest first..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/SMwWYR0gKP95P1iS7EVE_A?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/SlyTbOhP6bI/AAAAAAAABo0/WgwEWGOAzjM/s400/DSCF6209.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/c5v3Kms0pMFLtFV6Ovk5Tw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/SlyTcua5C-I/AAAAAAAABo4/uqEA26X2LLs/s400/DSCF6216.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/11AHlfMrX6bDCciaYk7cEg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/SlyTemaGe2I/AAAAAAAABo8/nMdzmgjdKw8/s400/DSCF6217.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3!&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/3CyaWBgME07DCEJJtVSIyQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/SlyTgmKWiUI/AAAAAAAABpA/3ssUE2_Wn9s/s400/DSCF6219.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Floral Park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/AcB__33vYFZePpiD0Cg-_A?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/SlyTifws6EI/AAAAAAAABpE/NbFZ4PJNcSY/s400/DSCF6226.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/dseJZi1_e-aBIa9m8wk_FA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/SlyVJP2RjsI/AAAAAAAABqY/tkNyxNcWADk/s400/DSCF6234.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The long flight of stairs to DSO which made me pant non-stop.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, managed to burn off some calories. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/1LvasS_y2kk_-nU2tLvdzQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/SlyTkIDTfCI/AAAAAAAABpI/SrCdH11vucE/s400/DSCF6230.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then friends! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, I hv a good time chatting, walking and perspiring... So tt's quality time! I like. So thxs girls! Nice catching up. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944519819577536823-5354612111797471625?l=hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/5354612111797471625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/5354612111797471625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com/2009_07_01_archive.html#5354612111797471625' title='Southern Ridges!'/><author><name>hsc</name><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://lh4.ggpht.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/SlyVdD_7jeI/AAAAAAAABqU/ZuGnSgIA7Ts/s72-c/DSCF6192.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944519819577536823.post-2973494048056535332</id><published>2009-07-14T00:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T00:35:51.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doubts?</title><content type='html'>You know its not good (morally wrong) to doubt someone close to you, yet you can't help doubting. And try to judge a person's character from there.  &lt;br /&gt;I decided to let my brain go on a hiatus and stop trying to get something out of nothing. But you know you cant control your thoughts, let alone your useless brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let school reopen quick. Then I can put my brain into good use hopefully. &lt;br /&gt;(I can't believe I'm saying this ...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944519819577536823-2973494048056535332?l=hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/2973494048056535332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/2973494048056535332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com/2009_07_01_archive.html#2973494048056535332' title='Doubts?'/><author><name>hsc</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944519819577536823.post-3753614855670252439</id><published>2009-07-10T18:52:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T19:08:51.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:(</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;一场雨有时候下得不是时候&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;就像你说难过不是真的难过&lt;br /&gt;你到底懂不懂我只要一个安稳的等候&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你到底懂不懂&lt;br /&gt;想你想得好像空气都停了&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... &lt;em&gt;梁静茹 - 爱情之所以为爱情&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dangggg.. I read from the net that a good remedy to stop cramps is to go for a run. So I geared up and headed for the hill behind the old library. BUT (!) after the first few rounds, it started drizzling. And I expected a pour lyk the previous times. So I speed home, now the rain stop! Nowwwww and now and now, the pain is back again! :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing is that today's payday! I smell $$$! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944519819577536823-3753614855670252439?l=hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/3753614855670252439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/3753614855670252439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com/2009_07_01_archive.html#3753614855670252439' title=':('/><author><name>hsc</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944519819577536823.post-8018108582823348344</id><published>2009-07-10T16:11:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T16:44:48.617+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DYM'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthdays'/><title type='text'>19th! :) And 'DYM'... :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;THXS EVERYONE&lt;/strong&gt; for the Birthday wishes and msges!&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;strong&gt;thxs the girls&lt;/strong&gt; for celebrating it with me. I'll keep the whisperpad well! It'll come in handy one day, just like today! What a coincidence! &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides celebrations, the best thing about birthday I realised every yr is that, people whom you least expects actually rmbers your birthday and actually sends you a greeting! And don't u feel WOW? I like it. Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Gosh. Now, the cramp is hurting lyk nobody business! !@#$%^&amp;amp;@#$%$%^^&amp;amp;&amp;amp;*!@#$%^&amp;amp;*()...&lt;br /&gt;I cant even walk straight, with my back straight. Even my hands are trembling while typing.. And worst, the cause of my sleepless night. I was late for driving this morning and the instructor has to come to my carpark and pick me up! And I only had 1hr of practice. All because of ... Now I feel lyk thousands of worms wriggling and eating up my stomach area. Wth! And I'm so tempted to pop in the box of pinksweets lying sexily on the shelf! Argh.&lt;br /&gt;Off to do some rolling exercises..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944519819577536823-8018108582823348344?l=hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/8018108582823348344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/8018108582823348344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com/2009_07_01_archive.html#8018108582823348344' title='19th! :) And &apos;DYM&apos;... :('/><author><name>hsc</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944519819577536823.post-8147579522444809826</id><published>2009-07-08T00:54:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T01:12:18.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Many things are getting very superficial, I don't like.&lt;br /&gt;It's not up for me to decide anyways.. &lt;br /&gt;So Let It Be.&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, I think it's another period I start pondering and digging out warped logics to satify my urge to understand you yOu yoU You and YoU! This has to happen once in a month. Whyyyy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944519819577536823-8147579522444809826?l=hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/8147579522444809826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/8147579522444809826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com/2009_07_01_archive.html#8147579522444809826' title=''/><author><name>hsc</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944519819577536823.post-8552504959890260106</id><published>2009-07-07T18:28:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T18:34:25.895+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Audrey'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_0-hjylyElDk/SlL5OgwKwfI/AAAAAAAACHk/qXJ6RL7YapQ/esther.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 531px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 370px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_0-hjylyElDk/SlL5OgwKwfI/AAAAAAAACHk/qXJ6RL7YapQ/esther.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://nonsensepages.blogspot.com/"&gt;(via Nonsensepages)&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;Haha! An oddball made my day! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I only have eyelashes on my right and haggard, I have sharper face! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thxs Aud for spending &gt;10 mins of ur time appreciating/thinking me! Haha! Or 5mins all u need?&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, I should tag more then maybe I can see a comic strip of me! Hoho! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TY, Super sweeeeeet of ya! It brightens my day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944519819577536823-8552504959890260106?l=hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/8552504959890260106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/8552504959890260106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com/2009_07_01_archive.html#8552504959890260106' title=''/><author><name>hsc</name><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://lh3.ggpht.com/_0-hjylyElDk/SlL5OgwKwfI/AAAAAAAACHk/qXJ6RL7YapQ/s72-c/esther.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944519819577536823.post-5072724025341914799</id><published>2009-07-07T12:27:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T13:40:34.073+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girls.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Facebook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthdays'/><title type='text'>Morning madness</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I sucked in Typing Maniac. Either my keyboard's spoilt (because the spacebar always doesn't work properly) or I have problems/phobia of seeing the words falling down rapidly. And some of the words just look weird to me. Must be spelling errors!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Early morning, I left my laptop idling for a couple of hours with the webpg at Restaurant City. To my horror when I came back, my rating fell to 3.2!&lt;br /&gt;So I spent my late morning feeding my workers with water/apple/banana/sandwiches and happy that the rating is increasing now. Approaching 40.&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, and I decided to level Onion Soup since I can't get enough Bananas for my fruit selection dish. Went trading for dishes and only Terkming traded with me. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Then on and off, I challenge Word Challenge (way better than Typing Maniac because I don't see words streaming down crazily). But after a while, my brain couldn't process anymore alphabets. And even if I can form the six letter word, I can't get my friends' name correct. Maybe because some of the 'friends' are strangers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I went to 'stalk' my friends' profile, wowing at their pictures/game scores/quiz results. Lol. And I 'talked' to LiF and Denise and Qx behind this rectangular screen, waiting for their tortoise reply or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Currently, I'm waiting for my workers to go hungry. Then I replenish them with NEWater again. Pity them since they only hv 4 choices of food. :(&lt;br /&gt;Jiayou.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hopefully, I can visit the bank with my mum today! We have postponed it for &gt;3 times ( I can't count now.). Then, it'll make homestay worthwhile. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And we celebrated qx's birthday at Out Of The Pan (*insert picture*) and I ate Peking Duck Crepez and Potato Salad, with LemonTea (but I think I tasted Lemongrass... Eek.). The ambience is good and reviews are correct, good services there! :D&lt;br /&gt;Anw, &lt;strong&gt;Happy Birthday Oh QianXin!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grow up and stop arguing with me. And you can pour everything to me cause my ears are huge enough to listen! ;)&lt;br /&gt;I think your name looks nice when it's spelt out. Because OQX, QX, qx aren't really pleasing to my eyes now. And lend me the book when you're done! Hoho.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, enjoy ur Tuesday! 3 more days to TGIF! :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I hate the construction lahhhh.&lt;br /&gt;And only till yesterday, I realised the new lift is already operating 2 weeks ago, according to the newspaper aunty and we all went to take a ride! Cheap thrill. Haha!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944519819577536823-5072724025341914799?l=hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/5072724025341914799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/5072724025341914799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com/2009_07_01_archive.html#5072724025341914799' title='Morning madness'/><author><name>hsc</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944519819577536823.post-676755645976642250</id><published>2009-07-04T00:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T00:22:53.549+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie'/><title type='text'>I Can't Wait!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/C5_3_DhVn5o&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/C5_3_DhVn5o&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;When is Singapore showinggggggggggggggg this? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944519819577536823-676755645976642250?l=hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/676755645976642250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/676755645976642250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com/2009_07_01_archive.html#676755645976642250' title='I Can&apos;t Wait!'/><author><name>hsc</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944519819577536823.post-2077630200102214221</id><published>2009-07-01T13:56:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T14:12:15.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Recently, I realised I've been more particular/sensitive to matters that usually don't bother me in the past.&lt;br /&gt;I dont know how to put it across to many, but I do know I've been puting one particular person in a difficult spot. And it feels bad. I dont wanna things to go this way either especially on that special day.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, it isn't the gift that counts. But the thought and initiative that really matters.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if Sincerity can be measured? Cause I don't feel it, at least for now.&lt;br /&gt;Last time, I reminded myself many times but nv succeed! Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, Trust fades. Understanding can be difficult at times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944519819577536823-2077630200102214221?l=hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/2077630200102214221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/2077630200102214221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com/2009_07_01_archive.html#2077630200102214221' title=''/><author><name>hsc</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944519819577536823.post-5915592777273505719</id><published>2009-06-29T20:28:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T20:38:42.667+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taiwan'/><title type='text'>Taiwan, not enough!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/A96W5FGgCr4SGMyNYBI66A?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/Ski0xYv1eBI/AAAAAAAABQA/tn6DTXAHsRE/s400/DSC05074.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944519819577536823-5915592777273505719?l=hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/5915592777273505719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/5915592777273505719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#5915592777273505719' title='Taiwan, not enough!'/><author><name>hsc</name><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://lh3.ggpht.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/Ski0xYv1eBI/AAAAAAAABQA/tn6DTXAHsRE/s72-c/DSC05074.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944519819577536823.post-2100574077636799508</id><published>2009-06-29T01:29:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T03:16:19.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprises.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3074/2397741426_0177aaa7e7.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 332px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3074/2397741426_0177aaa7e7.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If possible, I'll like to create surprises occasionally for those impt people in my life. I want them to feel happy, comfortable and relax to have me around.&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter if I'm the one being laughed at. But what matters most to me is that, the time spent together was great. Something worth reminiscing when age catches up with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I always thought surprises are like secrets. They work best when they are only known by one person or a few people.So I like to take charge of everything in the past and ensure the surprise runs smoothly and you're in control.&lt;br /&gt;Having a surprise is kind of cool, isn't it? Especially you see the receiver at all smiles when the day comes to an end. You know its all worth it.&lt;br /&gt;But you'll realise, surprises get boring after a while if you’ve got no one to help you with. &lt;br /&gt;Similarly for secrets, they get boring too when you've got no one to share them with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idk. Maybe it's my heart, body, mind and soul that are up to tricks again.&lt;br /&gt;I always think I expect too much from others. &lt;br /&gt;But on the other hand, I'm afraid (not that I'm unable) to request for a change, speak up, and fend for myself and my stand. Maybe tts why, I always end up complaining and grumpy. worst of all, hardly dares to sort the problems out.&lt;br /&gt;So same for now, take it that I'm angry at myself and wallowing in self-pity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is full of of surprises, including the &lt;em&gt;nasty&lt;/em&gt; ones right? &lt;br /&gt;This is yet another repeated surprise I'v prepared for myself! &lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm not excited at all.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight folks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944519819577536823-2100574077636799508?l=hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/2100574077636799508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/2100574077636799508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#2100574077636799508' title='Surprises.'/><author><name>hsc</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944519819577536823.post-3003771233253422707</id><published>2009-06-27T00:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T01:02:28.949+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Q.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;"If you spent your life concentrating on what everyone else thought of you,&lt;br /&gt;would you forget who you really were? What if the face you showed the world&lt;br /&gt;turned out to be a mask... with nothing beneath it?"&lt;br /&gt;- Jodi Picoult&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 week of torture ended. And this the end of work. Hoo.&lt;br /&gt;Finally met up with Regina and nth beats listening to her funny encounters! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, IR's Rollercoaster is ......... &lt;strong&gt;WOW&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everyone's so concern over MJ's dead! What abt hot Charlie Angel Farrah Fawcet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farrah Fawcet: "I do not want to die of this disease. So I say to God, `It is seriously time for a miracle,'"&lt;br /&gt;But we all know, miracles didnt happen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944519819577536823-3003771233253422707?l=hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/3003771233253422707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/3003771233253422707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#3003771233253422707' title=''/><author><name>hsc</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944519819577536823.post-7197739438425926484</id><published>2009-06-21T23:50:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T01:33:04.544+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BaiQuanNuWang'/><title type='text'>Bai Quan Nu Wang!</title><content type='html'>Guess what? My fever is still ON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the pictures and you'll know what fever I'm down with! :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/ZuBoOAPDqLFK9l5y0OqimA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/Sj5gY0V0EMI/AAAAAAAABNY/IVlR3DI9g7c/s400/DSCF6051.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bingo!&lt;br /&gt;BaiQuanNuWang's fever! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/HW8QR9LQgpdShr1M3zuZ2A?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/Sj5lTECc9TI/AAAAAAAABPM/-NWoaCedD1k/s400/DSCF6124.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fans who wanna answer ques and get free gifts which contains THEIR PHOTOGRAPHS AND SIGNATURESSSS!&lt;br /&gt;Man. I tried raising a few times (oops!) but some questions were really tough!&lt;br /&gt;So I said, Crazy Fans who knew the answers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/iAIgQZgkARrFkCcVhQPXDw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/Sj5gaGTPKkI/AAAAAAAABNc/Jz5YWLSqEeQ/s400/DSCF6056.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His leg is positioned awkwardly but still Shuai! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/l2BjqcxDtOviblCCXNhxaw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/Sj5lQnoW5RI/AAAAAAAABPE/8GptsC9krGw/s400/DSCF6093.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teach me photoshop!&lt;br /&gt;Then I'll crop. xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/CeEBg_lFSf79p3ObjU1Bmw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/Sj5gbTKG_GI/AAAAAAAABNg/dn2Hz4HMlxE/s400/DSCF6059.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at my camera!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/uriFK71YNSP0bpSOvHsgCw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/Sj5lWbIdgSI/AAAAAAAABPU/eXUxh-kEehk/s400/DSCF6129.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the weather was really humid. And his clothes started to get wet.&lt;br /&gt;Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/N2N9Ec2YLIOxnwJCfAsZJg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/Sj5gg01JjmI/AAAAAAAABN0/DYmSiZvuSj8/s400/DSCF6073.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, he came that close!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/JbJU92FdNKRUREcrMSwoKg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/Sj5giVp-zEI/AAAAAAAABN4/5eygnXQMUFA/s400/DSCF6088.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meltzxzxzxzxzx...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/0MKJYHoPqgLu0EDgZmYN4A?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/Sj5gj0cUx4I/AAAAAAAABN8/jZQRb5Q9x40/s400/DSCF6090.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tissue paper story which will be mentioned later.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/eYWQPPBhW_6cZOZSJbzcMg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/Sj5glAqDKXI/AAAAAAAABOA/_uW-_rWsTGU/s400/DSCF6097.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*_*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/qwezDti4xAbX0E2MkZI9FA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/Sj5goaLdmWI/AAAAAAAABOI/V3S29XfVa4U/s400/DSCF6106.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think he had this pose 100000.. times.&lt;br /&gt;And everytime he does tt, screams pierced through the air.&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/d9JG89anciyR3qg-7BfLWQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/Sj5gpS_-x2I/AAAAAAAABOM/6RCVhKu2DEM/s400/DSCF6107.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See see, again. But he doesnt face to my side. :(&lt;br /&gt;Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/WBE9StFXYUunok2t6TfQfQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/Sj5gq0Y8a2I/AAAAAAAABOQ/OMUjJO7M8rY/s400/DSCF6112.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chitchat session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/vMHEt8GRZZUfZyzxDHtRUw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/Sj5gsGyTEmI/AAAAAAAABOU/OwbApvXJFt4/s400/DSCF6117.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yang Jin Hua!&lt;br /&gt;Every female fan goes up tells her, 'Ni heng mei leh!' &lt;em&gt;onlyyyyyyy&lt;/em&gt; after shaking hands and hugging Ruan Jing Tian!&lt;br /&gt;Then she'll say, 'Zhen de uh?'&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;But, zhen de. She looks prettier in reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/aWFPx8lRSdx-hw0I123_zw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/Sj5gupz9jJI/AAAAAAAABOc/IfyGAEaCPLg/s400/DSCF6134.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny. Idk what he was doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/sTsJXU0QdenVUdHz8wEw9Q?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/Sj5gv_pqHnI/AAAAAAAABOg/Knbv-QbYUMY/s400/DSCF6149.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's head? Blockxzxz my view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/_g_DKgwHp33fV0kE_GXmRQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/Sj5gxIohULI/AAAAAAAABOk/TK7ej_ts1BM/s400/DSCF6150.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoho! How can I end my day w/o a picture with them?&lt;br /&gt;And Idk which camera we are looking at!&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully is the one they'll send me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IMPT: Practically, everyone goes up hug them besides shaking their hand lah. But.... I was too retarded to do the former one! So, I ended up crying over spoilt milk. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;And there's this girl who brought her own phone up and take 'da tou tie' with both of them!&lt;br /&gt;Aiseh.&lt;br /&gt;Fans watching screamed in jealousy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sidetrack: Even famous Swimmer was there to see them! And I think I'm srsly damage to even bother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/ttj6UE99x7ebMuVmNy0elQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/Sj5gXv_POiI/AAAAAAAABNU/GjUE2m9ksiI/s400/DSCF6045.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spot who I was talking abt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Okayokayokay.&lt;br /&gt;I dont know what got into me these few days, but I feel young today! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;Going gaga over stars and man, after the session, I was so desperate to get their signatures lahhh.&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm mad beautifully! Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Ruan Jing Tian is super shuai! He's the man &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;he's the man,&lt;/span&gt; but he's not my man! Haha.&lt;/span&gt; And Yang Jin Hua's such a pretty elegant 'sheng quan'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But&lt;/em&gt; I saw &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;an&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;unglam&lt;/em&gt; thing abt Ruan Jing Tian today! Haha. He passed his &lt;strong&gt;used&lt;/strong&gt; tissue paper to Yang Jing Hua on stage today. And I saw Yang Jin Hua &lt;strong&gt;hesitated&lt;/strong&gt; before using the tissue paper, but she still used it in the end. Omg! Super funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sry ppl. I think this craze will go on for a few days. But all these craze comes with a price to pay!!&lt;br /&gt;I've been called a 'dingdong', 'shen jing bing', 'bai chi' (!!!) many times by my family and even my mum's friends (!). Not forgetting Lily, who gives me a "She's mad!" look and sometimes roll her eyes at me lehhh. Angry! But still she accompanied me there. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;But, uhhem, I hv supporter and she's none other than .......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/5v8D3hFRQRm-oVzIchVUMg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/Sj5gyY8gYEI/AAAAAAAABOo/XN1DOsRjlzI/s400/DSCF6152.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lilian Tonggggg!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Love her!&lt;br /&gt;She came all the way just to watch me take photo! Haha. Kidding. I know lah, she's 'hot' over Ruan Jing Tian also~! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Okay, Lil, for your sake, I put it the other way round. Hmmm, Ruan Jing Tian is 'hot' over you!&lt;br /&gt;Haha! Makes you happy for a few moments right? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Anw, I'm off to bed to have a nice sweet lovely dream! Heh..&lt;br /&gt;Before I go, rmb ppl, watch Bai Quan Nu Wang and start to find Ruan Jing Tian ugly! Haha! You know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Spoiler, Work tmr!!! Argh.&lt;br /&gt;If not, I'll watch BQNW all over again! Lyk real.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Real!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944519819577536823-7197739438425926484?l=hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/7197739438425926484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/7197739438425926484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#7197739438425926484' title='Bai Quan Nu Wang!'/><author><name>hsc</name><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://lh6.ggpht.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/Sj5gY0V0EMI/AAAAAAAABNY/IVlR3DI9g7c/s72-c/DSCF6051.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944519819577536823.post-5214665050934652250</id><published>2009-06-19T23:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T00:31:18.804+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='207Out'/><title type='text'>To-gather.</title><content type='html'>Finally met up with the greatly missed friends after _ yrs (exclude Lays and Susan &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; I see them &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;pretty often&lt;/span&gt;! Ha.) Yeap, they are still as lovely! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/v9I17EFMq0iVLOaXqa2qgQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/Sjuzi_guxpI/AAAAAAAABMo/G2qLwBv7v8I/s400/DSCF6029.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Munyee&lt;/span&gt;, Lays, Susan, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jingong&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/ttHVOE95ETiZsEG9jnQjyg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/SjuzgOX7NiI/AAAAAAAABMg/KiXxwNybEg8/s400/DSCF6026.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/bpoDTdfMzWj3hjg6ygw2EQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/SjuzkV6cg8I/AAAAAAAABMs/3XxE9WMOmyY/s400/DSCF6031.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. I think we looked pretty serious here. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Anw&lt;/span&gt;, great time spent! Esp when &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;reminiscing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;abt&lt;/span&gt; old classmates we had. And pretty cool &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; we seemed to know one &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;another's&lt;/span&gt; secondary sch &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;frens&lt;/span&gt; also. Yes, small world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Btw&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Munyee's&lt;/span&gt; still the same. Her gestures, expressions and emotions! x) While &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jingrong&lt;/span&gt; is the friend who listens attentively to you when you speak and makes you feel comfortable. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Layling's&lt;/span&gt; still as drama and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hmmmm&lt;/span&gt;, talkative!&lt;br /&gt;And Susan! Lays said you're more 'relax' now as compared to the past which I totally agree! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Heh&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;It was really nice meeting up with them and seeing them all doing well.&lt;br /&gt;Kind of feel &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lyk&lt;/span&gt; primary school days was just &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ytd!&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;And we &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;shld&lt;/span&gt; meet more! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Thurs was &lt;strong&gt;207 bbq&lt;/strong&gt;! I love the bbq! Guess what?&lt;br /&gt;I think my role was to sit there, eat, drink, play good music, and occassionally visit the bbq area (after i felt guilty enjoying too long! Haha.) But I think i had overconsumption of nuggets! Overall, thxs to the organizers!Though the chicken wings were poisoned, and not alot of varieties to choose from, s t i l l .. I am amazed by how you ppl can get the amber ready and hot enough to cook maggie mee! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Idk what came across me while I was bathing.&lt;br /&gt;But I've decided not to attend the camp! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Sunday is coming! *beams*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944519819577536823-5214665050934652250?l=hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/5214665050934652250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/5214665050934652250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#5214665050934652250' title='To-gather.'/><author><name>hsc</name><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://lh5.ggpht.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/Sjuzi_guxpI/AAAAAAAABMo/G2qLwBv7v8I/s72-c/DSCF6029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944519819577536823.post-1981348170448548380</id><published>2009-06-19T16:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T16:43:51.124+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MAN! STARHUB CALLed! HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ad my heart couldnt stop beating rapidly since then .. .. Hoho!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944519819577536823-1981348170448548380?l=hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/1981348170448548380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/1981348170448548380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#1981348170448548380' title=''/><author><name>hsc</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944519819577536823.post-8723325839705815169</id><published>2009-06-19T14:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T14:51:30.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How now?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Should I go or not?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944519819577536823-8723325839705815169?l=hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/8723325839705815169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/8723325839705815169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#8723325839705815169' title='How now?'/><author><name>hsc</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944519819577536823.post-6949186979919304425</id><published>2009-06-16T22:51:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T23:26:34.889+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girls.'/><title type='text'>I get by with a little help from these people.</title><content type='html'>Dinner with the crazy bunch who make me laugh and cry at the same time and sneeze non-stop due to overdosage of laughter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/7jtWyIjYSuypLOme80laug?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/Sje2Pt0zx0I/AAAAAAAABLg/yFFwylE-2FE/s400/GetAttachment6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/ReT_iSdlaXCWs5qG_D8b6A?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/SjetiaQX3mI/AAAAAAAABKw/sRj1iCcxRMY/s400/GetAttachment2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idk wht we were doing.&lt;br /&gt;But we looked funny. Haha. &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/RI7fnw81wB0ZkEEAaeI9dA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/SjetissRLoI/AAAAAAAABK0/oTN7-e8jM9U/s400/GetAttachment5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carol: Why must ppl tilt their heads when taking pictures?&lt;br /&gt;So, the 3 started to tilt after she said tt. &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/whNqV9aBWZ-4WVgbVcq26g?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/SjetjYTFO5I/AAAAAAAABK4/P6nq5uLHjGQ/s400/GetAttachment.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/5S_n9UjVf6iOZFcEtKGRUw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/SjetkXQkKkI/AAAAAAAABLA/dXpaqoBqRW8/s400/GetAttachment1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/-JmY8_VNfU48eek-DrfG3A?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/Sje2QKDLQJI/AAAAAAAABLk/9AUgL5-aFtw/s400/GetAttachment7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See what is Denise doing behind? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;And such awkward smile we hv lah.&lt;br /&gt;Cuz CarolKSP is super 'qian bian!'&lt;br /&gt;She asked, "Why must we take photo at such high angle"&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; &amp;amp; &amp;amp;..&lt;br /&gt;"Why must ppl place their face so close together when taking pictures?" (and she went 'lyk tt, lyk tt..') (!) &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/DpNB1rMUO085DBGVqNmWxA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/SjetkhHv7oI/AAAAAAAABLE/swczTiQysXM/s400/GetAttachment3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;Super cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These few shots which made me laugh and smile. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And Denise, I cant download the pics from the mail u sent! ):X&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944519819577536823-6949186979919304425?l=hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/6949186979919304425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/6949186979919304425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#6949186979919304425' title='I get by with a little help from these people.'/><author><name>hsc</name><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://lh5.ggpht.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/Sje2Pt0zx0I/AAAAAAAABLg/yFFwylE-2FE/s72-c/GetAttachment6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944519819577536823.post-8367509905874504213</id><published>2009-06-16T22:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T22:50:49.716+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Listen'/><title type='text'>梁静茹 - 情歌</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OsdMP5RiPPs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OsdMP5RiPPs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;时光是湖泊 泪一滴滴 被反锁&lt;br /&gt;情书再不朽 淹没成沙漏&lt;br /&gt;青春的上游 白云飞走 长勾鱼还有&lt;br /&gt;闪过的念头 潺潺地流走&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;命运好幽默 让爱的人都沉默&lt;br /&gt;一整个宇宙 换一颗红豆&lt;br /&gt;回忆如困兽 寂寞太久而渐渐温柔&lt;br /&gt;放开了拳头 反而更自由&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;慢动作 前圈&lt;br /&gt;冲破膜片 定格一瞬间&lt;br /&gt;我们在告别的演唱会 说好不再见&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你写给我 我的第一首歌&lt;br /&gt;你和我十指紧扣 默写间奏&lt;br /&gt;可是呢 然后呢&lt;br /&gt;还好我又握着一首情歌&lt;br /&gt;轻轻地轻轻哼着 哭着笑着&lt;br /&gt;我的 天长地久&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;命运好幽默 让相爱的人都沉默&lt;br /&gt;一整个宇宙 换一颗红豆&lt;br /&gt;回忆如困兽 寂寞太久而渐渐温柔&lt;br /&gt;放开了拳头 反而更自由&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;长镜头 越来越远 越来越远&lt;br /&gt;时隔好几年 我们在怀念的演唱会&lt;br /&gt;泥淖的吻别&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你写给我 我的第一首歌&lt;br /&gt;你和我十指紧扣&lt;br /&gt;默写间奏 可是呢 然后呢&lt;br /&gt;还好我又 握着一首情歌&lt;br /&gt;轻轻地轻轻哼着 哭着笑着&lt;br /&gt;我的 天长地久&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;陪我唱歌 清唱你的情歌&lt;br /&gt;舍不得短短副歌&lt;br /&gt;心还热着 一改稿一段落&lt;br /&gt;还好我又 握下一首情歌&lt;br /&gt;是你宛如轻轻的 相拥的河&lt;br /&gt;永远 天长地久 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944519819577536823-8367509905874504213?l=hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/8367509905874504213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/8367509905874504213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#8367509905874504213' title='梁静茹 - 情歌'/><author><name>hsc</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944519819577536823.post-7650675821988284850</id><published>2009-06-16T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T20:41:05.164+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Q.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;"Why do you think I had to learn to act so independent? I also get mad too&lt;br /&gt;quickly, and I hog the covers, and my second toe is longer than my big one. My&lt;br /&gt;hair has it's own zip code. Plus, I get certifiably crazy when I've got PMS. You&lt;br /&gt;don't love someone because they're perfect. You love them in spite of the fact&lt;br /&gt;that they're not." - JD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944519819577536823-7650675821988284850?l=hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/7650675821988284850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/7650675821988284850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#7650675821988284850' title=''/><author><name>hsc</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944519819577536823.post-6965652648856121262</id><published>2009-06-16T20:34:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T21:01:18.082+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Q.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0066cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;a href="http://crashedcar.tumblr.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 288px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347908920438518754" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/SjeW1CXhc-I/AAAAAAAABJ4/oZ6cJqIgvVQ/s400/XhGGNEZNtjxcrq79ozEp0652o1_500.png" /&gt;crashedcar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/SjeWF7eqgQI/AAAAAAAABJw/WXkZCauwu4Q/s1600-h/XhGGNEZNtog7uvn4vbT5zyRKo1_500.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"I sometimes wonder if it is just me, or if there are other women who&lt;br /&gt;figure out where they are supposed to be by going nowhere." - JD &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944519819577536823-6965652648856121262?l=hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/6965652648856121262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/6965652648856121262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#6965652648856121262' title=''/><author><name>hsc</name><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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/SjeW1CXhc-I/AAAAAAAABJ4/oZ6cJqIgvVQ/s72-c/XhGGNEZNtjxcrq79ozEp0652o1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944519819577536823.post-2323108256803445102</id><published>2009-06-10T09:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T10:04:25.068+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Q.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Nobody wants to admit to this, but bad things will keep on happening.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that's because it's all a chain, and a long time ago someone did the first&lt;br /&gt;bad thing, and that led someone else to do another bad thing, and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, like that game where you whisper a sentence into someone's ear,&lt;br /&gt;and that person whispers it to someone else, and it all comes out wrong in the&lt;br /&gt;end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, maybe bad things happen because it's the only way we can&lt;br /&gt;keep remembering what good is supposed to look like." — &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jodi Picoult&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nineteen Minutes, a good one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I surprised myself.&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 8am with empty schedules today! Wow. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I wanna travel.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944519819577536823-2323108256803445102?l=hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/2323108256803445102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/2323108256803445102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#2323108256803445102' title=''/><author><name>hsc</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944519819577536823.post-3117930491296291126</id><published>2009-06-03T00:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T00:46:17.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The bull's eye.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wthwthwth!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omnia's earpiece costs freaking $68!&lt;br /&gt;My heart shattered in the shop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Where is my earpiece??? :(&lt;br /&gt;Urgh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944519819577536823-3117930491296291126?l=hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/3117930491296291126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/3117930491296291126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#3117930491296291126' title='The bull&apos;s eye.'/><author><name>hsc</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944519819577536823.post-3404455094243453383</id><published>2009-05-30T18:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T19:05:35.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Damn. Say bye to my peaceful Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;War's coming. I'm starting to arm myself.&lt;br /&gt;Those few words, "That idiot" and "worry over what?" were enough to make my eyes roll and blood boil. Whoosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sickening.&lt;br /&gt;I don't lyk to care abt these stuffs. I choose to turn a blind eye to everything tt's happening. But before I expect it, it's already here. Shit.&lt;br /&gt;C'mon, grow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, I trust myself I'll survive well wth only it being &lt;em&gt;half-complete&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;For all of us has a fair share of problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered sharing it with the first person many years and her replied was, "It's lyk filming a drama lehhh."&lt;br /&gt;Bad thing is the drama.&lt;br /&gt;Good thing is, if the drama hasn't had happened, I doubt I'll be &lt;em&gt;uhhem&lt;/em&gt;, this rational at this moment of time. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh mama, it wll be fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944519819577536823-3404455094243453383?l=hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/3404455094243453383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/3404455094243453383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#3404455094243453383' title=''/><author><name>hsc</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944519819577536823.post-2034498533941297213</id><published>2009-05-30T00:36:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T01:27:25.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye RE.</title><content type='html'>Guess what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally &lt;strong&gt;out of job!&lt;/strong&gt; !! !!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was hmmmmm... retrenched (!) in a way. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This means no more waking up at early 630 and brainstorm over what to wear and waking up every morning thinking if shld 'fake ill today'.&lt;br /&gt;I think in a few days time, my body clock will just get haywire.&lt;br /&gt;AND no more sleeping at 10pm! Haha. (I'll miss this part!) But I'll still try to get myself on bed before 1am, then wake up before 11am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw.. Work today was uhhh, bad. Cuz 50% of me wanna leave, 50% of me didnt want to leave. So, ya... My emotions went up and down up and down.&lt;br /&gt;Saying BYE was really really tough. And waving BYE was even harder (I felt my hands weighed 10times heavier) .. But hooo, I somehow manage to urgh, just said a rush bye, not a happy &amp;amp; proper one though. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterall, it was 6 mnths (1/2 a yr) of my precious holidays there.&lt;br /&gt;I thought I learnt alot. Lyk, how to differentiate a good candidate from the bad ones. And more about the jobs available in the market. And how economic crisis can really hit sales and companies (scary..). And not forgetting, getting DUA by candidates 1001 times. Angry. And on somedays, I couldnt even sleep cuz I'm so afraid that they will fail to report to work. Nightmares.&lt;br /&gt;But ... all over!&lt;br /&gt;Anthony even congratulated me for finally &lt;strong&gt;"GRADUATED"&lt;/strong&gt; and heh.. I've completed my first ever job in my life!&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I thought it was a great comfort and satisfaction! Still, I'll really miss some of the colleagues working there. :(&lt;br /&gt;Lyk &lt;strong&gt;Ariel&lt;/strong&gt; who shares fresh fruits with me every morning, &lt;strong&gt;Vic&lt;/strong&gt; extreme nonsensical jokes that makes me laugh and rollmy eyes at the same time, &lt;strong&gt;Anthony&lt;/strong&gt; PMS-ing mood and starts shooting anyone in the way, &lt;strong&gt;Clarissa&lt;/strong&gt;'s pinching and kicking 'the dirty boy', &lt;strong&gt;Melvin&lt;/strong&gt;'s perserverance and his reaction to the word 'short' and &lt;strong&gt;Liz &lt;/strong&gt;amusing voice! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;All who are 5-8 yrs elder = I'm the youngest noobie there! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm left with 2 months + to do what I like now. Pretty blank though. So ppl, &lt;em&gt;date me!&lt;/em&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after the sad thing - leaving, guess what?&lt;br /&gt;I met the &lt;strong&gt;Xuetes&lt;/strong&gt; after 1 yr +! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;And as usual, we laughed and giggled over the slighest thing and &lt;em&gt;get paranoid&lt;/em&gt; over everything! Hah.&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, I cnt stop laughing at how Pngmin tried to climb up the 'wall'; U get leg cramps eating Hokkaido ice-cream; you cant walk and eat bcuz u have to concentrate eating the ice-cream cone cuz it's melting fast; how Ongpei became an animal for us to tickle! Hoho.&lt;br /&gt;Man, I did hv fun. ^^&lt;br /&gt;Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;I still wanna say..&lt;br /&gt;What A Day!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944519819577536823-2034498533941297213?l=hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/2034498533941297213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/2034498533941297213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#2034498533941297213' title='Goodbye RE.'/><author><name>hsc</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944519819577536823.post-4576997106038195589</id><published>2009-05-21T22:23:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T22:45:48.392+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.media.tumblr.com/798U5Eioyngvrjpvcp9xWt0jo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 339px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 500px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.media.tumblr.com/798U5Eioyngvrjpvcp9xWt0jo1_400.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm starting to lose a few important people in my life.&lt;br /&gt;Do you feel the same too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you do, what have you been doing to create more jolly moments?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or you have decided to put the memories aside,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; get ready to introduce yousrself again with a few well-chosen words?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think I'm experiencing something similar back in Sec1,&lt;br /&gt;it was a nightmare! Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But .. be glad the precious ones are still there for me to cling onto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mayb this is what happens when you expect too much from people.&lt;br /&gt;You start losing them.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944519819577536823-4576997106038195589?l=hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/4576997106038195589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/4576997106038195589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#4576997106038195589' title=''/><author><name>hsc</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944519819577536823.post-8312863523379704331</id><published>2009-05-21T21:48:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T22:22:36.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cream-O!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/ShVcG-uHNaI/AAAAAAAABJM/PyrVVKFoMQA/s1600-h/SNC00022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338274208302970274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/ShVcG-uHNaI/AAAAAAAABJM/PyrVVKFoMQA/s320/SNC00022.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;New Addiction!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Especially when Fair Price is having offer now, I've been eating it for lunch and dinner..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Caught Angels &amp;amp; Demons ytd, finally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was good since I have yet to read the book. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nxt, Night At the Musuem!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I X FT today!&lt;br /&gt;Hoho. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944519819577536823-8312863523379704331?l=hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/8312863523379704331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/8312863523379704331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#8312863523379704331' title='Cream-O!'/><author><name>hsc</name><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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/ShVcG-uHNaI/AAAAAAAABJM/PyrVVKFoMQA/s72-c/SNC00022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944519819577536823.post-3611202819839805019</id><published>2009-05-18T23:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T23:26:27.052+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video'/><title type='text'>Take a Break, Have a Laugh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IMRPvUcumvk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IMRPvUcumvk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BLCGnknS-g8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BLCGnknS-g8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xt6lE-B798o&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xt6lE-B798o&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super funny things tt happened in YLBFB!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I felt 'lightier' after watching some of the clips! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;The epi with Jolin was hilarious! ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944519819577536823-3611202819839805019?l=hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/3611202819839805019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/3611202819839805019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#3611202819839805019' title='Take a Break, Have a Laugh.'/><author><name>hsc</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944519819577536823.post-8084609347925776293</id><published>2009-05-17T13:38:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T14:45:11.914+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BOF; 207Out'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1xHL606F59Y&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1xHL606F59Y&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/byskPwzdUk8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/byskPwzdUk8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/J2wBp0uzyps&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/J2wBp0uzyps&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty cute ads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, and KimBum hits me hard! Meltzxzxz.. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 194px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336668811153117762" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/Sg-oAkSwEkI/AAAAAAAABJE/eX9CLO6Xtp4/s400/kimbum1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what? He's only 1 yr and 2 days older than me! Which makes him a Cancerian too! And we have the same blood group! So those &gt;23 yrs old most probably can only be his elder sister. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I killed the hearts of many fans instantly after this saying this! xP&lt;br /&gt;But 'jie-di lian' is so common now right? Haiya. Lyk 50 Madonna who's gonna to be engaged to this 22 yr boyboy! Gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, I know I'm slow but stll, I've finished BOF on KBS finally! ;) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/Sg-lwgUtknI/AAAAAAAABI8/jZ_uVvacCRw/s1600-h/BOF1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336666336186438258" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/Sg-lwgUtknI/AAAAAAAABI8/jZ_uVvacCRw/s320/BOF1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know what? There's a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BOF sequel&lt;/span&gt;!! &lt;em&gt;(screams...)&lt;/em&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;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gotcha, just kidding lah. Haha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Met up with some of the 207 ppl ytd.&lt;br /&gt;Super last minute get-together after LiF called at 8.30pm and asked if I can get to Simpang?!&lt;br /&gt;From Yishun to Tanah Merah journey was pretty fast...&lt;br /&gt;And I wanna laugh seeing Kelvin with his botak head. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;Kelvin, you have a small head!&lt;br /&gt;Chitchatted a while. With Ivan (lesser complains mayb bcuz he 'kan-kai' le), Desmond and Kelvin's endless complains in army and their army language which Rachel, LiF and I just tried to keep up with. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;So after Rachel left, slacked ard at busstop and Mac before $__$ home. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty hard to get the class-get-together now, esp with some classmates who I have totally lost contact with already.&lt;br /&gt;I guess this is how Life is - Losing (lost) and Finding (found) friends and opportunites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Caught ANTM 12 Finale.&lt;br /&gt;And I was so disappointed!!!&lt;br /&gt;Why wasn't it "Aahhhhh" when they hv to choose 1 out of the 2..?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope C13 will be better. ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944519819577536823-8084609347925776293?l=hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/8084609347925776293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/8084609347925776293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#8084609347925776293' title=''/><author><name>hsc</name><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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/Sg-oAkSwEkI/AAAAAAAABJE/eX9CLO6Xtp4/s72-c/kimbum1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944519819577536823.post-7553506536887124361</id><published>2009-05-15T23:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T00:16:36.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Screaming to be heard.</title><content type='html'>Curse Singtel!&lt;br /&gt;I was charged ~$85 for 'Broadband Mobile Data Usage!' when I used Wi-Fi to surf the net instead of GPRS! Have yet to call them but I will do it tmr!&lt;br /&gt;85bucks is 1.5days of work and my heart is throbbing badly. Chances of them waiving the bill of is 1% but many asked me to speak to them firmly. Ouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, CYL left RE today and moved on to better job next week. :(&lt;br /&gt;While wishing her goodluck and etc, caught her teary eyes when she waved goodbyes to us. And I feel lyk tearing also! Haha. &lt;br /&gt;Got me thinking what I wanna be in the hmmmm, only 4-5yrs to come where I proceed to the longest stage in life - The Working World. Nth that I yearn badly for and w/o motivation, pretty hard to get my 4 yrs going. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was offered the courses already and more or less, gonna choose NTU but still, I don't know what I'm hesitating on. Haha. Lyk the 'Submit' option is there, but i just closed the window. Haiyaaaaaaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rusty brain.&lt;br /&gt;FT is next week. &lt;br /&gt;And I've been bringing the book everywhr i go but not digesting it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty messed up too!&lt;br /&gt;If only I can get all the answers I need now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;breatheee..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Denise, Super Duper Sry!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944519819577536823-7553506536887124361?l=hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/7553506536887124361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/7553506536887124361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#7553506536887124361' title='Screaming to be heard.'/><author><name>hsc</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944519819577536823.post-3027281479869466034</id><published>2009-05-07T23:25:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T23:55:25.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fridaysssssssand Weekendssss! HoHo.</title><content type='html'>Hooray! Here comes Friday.&lt;br /&gt;Meeting Lif and Lil at ecp finally to burn some fats!&lt;br /&gt;Then meal with Lif and I predict she'll start mentioning abt her beloved calories. And I'll be hit hardly with guilt. ;) Hoho. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday means another epi of antm is out, but this cycle is &lt;em&gt;ohwellsoso-only&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday means Weekends.&lt;br /&gt;On Sat, my ahbu says she's DIY-ing traditional Hokkien Popiah from scratch after watching the 'Xun Zhao Yuan Shi Wei' on Channel U. The show finds back the origin of some of the food lyk Taohuay, carrot cake and we happened to watch the one on Popiah and I realised it's a Hokkien food. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think being 'Hokkien lang' is pretty cool sometimes. Many nice food to eat. &lt;br /&gt;And I like the language. It has this sense of closeness, esp Hokkien gua&lt;em&gt;=songs&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I think TV shows lyk 'Ai' or 'Yi Nan Wang' or 'Niang Jia' are really much better to watch (though i watched none of the above! Jus a few minutes..) when it's in Hokkien. But too bad, in Singapore, they just convert everything to Chinese which is ~.~. With some of the characters voice pretty squeaky sometimes and the argument scenes irritaing with the unsuitable voice matched. Introduce dual sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday is Mother's Day! &lt;br /&gt;And my mum is hinting me to get smthg for her! (x&lt;br /&gt;But I've no idea where to get it. Only sis knows and she's uncontactable till Monday. )x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all mothers-wanna-be down the road, (unless my mum or other mums decide to pop by here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Mother's Day&lt;/strong&gt; in adv! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be a good daughter. I already am. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944519819577536823-3027281479869466034?l=hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/3027281479869466034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/3027281479869466034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#3027281479869466034' title='Fridaysssssssand Weekendssss! HoHo.'/><author><name>hsc</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944519819577536823.post-7836404918000577299</id><published>2009-05-03T22:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T22:28:19.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's the time of the month when my emotions get all mixed up and I start fuming for no particular reason!&lt;br /&gt;Grrrr...&lt;br /&gt;Such a pain in the ass. &lt;br /&gt;I feel horrible &lt;em&gt;lahhhhh&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really lazy to blog these days.&lt;br /&gt;Not just to blog, but everything.&lt;br /&gt;Though work's only from Mon-Wed, I'm already exhuasted when Thursday comes.&lt;br /&gt;Thursdays are spent rejuvenating (sleeping).&lt;br /&gt;Fridays with occasional meetups.&lt;br /&gt;Unless Singapore decides to start snowing, Saturdays and Sundays are spent mostly at home.&lt;br /&gt;Tend to oversleep over the weekends and then, suffer from insomnia on Sun which affects my Mondays and there, the rest of the week. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to get disconected from the world.&lt;br /&gt;The Sun is already connected to me. I feel &lt;strong&gt;hot&lt;/strong&gt;! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944519819577536823-7836404918000577299?l=hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/7836404918000577299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/7836404918000577299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#7836404918000577299' title=''/><author><name>hsc</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944519819577536823.post-4867800720138196082</id><published>2009-04-12T11:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T12:01:23.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday, :(</title><content type='html'>Weird Sunday. I woke up realising my mum wont be around for the whole day today, from 8am-7pm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'我明天要去读书,然后有考试.'&lt;br /&gt;This is the sentence that i used to tell her everytime in the past lah. But it tickled me when she told me ytd. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it's the MOH AGAIN. Ripping off my good quality time with my family members on a sunny yellow banana day or not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A almost 9 hours of studying and exams start from 5pm (wonder what and how are they tested?), i think my mum and aunt should be dozing off now (or mayb they have a very yandao lecturer! haha!)!  &lt;br /&gt;In any case, i dont have a homecooked dinner tonight! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i dont wanna go back to jookoon tmr! Rather go back to RE. Being recept is super boring! &lt;br /&gt;:E&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944519819577536823-4867800720138196082?l=hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/4867800720138196082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/4867800720138196082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html#4867800720138196082' title='Sunday, :('/><author><name>hsc</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944519819577536823.post-8579131786584382236</id><published>2009-04-10T23:44:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T00:48:02.394+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taiwan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='207Out'/><title type='text'>Random.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/0/08/Knowingposter08.jpg/200px-Knowingposter08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 296px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/0/08/Knowingposter08.jpg/200px-Knowingposter08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Admit it. Among the best science-fiction films I've seen.&lt;br /&gt;Though pretty amusing towards the end.&lt;br /&gt;I came out of the threatre, went to the washroom, took the escalator, crossed the road and etc..... thinking that the world will come to an end any moment. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Caught the film with the class ytd, chitchated, walked ard b4 waving goodbyes another group of going-to-be, Reaaaaaaaaaaaaally Excited and prepared NS guys! ;D&lt;br /&gt;Come out as a true blue man! haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323103063479857138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/Sd92CIGCr_I/AAAAAAAAA-M/qKNBfd0tN_U/s320/n624858590_1370199_371.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Went to sweep the tomb today. At a moment, it was scorching hot and the next moment, it rained cats and dogs! I was... totally drenched. With water dripping down on the ride home. The sky was extremely cloudy and dark. Only the cars lights could be seen while driving, not the cars. For a moment, I wondered if the world is coming to an end, again..&lt;br /&gt;My 6th sense is telling me smthg..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found my Taiwan trip in..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kotravelog.com/taiwan.html"&gt;KoTravel!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just that the people who were there at that time were different. Things tt happened were different. But the places we visited were almost the same! haha..&lt;br /&gt;Just that he saw bags, sleeping attires and more things in Wu Fen Pu..&lt;br /&gt;Got to witness election..&lt;br /&gt;Paid $$$ up to 101.. Eat Da Bing Bao Xiao Bing, Coffin toast.. See the decorated memorial hall (but ours were w/o all the decos! haha..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I will go back there again after visiting HK, Nanjing, Korea, Xiamen, Japan. So hmm.. abt 30yrs time..&lt;br /&gt;But by then, I'll be gg Wu Fen Pu to buy aunties clothes. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mayb I can reduced it to 20yrs...&lt;br /&gt;Impt thing now is to .. earn big money!!! $_$''&lt;br /&gt;And I need to start to be thrifty for bigger goals in life.&lt;br /&gt;Start by ... not taking Taxi and go home early so that I can catch the last bus! haha..&lt;br /&gt;And encourage my mother to cook everyday! Healthier, so I wont fall sick easily = more $ for travelling! yeah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Bye!&lt;br /&gt;Another round of 'Qing Ming' tmr to the best grandparents!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944519819577536823-8579131786584382236?l=hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/8579131786584382236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/8579131786584382236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html#8579131786584382236' title='Random.'/><author><name>hsc</name><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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/Sd92CIGCr_I/AAAAAAAAA-M/qKNBfd0tN_U/s72-c/n624858590_1370199_371.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944519819577536823.post-3906291096935689199</id><published>2009-04-06T23:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T23:57:03.459+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video'/><title type='text'>Wish Me Luck.</title><content type='html'>Funny video.&lt;br /&gt;Umbrella By Rihanna in Hokkien! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gGqciSysmsg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gGqciSysmsg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me LUCK! xB&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944519819577536823-3906291096935689199?l=hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/3906291096935689199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/3906291096935689199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html#3906291096935689199' title='Wish Me Luck.'/><author><name>hsc</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944519819577536823.post-7186808237680819268</id><published>2009-04-05T02:07:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T02:51:21.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Laugh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Good news.&lt;br /&gt;This yr, MJ Shooting has done pretty well! Super proud of them. :D&lt;br /&gt;So I was browsing through the photos they took during the competition few days back and I started to get envious of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(gulps down vinegar..)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Esther starts to get envious of ppl, she will a lil upset&lt;br /&gt;(of course happy abt their achievements also! Just that sometimes u wish you were a contributing factor to the celebration too.. Isn't it this way?).&lt;br /&gt;So I as telling Denise on msn to carry on with her work and ignore me because I'm feeling emo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Denise says:&lt;br /&gt;*haha!&lt;br /&gt;*talk to me!&lt;br /&gt;*dun emo!&lt;br /&gt;*:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esther says:&lt;br /&gt;*emo is contagious..&lt;br /&gt;*haha. no lah. i not emo.&lt;br /&gt;*i just envy ppl.. when i envy ppl, i will feel emoish&lt;br /&gt;*lyk why we cant get the things we want although 'wo men dou shi ma ma sheng de."&lt;br /&gt;*haha&lt;br /&gt;*understand?&lt;br /&gt;*hahA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Denise says:&lt;br /&gt;*HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;*YES&lt;br /&gt;*and that sounds familiar oo..&lt;br /&gt;*well..i used to think of that too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esther says:&lt;br /&gt;*familiar right?&lt;br /&gt;*is it the uncle say one uh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(uncle = uncle in my tour group.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Denise says:&lt;br /&gt;*yesss&lt;br /&gt;*oh&lt;br /&gt;*no..&lt;br /&gt;*xiao yu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esther says:&lt;br /&gt;*oooh. haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Denise says:&lt;br /&gt;*he said the guards will think this way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flashback: On the way to Zhong Lie Ci (where the 2 soldiers stood there stationary, facing each other),&lt;br /&gt;Xiaoyu said:&lt;br /&gt;等一下你们要跟两个拍照哦！不然其中一个会吃醋！&lt;br /&gt;想, &lt;strong&gt;为什么都是妈妈生的&lt;/strong&gt;，他没有跟我拍！ :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esther says:&lt;br /&gt;*OOOOOOOOOOOOOH!&lt;br /&gt;*hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;*funny.&lt;br /&gt;*i want go blog..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here am I!&lt;br /&gt;Haha. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944519819577536823-7186808237680819268?l=hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/7186808237680819268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/7186808237680819268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html#7186808237680819268' title='Laugh.'/><author><name>hsc</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944519819577536823.post-3658220378071200652</id><published>2009-04-04T18:09:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T18:34:17.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Call.</title><content type='html'>A few days back while working, I received an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;anonymous&lt;/span&gt; call. I thought it was from my candidates again, haunting me to find them a job asap since the number belongs to the west area. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Didn't&lt;/span&gt; pick up for the first, second, third time.&lt;br /&gt;But after a while, I thought it may be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;smthg&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;impt&lt;/span&gt; or urgent since candidates &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;wouldn't&lt;/span&gt; be so thick-skinned to call one after another. Decided to return the call and this lady picked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irritated Me: May I know who called Esther?&lt;br /&gt;Whoever: You're (my full name)&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes, you are?&lt;br /&gt;Whoever: I'm whoever calling from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;NTU&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;(Then , my voice started to get jittery already. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, she asked me down for interview next week for this particular course. Which in history, I've never heard from anyone that this course requires &lt;strong&gt;an interview!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assumption: Many &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ppl&lt;/span&gt; wanna enter this course since by right, I've already met the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;IGP&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Ooh whatever the assumptions, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wish me luck&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson learnt: Pick up all calls from now onwards!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;P/s: I'm pretty nervous about the interview &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;lahhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to think of what to say and to praise myself infront of strangers though i can do it easily infront of friends! haha..&lt;br /&gt;And what can I contribute to the school/course? hmmmm.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944519819577536823-3658220378071200652?l=hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/3658220378071200652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/3658220378071200652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html#3658220378071200652' title='Call.'/><author><name>hsc</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944519819577536823.post-2623720489832261376</id><published>2009-04-04T00:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T02:29:39.983+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taiwan'/><title type='text'>Taiwan D3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hot spring day! Excited.&lt;br /&gt;Day 3 and my pocket burnt a bigbig hole!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First stop of the day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/OFBCdaUSnfyKvn4Y4n7xEg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/SdY9C99_rNI/AAAAAAAAA48/AJDA1jhpSCE/s400/DSC04581.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fortune thing was so true that I couldnt not believe. So the few of us bought the&lt;br /&gt;Bi(or Pi) Xiu to ward of evil spirits and bring us good luck!&lt;br /&gt;Give us peace of mind lahhh though it's $__$.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after buying the jade, I was so worried that I didnt hv enough money to spend. Haha.. My mood really dampen. Till, Shatyn and Denise's Mum went to redraw moolah and I felt safe! See, money makes wonder. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/I90STahGee3ziE_dW0ip7g?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/SdY7VMnrcwI/AAAAAAAAAy0/3DLGvxeH-Ck/s400/DSC04578.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/aAO-ezdHmyyNwOTZ_rnh9A?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/aAO-ezdHmyyNwOTZ_rnh9A?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/SdY7Wy2iYbI/AAAAAAAAAy8/EW7PYtqdFTg/s400/DSC04579.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both who lack the Element, Water!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/RuLZHVOTKYytfw_2I9n7jQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/SdY8RjNf_8I/AAAAAAAAA3M/34CNQFriPgI/s400/DSCF4917.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proceeded to have grp lunch in this so-called 'creepy' restaurant called 'Wu Jiao Chuan Ban'. Pretty interesting place to eat in.&lt;br /&gt;This restaurant, according to Susan, designs their own bowls, plates and the statues (mostly nude and Xiaoyu, our tour guide, doesnt understand why. So idk y too!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/9v9n8TjCokAbFPDyvT2UEg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/SdY7Yn4PuxI/AAAAAAAAAzE/OAfiu-ant_E/s400/DSC04583.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Open Seasame!" He said loudly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Att: Censored photos below! Below 18,pls leave.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/NiGxkiPqsyxFF1YIji9caA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/SdZEZb92OHI/AAAAAAAAA5g/dBFkQym48m4/s400/DSCF4919.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/tFKONinlqjl0XuHcoc13Xw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/SdZEbL8-nFI/AAAAAAAAA5o/7csZuUa6PsA/s400/DSC00444.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/i2E54nk6LMfpG0SLoQ50Xg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/SdZEer-IRoI/AAAAAAAAA54/3_R27yAh4JQ/s400/DSC04593.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/xR4oxvSxwHLhCau_BMGoYg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/SdZEclhBwpI/AAAAAAAAA5w/5Wb1lJN04-4/s400/DSC00446.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;View of dining area on the first floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/47L-oynPJr36bcXxIxx0Mg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/SdZEgSjQjSI/AAAAAAAAA6A/x57i11cDObY/s400/DSC04596.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/JkavJ6Ai9MYysabbotlAlg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/SdY8WusvZ7I/AAAAAAAAA3k/1bfgcvKxJRw/s400/DSCF4927.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd floor- Purple chairs, nicer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/_0ulNGI4tMzhUfmkt6ye6Q?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/SdY8TPz5OUI/AAAAAAAAA3U/Z99rpH716_0/s400/DSCF4920.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/jaPnojgkIhLwD5IcyLighA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/SdY8Uqwo-QI/AAAAAAAAA3c/IUut0DaToic/s400/DSCF4921.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lily! Spare the pumpkins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/50E8clFKmCSGefe3CroPSA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/SdY8YRaGq8I/AAAAAAAAA3s/d8XDbMHFGk0/s400/DSCF4934.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toilet can be good memories!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/Pn-NCndOmfCGHTeKEZPfXA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/SdY8cML-VkI/AAAAAAAAA38/XY3_FsLWxko/s400/DSCF4939.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super Q and delicious Milk mua-chee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/6FcMk4VFgJ-ILD4PqUh0DQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/SdY7uqzeNVI/AAAAAAAAA0o/Nr_6GkaoajU/s400/DSC04610.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They don't sell it outside neither in the restaurant. Only hv it when u dine in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/bCzD63efvWFldFIVnmaDkw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/SdY7wms98VI/AAAAAAAAA0w/xV8xq7gvi3k/s400/DSC04612.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All hungry not, actually. Our breakfast have yet digested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we still managed to stuff most of everything into our stomach!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/bux7V_09G3K2v2DWyDHNJQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/SdY7yu8SPYI/AAAAAAAAA04/SizzXFVeOmI/s400/DSC04623.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burppppp..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/cNpRZJoaIr6Q2u3MhtUXjw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/SdZK3vSSKXI/AAAAAAAAA9k/oyiE0Nn7aMg/s400/DSCF4941.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Th other table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/HRlBKVamZXyaSgPh13s5uA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/SdY77FEfkuI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/UXPXCp-UMGM/s400/DSC04627.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Denise, you horny!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/tN5DLuBAIW0XFTQ4bcsNCg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/SdY7rJzq_6I/AAAAAAAAA0Y/X5Lpz4YWEpw/s400/DSC04607.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stairs with holes.&lt;br /&gt;I stood there and watched them go up. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/Q6eXl-IPWTBLwm-xJCPr1g?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/SdY8d-DeERI/AAAAAAAAA4E/PWAG1Qto9h4/s400/DSCF4947.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture actually left me rollng down the slope.&lt;br /&gt;Hey WARNING to the other 2 bloggers! DON'T BLOG ABT IT! &lt;em&gt;*fumes*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passed by Mei Li Hua again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/T5EDwvAiQna2uOY0NFQRog?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/SdY7--E_H-I/AAAAAAAAA1o/Mj8cU9269cM/s400/DSC04639.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this time.. Xiao Ju Dan! Didnt know it's so freaking near, just opposite, the hotel we stayed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/r4gtXeOiRz-x94za8Y4zrg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/SdZKXqKspiI/AAAAAAAAA8s/1lCE0ZYuacQ/s400/DSC04682.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.. Ah Long on big multiscreens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Next, Zhong Zhen Ji Nian Tang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/CIgm7gznY2N3efp_wZKz8g?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/SdY8kD8HtCI/AAAAAAAAA4c/Td-Q-a_An0c/s400/DSCF4956.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/RqUFW9s9-kjsnF_VdzQ3Rw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/SdY8fgDrSzI/AAAAAAAAA4M/3ieM036a4i4/s400/DSCF4950.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunny yellow banana day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/cy6D9ltidbYIabn9pGdJoA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/SdY8h72T3FI/AAAAAAAAA4U/AFJARkWjcSA/s400/DSCF4954.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never grown up.. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;She insisted I move to take the shot instead of giving her instructions! angry..&lt;br /&gt;Demanding kid, you see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/u8HKcPGLPcH5-fnY2U5vBg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/SdZJ9QUEVSI/AAAAAAAAA64/5jJCZCw_a_s/s400/DSC04653.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super cute! haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/xAtGwX0Ogln77xFolsYZgA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/SdZJ_-j9LfI/AAAAAAAAA7A/tb6aXzj0F5g/s400/DSC04659.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting ready to conquer the stairs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/D5f7s6za4jHqBJYWasyt0Q?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/SdZKCLVIjtI/AAAAAAAAA7I/BqNfLYZqxQM/s400/DSC04661.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Counted.. 90 steps!&lt;br /&gt;Where got 89?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrating our victory.. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/kGPFrNSFJdq0S1euwsbxpQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/SdZKNUCXwdI/AAAAAAAAA74/x9Fi32YCodE/s400/DSC04669.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/IeynTZLr4sPBRJw50K7Bmg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/SdZKHnF9-9I/AAAAAAAAA7g/iIf5MfbR0ws/s400/DSC04666.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/S3-v0VgK9t2__LsYuy1yFw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/SdZKJYqBgLI/AAAAAAAAA7o/SNld9GYn7-k/s400/DSC04667.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Confucius.. Read!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/avQfY0-PeMqNzk6j4v3W9g?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/SdZKLROPxXI/AAAAAAAAA7w/Hn0mMfxKSYs/s400/DSC04668.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgot his name already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/W2LQ_3a2wmeZmKglGF8NKQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/SdZKPGTftUI/AAAAAAAAA8A/vuIbmY-oaDU/s400/DSC04673.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Susan with her messy hair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On way to Xi Men Ding, passed by President House..&lt;br /&gt;Ah Bia, no longer inside!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/VMGxrda1wfXCzpAkWmNGYQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/SdZKQjEQRAI/AAAAAAAAA8M/NqQoi7Xj-qY/s400/DSC04675.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/LVi8otTwZRyoiRBkkEm10g?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/SdZKT0rhYII/AAAAAAAAA8c/iH0ps0QuASM/s400/DSC04679.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screams! Hebe blocked lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. We hv no pictures of XiMenDing cuz none brought camera down. Only pic in Lily's phone - the banner with the expletives. But XiMenDing is = Cheaper Orchard Road = Full of Students! And must try, Ah Zhong Mee Sua!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our dinner was shabu shabu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/2MkF9_iZDOfw9y2kw2Q8dw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/SdZKZqwQPhI/AAAAAAAAA80/xuHV49WCg-k/s400/DSC04683.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too buzy eating = no pictures.. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Then, 3+ hours right to the next hotel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/XCDvfW3d7FrEdCC2KqlBcA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/SdY8Pp6mMWI/AAAAAAAAA3E/L0OUBPoMq9I/s400/DSC04715.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we changed into our sexy attire and ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/4MXj3rdx86hHGEncjyHnRg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/SdZKdaVETFI/AAAAAAAAA9E/5nXLIE-XpqY/s400/DSC04688.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;down we go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/-Ine2o8MFK30te1X0HNvIA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/SdY8CrMRiGI/AAAAAAAAA18/Y-c3v6PlxGs/s400/DSC04692.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute right? HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/CUBGFLHXyf7D9hYaUKhKXg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/SdY8DuLbLtI/AAAAAAAAA2E/oby7voFJf94/s400/DSC04696.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/2T51kije78Q9H8kCGzKrRg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/SdY8GZ8NY8I/AAAAAAAAA2U/kKwmjCZPZ0s/s400/DSC04700.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/9CFTafGT0aoyxA6LW5TFsg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/SdY8HktaNDI/AAAAAAAAA2c/RRzLcu8EVs4/s400/DSC04702.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/HY2G6C_2XhpDZgcuFn4HJg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/SdY8IhkfrRI/AAAAAAAAA2k/-bVi97N5DOI/s400/DSC04703.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have the milk pool, rosemary pool, osmanthus pool, lavender pool and the fav. peppermint pool!&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Other pictures in the hot spring are secrets! xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, wonder whr's the other 2?&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Bad Luck Day for them.&lt;br /&gt;But still,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/51jMcDUYfT6DlKuWFauu3Q?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/SdY8L7mxHjI/AAAAAAAAA20/HqJ2C4pCVbw/s400/DSC04709.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/4tled8-Hhzvz5nshNXF7Dg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/SdY8N1EJwHI/AAAAAAAAA28/HmEmW6-qwso/s400/DSC04710.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they had their own enjoyment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/q0VOElCtXmGnFKbcJesK7w?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/SdZKbqkVcCI/AAAAAAAAA88/ttFH8D60K2U/s400/DSC04685.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/jh0062BYPQwWlh4TabLneA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/SdZQ6v4m95I/AAAAAAAAA-E/aJiVNTIJJvM/s400/DSC04711.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comfty bed plus LCD TV with many many channels!&lt;br /&gt;Ya know, the best thing is that the pillows are placed in such a way whereby u lie down, your eyes are directly fixed on the tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 2 hrs of tv,&lt;br /&gt;we switched off the lights and waved goodnight!&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Bye Day 3!-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944519819577536823-2623720489832261376?l=hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/2623720489832261376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/2623720489832261376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html#2623720489832261376' title='Taiwan D3'/><author><name>hsc</name><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://lh5.ggpht.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/SdY9C99_rNI/AAAAAAAAA48/AJDA1jhpSCE/s72-c/DSC04581.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944519819577536823.post-2564972900925924915</id><published>2009-04-03T16:14:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T14:39:45.675+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Random.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/SdXNFSAhJ6I/AAAAAAAAAxc/MCOBzhCYdto/s1600-h/acfdc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 212px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320384025425160098" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/SdXNFSAhJ6I/AAAAAAAAAxc/MCOBzhCYdto/s320/acfdc.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Latest ANTM epi is hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;Esp when Aminat went "Stupid, Stupid, Stupid...." (X inifnity) at Natalie.. And she even spelt out S.T.U.P.I.D! Haha..&lt;br /&gt;Then Natalie went "Go on, Go on, Continue" (X infinity).&lt;br /&gt;None of Allison and Natalie's business and they were the ones being shouted at while Celia and Tahlia stood beside each other.. Real amusing. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting more interesting though I think the models from prev cycles are much better.&lt;br /&gt;And Sandra's _ _ _! ^.^&lt;br /&gt;Mayb London or Celia, I hope. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/fw8yjrT4LK9VtQJ1eXI5Pw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/SdXQWWzfXhI/AAAAAAAAAx8/JE--JIQ6Krc/s400/DSC04951.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Meeting the girls later and tonight, we're eating steak at idk where!&lt;br /&gt;Gather and complain tt it's almost a week! x(&lt;br /&gt;I'm hungry now..&lt;br /&gt;My ulcer (near my upper lip!) is killing me! What a place to bite myself! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944519819577536823-2564972900925924915?l=hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/2564972900925924915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/2564972900925924915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html#2564972900925924915' title='Random.'/><author><name>hsc</name><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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/SdXNFSAhJ6I/AAAAAAAAAxc/MCOBzhCYdto/s72-c/acfdc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944519819577536823.post-5962025117994828640</id><published>2009-03-31T21:44:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T00:01:08.296+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taiwan'/><title type='text'>Taiwan D2!</title><content type='html'>Oooh man, it's the 4th day back from Taiwan and yet some scenes are still stuck in my head now and then. Esp during work today when I'm super tired and restless and dying...&lt;br /&gt;I still do miss the single bits and pieces..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24th March 09&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Exactly 1 week ago....&lt;br /&gt;So throughout the entire day, I've been reminding myself where I was 7 days ago!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Early in the morning, we put breakfast at each other table ..&lt;br /&gt;before heading to Zhong Lie Ci!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/Reii8NTQFtZnDF7VCX5r3g?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/SdIeY_HPZjI/AAAAAAAAAsY/khZXNVMyNcg/s400/DSC00407.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/11AK4obGY8aek1m6pwTvDw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/SdIiVJw0wwI/AAAAAAAAAvs/EiKwlTJhEK8/s400/DSCF4865.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for the performance to start..(screams at Xiaoyu! haha..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/Niu9764ImoZPKg-zy8rvqA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/SdIeDlRUhaI/AAAAAAAAAq0/d9Kye4fGzxw/s400/DSC00409.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture taken from the inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start of the performance..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/3MH_fi5s0uxN_LEqVOVgdg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/SdIeHErrEqI/AAAAAAAAArE/kxozWJN6NQE/s400/DSCF4871.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crowd was following so closely behind the soldiers and kiasu me managed to squeeze infront and capture the pictures w/o any heads blocking. :P&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, it was drizzling that day and made our trip quite unpleasant esp in Jiu Fen.&lt;br /&gt;Cold day; warmth in our hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some other photos taken..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/R5GBZbdSvrvbyK-IuulqrQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/SdIeImLNfvI/AAAAAAAAArM/hBEHSvl9XuE/s400/DSCF4872.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/Tsz5MEwb_tdDuLzx7JLKNA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/SdIeONmA-aI/AAAAAAAAArk/F1YHb-0tUgc/s400/DSCF4883.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/UyeXJPjEMIHUUdja76xyEA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/SdIebHz7fsI/AAAAAAAAAsg/w3-oVjkp2PM/s400/DSC04527.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The soldiers stood still there. Hardly blink. Doesn't move at all.&lt;br /&gt;Well-trained!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/FRCJzbpm_i22C4S5FinFcA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/SdIePxFyLmI/AAAAAAAAArw/qRXilQIx-CM/s400/DSCF4892.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/8zCTCkLfQN8H7e_W2A6YLw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/SdIeSCpeR4I/AAAAAAAAAr4/s66AzHb1h64/s400/DSCF4893.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suzzie (with the more yandao one) and me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, nth much. Just the soldiers changing shift and they had this ceremony which happens twice a day (not sure if it's everyday..).&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, and I was pretty 'wow' at the endurance the soldiers have. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/z-Exl8DrQXXzZbsAEVDf9w?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/SdIee6vZMyI/AAAAAAAAAsw/t53j29YiRqM/s400/DSC04550.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alighted in this place(I forgot the name!) to take pictures since entry is prohibited.&lt;br /&gt;My tour mates!&lt;br /&gt;The 6 of us form the largest group!&lt;br /&gt;2 old loving couples + (mother and son!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Next.&lt;br /&gt;We went to this shop (forgot the name) that teach us more about Chinese Tea.&lt;br /&gt;Not bad since they allowed us to try different kinds of tea!&lt;br /&gt;But, there came the first shock in my trip! haha..&lt;br /&gt;Green Tea powder, Bi Luo Chun just KILLed me! $___$...&lt;br /&gt;Made me kinda regret at first but it did help 'pai du' lahh..&lt;br /&gt;(Currently still waiting for its effect. Mix with Yakult and it tastes pretty good. :) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*No pictures because Denise and I were too engrossed in knowing more about Bi Luo Chun and its friends.. haha..*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Then to Gu Gong (heritage/musuem place)..&lt;br /&gt;To see the crystal lettuce and brown stone kongba! haha..&lt;br /&gt;And some other ornaments or antiques which I tried my best to absorb the facts since Esther is still concluding if Bi Luo Chun $ was worth it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/R1__OBjkTxEyrQ7x3g7uBg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/SdIenzONK_I/AAAAAAAAAtY/5zZiSP7Le_0/s400/DSC04556.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;strike&gt;We&lt;/strike&gt; reached Jiu Fen with aholeinmyheart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(still brooding over the loss of $ on the powder.. Haha.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rewind.. during the journey to Jiu Fen..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/TVIXFPVdOSZvPhdtz_0c0g?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/SdIegas_PsI/AAAAAAAAAs4/3Zf8RYGtPu8/s400/DSCF4902.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xiaoyu singing ..&lt;br /&gt;Crazy Zany did video! haha..&lt;br /&gt;Followed by, the uncle sang..&lt;br /&gt;The uncle can sing SOLID Hokkien Songs!&lt;br /&gt;Can compare to the contestants in Huang Jin Nian Hua..&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is Jiu Fen Street!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/xKY36D1gtramyYdhqPpgEA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/SdIel6A0XKI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/gZk-DiRaq3A/s400/DSC00422.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spoiler&lt;em&gt; 'piao piao yu'&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;It was freezing cold there..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And one of my favourite shops in the entire trip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/Xa6KceA38zd3g6RmhGp6EQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/SdIeh1DC4jI/AAAAAAAAAtA/NlPiXaXJMRQ/s400/DSC04554.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalala~&lt;br /&gt;It sells good extremely Q guo dong (jelly/pudding), mua chee of all flavours, black peanuts, cheap Tai Yang Bing (biscuit which is not very sweet and nice) and other snacks!&lt;br /&gt;Spend 1450$ there (in Tai Bi) but still, when I'm back to S'pore, there's not enough to eat!&lt;br /&gt;I should hv bought moreeeeeeee! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played the Tou Lan Ji.&lt;br /&gt;And it's super duper whopper cheap!&lt;br /&gt;50cent per game.&lt;br /&gt;No wonder most of their avg scores are lyk 400+..&lt;br /&gt;Unlike Spore.. $1 for such a short game!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;98.. 99.. 100! Not enough..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We go for ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;101!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/UO0lPqu3PVJFtSX9KgzaKw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/SdI3eXQaP3I/AAAAAAAAAws/tHNKZ2D1W3Y/s400/DSCF4913.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But instead of going up to 101, we went down to the basement to buy food and walk because going up needs $. Forgot how much, roughly $10-15 I think.&lt;br /&gt;And 0/12 votes wanna go up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/b18SYdiLGEQcJ3x9VknkVA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/SdIerGPljqI/AAAAAAAAAto/7Qb5jB5oEeA/s400/DSCF4909.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;(taken by uncle. hah..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny scene.&lt;br /&gt;This inconsiderate owner who left the dog outside. It wanted to go in but the guard kept 'shoo-ing' it away..&lt;br /&gt;Created quite a crowd after a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/l42-CoYeHT7xl0-kAWFYFg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/SdIe1R117tI/AAAAAAAAAuc/vHe6nVGRDKQ/s400/DSC04566.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;(tadah)..&lt;br /&gt;Wu Fen Pu next.&lt;br /&gt;Shopping paradise!&lt;br /&gt;Spam. We went nuts.&lt;br /&gt;We bought more than 10 clothes each within a short span of 1.5hrs.&lt;br /&gt;I left the place visiting only 5 shops.&lt;br /&gt;Good bargains. Though more expensive than Thai, but better quality I think.&lt;br /&gt;I need to go back one fine day again when $ is with me.&lt;br /&gt;Taipei is enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Last stop of the day: Shih Lin Night Market!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/wygyJJ_iZO-Jvg054pczCg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/SdIe3o7J_3I/AAAAAAAAAuk/caxS9PsqBSk/s400/DSC04567.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUST MUST MUST MUST BUYYY!&lt;br /&gt;Translate: ULTRA BIG FRIED CHICKEN Xiaoyu "treat".&lt;br /&gt;Super big!&lt;br /&gt;100% chopchopchop bigger/longer than the size of ur face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;po po po po po po po po poker face..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/HY_TgEctYGqsUep92ZZi6A?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/SdIe65c-6wI/AAAAAAAAAu0/W3PcRGeuNIc/s400/DSC00430.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Ah Jian ...fever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/4G_2h0yxmDFirPPwP8Ncjw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/SdIe46mUXPI/AAAAAAAAAus/E2JbQzfeLYg/s400/DSC00429.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*drools*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;But Liu He Night Market one taste better. Smelly enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/1Ntvjz8Y5tjBOl9AwWQZAQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/SdIe9v8I9tI/AAAAAAAAAvE/zxsPtx7gof8/s400/P240309_19.42.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;barangbarangs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/nGPA13Wusrl9jRkkP3VkQA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/SdIe81uweLI/AAAAAAAAAu8/nvW7HwW_JKI/s400/DSC04568.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super crowded.&lt;br /&gt;Super nice food!&lt;br /&gt;Super cheap Clothes and accessories!!&lt;br /&gt;T-shirt: 2 for 350, 3 for 500 (Tai Bi)&lt;br /&gt;Each: ~$7!&lt;br /&gt;BUY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we ran out of timeeeeee! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Back to same hotel.&lt;br /&gt;Again that night..&lt;br /&gt;I can't sleep!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: Woohoo! I can't believe we're in Taiwan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-End of Day2!-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944519819577536823-5962025117994828640?l=hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/5962025117994828640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/5962025117994828640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#5962025117994828640' title='Taiwan D2!'/><author><name>hsc</name><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://lh5.ggpht.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/SdIeY_HPZjI/AAAAAAAAAsY/khZXNVMyNcg/s72-c/DSC00407.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944519819577536823.post-1023712207850539725</id><published>2009-03-30T07:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T07:37:14.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Work. :(</title><content type='html'>It's time to leave the house for work. I'm running late! But the other half tells me I should not go work today. I do not have a valid reason.&lt;br /&gt;So bye guys. Off to work. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944519819577536823-1023712207850539725?l=hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/1023712207850539725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/1023712207850539725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#1023712207850539725' title='Work. :('/><author><name>hsc</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944519819577536823.post-5649363792428756180</id><published>2009-03-29T21:36:00.024+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T00:41:37.835+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taiwan'/><title type='text'>Taiwan trip! &lt;3!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;P/S: Post edited with more peektures from Denise's and Susan's camu-ra! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taiwan trip was really a blast. I had fun from head to toe back and forth. With the accompany of great friends, good foods, tourmates and guide, I truely enjoyed myself every second there.&lt;br /&gt;The only disappointment was that .. I didn't get to see Jerry Yan and He Jun Xiang! :(&lt;br /&gt;haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23rd Mar 09&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Waited for Lily's dad to drive us to the airport at 5plus and arrived at the airport at 605am.&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for Denise and her mum to check in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/0qI-K7Eb-2hOMTZLpaXghA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/Sc-o8usPYnI/AAAAAAAAAjo/Owho2EspMyo/s400/DSCF4769.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/la8TEbR1wOlJWeYpQ93chw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/Sc-o-fBBM3I/AAAAAAAAAjw/wD6EBRuL0zg/s400/DSCF4770.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/6DSzELLxboP-L7Wt547NCA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/Sc-p6et_NqI/AAAAAAAAAk4/tKGRFFS1T2M/s400/DSCF4772.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First enjoyment: Foot massage in the airport, near the gate we are entering.&lt;br /&gt;How mountain tortoise we are..&lt;br /&gt;No, more of Singaporeans' spirit - Try everything FOC!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/5vthItVOStztKEtwm2Vrmg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/SdDwjFvILQI/AAAAAAAAAoA/I9c1IkknEyw/s400/DSC00346.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/N6Iu25hyWidUTQjmZLbIgw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/SdDwlP5aLpI/AAAAAAAAAoI/ZkePktvddow/s400/DSC00350.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/vniY_Z4IZe6GMOVWNs_Sbg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/Sc-p8eq994I/AAAAAAAAAlA/yXTGAJzXg64/s400/DSCF4774.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw the the foot massage machines only at the gates far back.&lt;br /&gt;I thought they are meant for tourists after a long walk. Not bad uh, Singapore Airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, Shatyin wearing back her socks after the massage! haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/FlLEF6slch5gdq_J2PbIfQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/Sc-p-mmVGnI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/DY_MwIjAx5g/s400/DSCF4776.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My plane cum room partner.. Susan! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/EAc67XmwGi-ZEU6iSprKiQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/Sc-qAMFN5aI/AAAAAAAAAlY/aZy-Tpz_GR4/s400/DSCF4778.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my crazy, never right, friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/ZtL7Uxx4utnSZIlfhUYeaA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/Sc-qCMCJo0I/AAAAAAAAAlg/kyy4YpQS7Ys/s400/DSCF4780.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Susan's food in the plane. Teriyaki Chicken, I think? While I had some curry fish which tasted pretty good too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/07AzW4YHjp15QWgJMTPexg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/SdDwmnbEykI/AAAAAAAAAoU/ONoguW6faEY/s400/DSC00353.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Denise with her food! Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/YUdFlqW5KjPJTSpkkMtEaA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/SdDwocWA65I/AAAAAAAAAoc/r3mpIap_cV0/s400/DSC04397.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Reached Taipei's airport at past 1pm, with 18degrees (pretty cooling). And we finally saw our young tour guide and 6 other tourmates. All very nice and funny people.&lt;br /&gt;Xiaoyu, the tour guide started introducing Taiwan to us while one of the uncles kept rebutting what Xiaoyu said. Their cross firing of words here and there kept us entertained throughout the 6days. Till now, I'm still missing the way the uncle rebutted and left Xiaoyu speechless. He will then give the ' sian diao' look. Ha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And their cold jokes.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/VtDGaPhqpKeheoGtrrO7Eg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/SdD0fJPa-QI/AAAAAAAAAqM/kFFmar3Zcbk/s400/DSC04408.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The coach we shared many joy and laughters; throw our barang barangs during the 6 days! And the bus uncle who sings very good hokkien &lt;em&gt;gua&lt;/em&gt; songs! *misses*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Off we go to Tamshui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/wWS6I2ZJ71rPUGLThkD-ng?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/Sc-qEXCel3I/AAAAAAAAAlo/iAixDFyNfX8/s400/DSCF4783.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/M3JRUHMRrc5dJX4JWZOGcQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/SdD0gj9Yj9I/AAAAAAAAAqU/N0WGZp4b9RE/s400/DSC04411.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yu Ren Ma Tou!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And our first stop, Qing Ren Qiao.&lt;br /&gt;Meant for couples in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But.. my friends are my lovers! Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/3VVV4YlJj6TwvyQeAEEuLg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/Sc-qJTDv7_I/AAAAAAAAAmA/stP2xJetC28/s400/DSCF4817.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/f5JR6T5EkpRhv6sE0Dr-fQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/SdDwsb7gpLI/AAAAAAAAAos/PNFcdhSX4OQ/s400/DSC04431.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twists!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/KOjgyRHe2ii9XIocArzi2A?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/Sc-qGS0HCVI/AAAAAAAAAlw/SDMtnZqaCI0/s400/DSCF4790.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to Lover's Bridge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/BmXC_bbYDpvDZbuORJJMSw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/Sc-qH400jRI/AAAAAAAAAl4/03KuMTmpM_I/s400/DSCF4806.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Messy hair. Super windy...&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, on the left is our 'mum' for throughout the trip hor, Denise? ^^&lt;br /&gt;She makes sure we crossed the dangerous roads safely; have enough money to spend and treat us many many good foods!&lt;br /&gt;Most imptly, our camerawoman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;p/s: not our tour guide!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after walking the bridge, I can finally say these are my BFFs!&lt;br /&gt;While love blossom in the air and some found romance and started behaving intimately with each other!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/Uv47xRAolnCv5HDGMGSQdA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/Sc-wLpB0eVI/AAAAAAAAAng/c3k8D4U9sf8/s400/DSCF4810.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Noooo..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;After that, we proceeded to 'Dan Shui Lao Jie' and EAT EAT EAT! &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/_DBlywCNvPI-uqFBydwddg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/Sc-qM_AOXeI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/keLKNNiRlYQ/s400/DSCF4828.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tofu with dong fen inside (called Ah Gek?) and fuzhou-like fishballs but taste better.&lt;br /&gt;They have beautiful names but I forgot what some of them are called. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/Md4NzWUjETMLiO8cXzZugA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/SdDwuZfPlDI/AAAAAAAAAo0/oM-cixdx63U/s400/DSC04446.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/2pGl7Z3WAT0qydppFr_HiA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/Sc-qO_WQZsI/AAAAAAAAAmY/MIYduotFySU/s400/DSCF4830.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, and heaven food!&lt;br /&gt;Da Chang Bao Xiao Chang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/usDj9YnWEFeRSuqkheiO0A?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/SdDwyGRiHsI/AAAAAAAAApE/5S8KOzbrEDE/s400/DSC04448.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/pA6-O6eHoIjs3t7AHK3L4w?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/SdDwwaskdqI/AAAAAAAAAo8/qNDZzULP5aQ/s400/DSC04450.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And the street with all the colourful signboards I see on TVs! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/AUoLhkTRflitAvaFh9FyaA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/Sc-qLJYgwhI/AAAAAAAAAmI/2UNk5XcSsqo/s400/DSCF4827.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Giraffe &amp;amp; Esther&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Had our first group dinner in this Yuan Zhu Ming restaurant, Ba Da San (?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/3dGWgJNsu4uxrpInvqNqMw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/SdDwzujvTpI/AAAAAAAAApM/Ii7hnFY0TcQ/s400/DSC04460.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food was served in a long table, unlike those round ones. So we had much difficulties trying to get the food we want to eat.&lt;br /&gt;But all thanks to the helpful uncle in the tour group who helped us switch the dishes left to right, right to left, we got the food we wanted easily.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Insert pictures of the food*&lt;br /&gt;(I was eating..)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Next, change of tour plan.&lt;br /&gt;Tao Yuan Night Market to Mei Li Hua ..&lt;br /&gt;(points below!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/IDfCNyZtdeOwT2BVCm-pnQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/Sc-qQ4GcFFI/AAAAAAAAAmg/QyBVfMBuzgE/s400/DSCF4838.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Familiarrrrr?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the place where Huan Huan Ai was filmed! (screams!)&lt;br /&gt;Adrenaline rushed. I was hoping to see He Jun Xiang there &lt;em&gt;lahhh&lt;/em&gt;. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/jKfgZlLMcCbvvTiaoRwY_A?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/Sc-qS_SwXbI/AAAAAAAAAmo/aUxrJF3MkE0/s400/DSCF4846.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And how can we miss out the Ferris Wheel ride! It costs only $4.50 for students..&lt;br /&gt;But the one in Singapore is... $___$.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/PD7WZZKNC83KKxBkMEVLYw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/Sc-qU3VkqYI/AAAAAAAAAmw/xdxoMfsbA6Y/s400/DSCF4856.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/Of6gjZFzGw-0wSVzpzlazQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/Sc-qWdZRUrI/AAAAAAAAAm4/CiyFXnk2ONs/s400/DSCF4857.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went to Sunworld Dynasty Hotel to stay for that night.&lt;br /&gt;Guess what?&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to have a try in Taiwan's KTV and we went to the Partyworld!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/2ZxU3RBtVdg0-aK52EQIng?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/SdDw3LXH01I/AAAAAAAAApc/xqwLgnmCCD4/s400/DSC04508.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big comfy room and LCD TV,quite different from the kbox and partyworld in S'pore.&lt;br /&gt;Have to key the song number into the system instead of using the remote control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/4gvxyXhtGOJuwNg9cszyOw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/SdDw6QahzyI/AAAAAAAAAps/G2e_OTts8s0/s400/DSC04516.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/1CRD-k6MI9DUACYjAIC6bw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/SdDw4ydvZtI/AAAAAAAAApk/ApIui8pgfiA/s400/DSC04513.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Returned to the hotel at abt 1am and...&lt;br /&gt;Susan and I cannot sleep tt night bcuz we were too excited abt the next day!!!&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-End of Day 1!- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944519819577536823-5649363792428756180?l=hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/5649363792428756180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/5649363792428756180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#5649363792428756180' title='Taiwan trip! &lt;3!'/><author><name>hsc</name><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://lh5.ggpht.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/Sc-o8usPYnI/AAAAAAAAAjo/Owho2EspMyo/s72-c/DSCF4769.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944519819577536823.post-1909887673355018899</id><published>2009-03-29T19:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T19:23:59.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back.</title><content type='html'>Back to Blogger! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back from Taiwan!  )':'D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to work tomorrow! :((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's back to normal! :(((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sigh sigh..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944519819577536823-1909887673355018899?l=hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/1909887673355018899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/1909887673355018899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#1909887673355018899' title='Back.'/><author><name>hsc</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944519819577536823.post-3053360743660863855</id><published>2009-03-02T00:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T21:25:08.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://think-about.tumblr.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Escaped.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944519819577536823-3053360743660863855?l=hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/3053360743660863855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/3053360743660863855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#3053360743660863855' title=''/><author><name>hsc</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944519819577536823.post-7441302218049126310</id><published>2009-02-27T00:01:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T00:10:52.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Towards the mrt station ytd, I saw..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307137288942981682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/Saa9PvGtEjI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/xM01pYAw-XU/s400/Image051.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;this rainbow which spread across the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(if observed, there's another rainbow above.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Funny thing I witnessed, people of all ages just took out their phones and camera and took a picture with it, including old couples. Pretty amused and touched. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Instantly, all the weariness throughout the day was gone. You rarely see students and working adults still smiling at the mid of the week, especially.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I felt happy for a moment (after this candidate of mine decided to &lt;em&gt;tua&lt;/em&gt; me again and again).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think working on Mon to Wed onl's not bad.&lt;br /&gt;Though my pay literally dropped 50%, but i've more time to catch up on sleep, friends, family and ... breathe.&lt;/p&gt;And after weeks, work has taught me NOT to believe in people easily!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:!@#$%"&gt;!@#$%&lt;/a&gt;^!@^&amp;amp;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944519819577536823-7441302218049126310?l=hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/7441302218049126310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/7441302218049126310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com/2009_02_01_archive.html#7441302218049126310' title=''/><author><name>hsc</name><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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/Saa9PvGtEjI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/xM01pYAw-XU/s72-c/Image051.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944519819577536823.post-1057280316189955724</id><published>2009-02-21T00:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T00:35:17.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm currently half-employed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Bad times, poor economy, recession&lt;/em&gt; hit me ytd when I'm told temp staffs only hv to report to work for 3 days/week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Suay&lt;/strong&gt; enough, since I promised to work hard and find jobs for as many ppl as possible before I guiltily go for the 1 week's break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, out of 7days in a week now, Esther will not be working for 4 days. This means more time for my brain to wonder around. And when my brain starts to wonder, nth positive comes out from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isnt it good to be tired? &lt;em&gt;(which I'm not feeling right now.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes one feel good by escaping from the reality at times.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm starting to hate myself for quitting so easily (in everything!).&lt;br /&gt;And to lose interest easily (in anything!). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing to be hopeful abt the coming month ...&lt;br /&gt;We Are &lt;em&gt;Finallyyyy&lt;/em&gt; Going &lt;strong&gt;TAIWAN!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(partly, to boost EG! Good citizens.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;And I wanna change my blogskin. So imperfect now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944519819577536823-1057280316189955724?l=hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/1057280316189955724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/1057280316189955724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com/2009_02_01_archive.html#1057280316189955724' title='I&apos;m currently half-employed.'/><author><name>hsc</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944519819577536823.post-7378143383873279901</id><published>2009-02-13T18:06:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T19:23:05.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Good Friday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/SZVT9mbniVI/AAAAAAAAAhw/ke6nqENXW7k/s1600-h/Untitled111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302236454052137298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 272px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/SZVT9mbniVI/AAAAAAAAAhw/ke6nqENXW7k/s400/Untitled111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302239480454141682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 271px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/SZVWtwqFVvI/AAAAAAAAAiA/edJRDIdg_Ow/s400/Untitledsfvv.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bejamin Button&lt;/strong&gt; was good!&lt;br /&gt;The storyline AND of course, the casts! :D&lt;br /&gt;166mins, worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, I've been making mistakes in work. Bad.&lt;br /&gt;Lyk telling my candidate the wrong timing for job interview today!&lt;br /&gt;So if i elaborate and the conclusion will be: my candidate may lose a goob job and my collegue being blamed. :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT THANKFULLY, in the end, all went well and the company allowed her togoforinterview at later time! PHEW~ if not, i'll be superly guilty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still, it's nice helping ppl find job in the midst of all the economic downturns though. Satisfaction derived. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's why i've this love-hate relationship for work till now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so, i'm gonna enjoy my this hol and weekend in .. PEACE. Hoho..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302235201730326114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 271px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/SZVS0tK1LmI/AAAAAAAAAho/EwXRPzDqluo/s400/Untitled11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;From the tatoo artist in The Curious Incident of Benjamin Button.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;HAPPY &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;'DAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944519819577536823-7378143383873279901?l=hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/7378143383873279901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/7378143383873279901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com/2009_02_01_archive.html#7378143383873279901' title='A Good Friday!'/><author><name>hsc</name><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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/SZVT9mbniVI/AAAAAAAAAhw/ke6nqENXW7k/s72-c/Untitled111.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944519819577536823.post-7944591830914317021</id><published>2009-01-30T23:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T00:38:17.588+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Listen'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="WIDTH: 300px"&gt;&lt;object height="110" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/a4LD5RL4lb/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/a4LD5RL4lb/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 1px; 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&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tonight this could be the greatest night of our lives&lt;br /&gt;Let's make a new start&lt;br /&gt;The future is ours to find&lt;br /&gt;Can you see it?&lt;br /&gt;Can you see it in my eyes?&lt;br /&gt;Can you feel it now?&lt;br /&gt;Can you hold it in your arms?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944519819577536823-7944591830914317021?l=hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/7944591830914317021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/7944591830914317021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#7944591830914317021' title=''/><author><name>hsc</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944519819577536823.post-3301013807137841351</id><published>2009-01-27T22:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T23:08:25.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY COW YR!</title><content type='html'>New Year has been AWESOME!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;Good time spent with the next G, who are very rational at age 7 and speak very well (!), Lion Troupe again and steamboats, ba-gua, pineapple tarts, mandarin oranges everywhere. And i got free sharkfin during an unexpected visit to Lily's super noisy house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all i could remember these few days is ... EATING! Right from the moment i wake up till i hit the bed, my mouth hasn't stop exercising! This is &lt;em&gt;good&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heading to Genting in a few hrs' time. The nearest place the adults get to earn back the moolahs they donated unwillingly. Heh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Complains! My angpows are pretty pathetic this yr (better than nth lahhh) though my stomach really benefitted. Cash into food. How practical.&lt;br /&gt;Next time when it's my turn to give angpows, I'll put 3 packets of Lackerol inside. Wild berry, Strawberry and Grapefruit. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Back with more photos hopefully.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944519819577536823-3301013807137841351?l=hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/3301013807137841351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/3301013807137841351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#3301013807137841351' title='HAPPY COW YR!'/><author><name>hsc</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944519819577536823.post-2280315490911795977</id><published>2009-01-24T18:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T18:46:42.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Damn those people who have just turned my very much anticipated weekends into a nightmare! Selfish creatures who only want ppl to spare a thought for them. The feeling is worst than feeling my tests!! (hyperventilate)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just went thru a crazy search down my contact lists and dialled every number which could provide me some help. Thank god for their help! It's better to place trust on them then some creatures who dont keep to their promises. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still didnt manage to find a replacement and i dont know what will happen. So currently, i'm ridden with guilt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh, crap. Let this be over!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944519819577536823-2280315490911795977?l=hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/2280315490911795977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/2280315490911795977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#2280315490911795977' title=''/><author><name>hsc</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944519819577536823.post-4095192393288125405</id><published>2009-01-20T22:54:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T23:54:46.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not meant to be understood</title><content type='html'>You tried hard to defend them, go against the good ones.&lt;br /&gt;The next moment you realised, the former have been talking bad abt you all along.&lt;br /&gt;The feeling's kinda sucky.&lt;br /&gt;You can sense that cause words are becoming more direct, more to the point, more for you, to you. Black faces, deep voices, followed by "I'm not the one who....".&lt;br /&gt;"Spread my msg. I can't tell you how spoilt they are," she said to your heart.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe they have reached some limit which you're not even aware of in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You cant tell them since you have been trying hard to deal with the problems. (maybe you're the only aware of it all along.)&lt;br /&gt;That's bad.&lt;br /&gt;On the surface, you felt blessed when everyone's together. But this large surface with no volume probably cant take the heat. It burns and turns into ashes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think she can spend 2hrs talking on this subject with her pillar and have a good &lt;em&gt;laugh&lt;/em&gt; over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a good way to start 20 days of 2009. But supporter of Miss Little Postive (haha) tells me i have 345 days to salvage and it's a good start actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And pardon me for the 'they,she,you'.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a person who likes to create suspense. So this is purely intentional, not meant to be understood.&lt;br /&gt;One of the moments i wanna jot this thing down then look back and have a good laugh again.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i wouldnt have understood what i wrote down. I'll jump for joy then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Work is good.&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to like it a little.&lt;br /&gt;And i'm so happy Gladys Koh came down! (heh...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edward is gg to work magic now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;brink brink prink prink rink rink prink brink rink brink brink brink prink prink rink...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944519819577536823-4095192393288125405?l=hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/4095192393288125405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/4095192393288125405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#4095192393288125405' title='Not meant to be understood'/><author><name>hsc</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944519819577536823.post-2470612837183669776</id><published>2009-01-11T23:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T23:34:55.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's starting not to make sense.&lt;br /&gt;Or I wasn't prepared for it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Optimism level: 0.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944519819577536823-2470612837183669776?l=hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/2470612837183669776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/2470612837183669776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#2470612837183669776' title=''/><author><name>hsc</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944519819577536823.post-8936101260359021373</id><published>2009-01-08T23:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T23:45:43.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1DW!</title><content type='html'>After living in my own comfort zone for abt 2 or more months, with the accompany of good friends, good food, good days.. totally 0 strangers at all, i felt totally loss when i met good strangers today. Lyk i cant crap/crack anything out of my brain, my mouth. But keep smiling smiling and smiling, so unnaturally. Heh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so happy and relieved when i saw terence in RE today. Totally surprised me. It reminds me of "Omg, heavenly school days...! My friends!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i'll get use to the routine, the ppl, the surroundings. I hope, asap. Ppl there are friendly and funny. Just tt, it always takes time to open up and welcome more ppl into ur life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterall, it's my first day of work in my 18yrs of existence.&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone feels the same lyk i do. The newbie noobie feeling. &lt;br /&gt;Awww...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944519819577536823-8936101260359021373?l=hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/8936101260359021373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/8936101260359021373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#8936101260359021373' title='1DW!'/><author><name>hsc</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944519819577536823.post-6828971452309098999</id><published>2009-01-06T17:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T17:23:31.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>She was back from the chalet ..&lt;br /&gt;With a heavy heart and feeling real thankful for such accompanies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nervous. Excited. Confused.&lt;br /&gt;Angry, so wanna bomb the lift construction right next to her door.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944519819577536823-6828971452309098999?l=hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/6828971452309098999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/6828971452309098999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#6828971452309098999' title=''/><author><name>hsc</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944519819577536823.post-8936385363544945591</id><published>2009-01-05T00:14:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T01:15:58.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;The top 4 are good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, if Marjorie could believe in herself more...&lt;br /&gt;But i like her for her .. nerves.&lt;br /&gt;Her awkward twitchings and her signature - &lt;em&gt;hunchback&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287474272518998322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 251px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/SWDh1iyDCTI/AAAAAAAAAfM/JOeIoUaN7Uo/s320/%255BANTM%255D_Marjorie10_%2528Tyra_Banks%2529.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Marjorie.&lt;br /&gt;Being herself is good enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But.. if Tyra's looking for a model with all personality and high fashion model..&lt;br /&gt;Okay, then give it to McKey and Samantha. All in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287476217878776434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/SWDjmxz9inI/AAAAAAAAAfU/stB8c83fKhE/s320/%255BANTM%255D_Samantha05.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Samantha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hard truth: I cant believe she's younger than me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287476233348191090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 251px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/SWDjnrcKE3I/AAAAAAAAAfc/ickUg_d8GFg/s320/normal_%255BANTM%255D_McKey11_%2528Tyra_Banks%2529.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;"I am the COVERGIRL!!!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Analeigh deserves to be mention tooo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;"Big eyes, sub-standard nose, big mouth!"&lt;/strike&gt; She's freaking sweet alright?! Okay. Acting really suits her better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287476231948965890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/SWDjnmOjmAI/AAAAAAAAAfk/2eHoS8uyl10/s320/%255BANTM%255D_Analeigh11_%2528Tyra_Banks%2529.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Analeigh, sweetpie.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;While Clark and Lauren are pretty pretty 18s and 19s &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(unfair! = so u get to see only their eyes!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287476237092245938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/SWDjn5Yz0bI/AAAAAAAAAf0/u6bnceXwydI/s320/Clark06_%2528Nigel_Barker%2529.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Clark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287476233014727490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/SWDjnqMp00I/AAAAAAAAAfs/4FuWANo2YdU/s320/LaurenBrie06_%2528Nigel_Barker%2529.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Lauren&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;While googling, I found ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287478722181108034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/SWDl4jEKkUI/AAAAAAAAAf8/zZDGFWGW4MY/s320/CariDee23.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yessss, Caridee.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So i'm done. Waiting for ANTM12 to be out in March.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Next, tagged from Audrey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instructions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Each player of this game starts off w 10 weird things/ habits/little known facts about yourself. 2. At the end , you will need to choose 10 people to be tagged &amp;amp; list down their names.&lt;br /&gt;3. People who get tagged need to post 10 weird things/habits/little known facts as well as state the rules clearly.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;10 weird things/ habits/little known facts about yourself:&lt;br /&gt;1. I will keep sneezing uncontrollably after I laugh too hard.&lt;br /&gt;2. I sing in the bathroom. (&lt;em&gt;hehh...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I was a bully in P4 (maybe the whole class was? But I remembered I was the only girl being called to admit to my mistakes.) ... And once, I was in the same lift with that victim when I went Regina's house.&lt;br /&gt;4. I used to say "Okay!" to everything in Sec 1 till I became smarter in Sec 2...&lt;br /&gt;5. I cried in front of a MSN Conversation before. Yes, in front of the computer screen. &lt;em&gt;(It wasn't a break-up kind of conversation lahhh.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;6. I can't eat spicy food but I love them. So, my mum will always prepare a packet of tissue for me to wipe off my muscus and tears. &lt;em&gt;(HA!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I can't sleep with music on, lights on. I need complete silence and darkness to sleep. (while my sis is totally opposite!)&lt;br /&gt;8. I use chopsticks with my left hand ; write with my right hand; cut things with my left hand. (Kill with both hands. Jking.)&lt;br /&gt;9. I bite my fingernails since I cannot stand the sight of the white white thing growing out. (whatever u call it.)&lt;br /&gt;10. I sleep after 12am. Sleeping before 11 is .. once in a blue moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 people to be tagged:&lt;br /&gt;1. Denise&lt;br /&gt;2. Tabitha&lt;br /&gt;3. Regina&lt;br /&gt;4. Susan&lt;br /&gt;5. Kelvin&lt;br /&gt;6. Munyee&lt;br /&gt;7. Audrey .. can i tag u again? I deleted rule no 4. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;8. Alan Lim&lt;br /&gt;9. -&lt;br /&gt;10. - (Can't think of anymore who can be bothered to do this.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WAVE GOODNIGHT&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944519819577536823-8936385363544945591?l=hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/8936385363544945591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/8936385363544945591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#8936385363544945591' title=''/><author><name>hsc</name><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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/SWDh1iyDCTI/AAAAAAAAAfM/JOeIoUaN7Uo/s72-c/%255BANTM%255D_Marjorie10_%2528Tyra_Banks%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944519819577536823.post-6386387811716040946</id><published>2009-01-03T17:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T17:22:02.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'>11, Antm.</title><content type='html'>Antm11-ing since afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;Googled for Samantha's photo on the beach while waiting for the videos to load.&lt;br /&gt;... Never did i expect to know the winner!&lt;br /&gt;Spoiler. I was kind of disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe she'll impress me till the last few episodes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannah, who's defintely not a racist nor a prejudice to me, didnt even have a chance to say her last words! :(&lt;br /&gt;Clark's gorgeous in there.&lt;br /&gt;Lauren is so Caridee! (did i get her name right?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, Marjorie, so in love. But confidence's her greatest enemy. If only I could force some confidence pills down her throat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944519819577536823-6386387811716040946?l=hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/6386387811716040946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/6386387811716040946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#6386387811716040946' title='11, Antm.'/><author><name>hsc</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944519819577536823.post-5602993407882826874</id><published>2009-01-01T16:34:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T18:33:56.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2008, Recap!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2008 has been hectic, really.&lt;br /&gt;But, towards the end, it was sweet.&lt;br /&gt;It ended off well, with new friendships formed. Relationships wise, they got better.&lt;br /&gt;There were of course friends whom i've lost (as in nv be that close again), but they became part of my memories.&lt;br /&gt;Been through things that i'll nv forget, leave me guilt-ridden and etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Other than that, i find myself growing. Not physically but mentally.&lt;br /&gt;More engaging, more open towards strangers (so i felt lyk a hypocrite at times), more mature (yay!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i recap, i thought of some events worth jotting down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Ice skating on Labour Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Went ice-skating with younger sis (who's eager to try out), Lily and Denise which turns out to be a horror. Witnessed my sis fell in front of me, broke her leg bone while learning to skate.&lt;br /&gt;Complain: the staffs there took it so lightly when they see ppl moaning and wailing in pain. All they said were, "This is nth. Everyday, there bound to be an incident lyk this."&lt;br /&gt;So they meant, everyday, 1 people break their bone and has to be carried out on a wheelchair? Then why did the wheelchair took 20 mins to arrive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. That's not the point.&lt;br /&gt;But i was guilty enough since it was my responsibility to take care of my sis afterall. Then, it was admission to A&amp;amp;E, up down hosptial for days, while my sis in cast for weeks, and popping in anti-biotics till today. Dang~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. 09/07/2008!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was my birthday, but the &lt;em&gt;suay-est&lt;/em&gt; one in my 18 yrs of existence.&lt;br /&gt;It coincides with the National Shooting Competition.&lt;br /&gt;I thought luck was on my side since i was the birthday girl. But no, there's no thing as luck (maybe there is. 5%. Ha. Since preparation went smooth!). Yeap.&lt;br /&gt;So underperformed, totally below expectations. Wondered what the hell i was doing there?&lt;br /&gt;Caused all i could rmbered clearly was ... my precious tears. Haha. And comfort from teachers and friends. The realisation that I wasnt Coach Zhang's student anymore made me tear even more. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;So 0907 was a day with swollen eyes, running nose, tired mind. Birthday cakes are meaningless on that day but they helped to battle my tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286252964043178466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/SVyLECKmQeI/AAAAAAAAAek/WJz5nSpK668/s320/Image2751.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These 3 who gave me a "surprise" on the bad birthday.&lt;br /&gt;Well, 50% better after meeting them.&lt;br /&gt;Thats why, friends work magic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Dad's/ Sis's 21st birthdays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know why?&lt;br /&gt;.. Caused it was these 2 events where we took family photos since erm... pri6? x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286252966178017522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/SVyLEKHlUPI/AAAAAAAAAec/61sy4DHnho4/s320/DSC03999.JPG" border="0" /&gt;They keep me out of stress from school.&lt;br /&gt;Provide me with good foods!&lt;br /&gt;Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;4. A's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The uncertainties, underperformance, and the many un-s.&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't really myself during that period. The first time i was being so concern abt my friends' results (Ya, u get me?). I was feeling so hopeless at certain times but still the need to remain optimistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought why i wasn't stress during the period (but really tired) and this stress me out, even more till now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rmb eating at Xinwang with the few of them days back and we were discussing abt A's. And... i got insomnia at night. Realised i was avoiding the fear that I hv all along. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing i wondered very much was ... why didnt i suffer from any eating disorder during the A's? I was expecting that, you know? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;5. PROM'08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pocket burnt. Crazy night. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286260830098416818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/SVySN5gT5LI/AAAAAAAAAe0/YsIuXWmHyCg/s320/n622579301_1099123_62.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Class.&lt;br /&gt;A good one for 2 yrs in JC.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. 0607/0907/1308/2608/2011/0612/2912.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good days to rmb and the fun!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286261741941445090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/SVyTC-YoUeI/AAAAAAAAAe8/gMy_lGt_3bw/s320/DSCF30911.jpg" border="0" /&gt; F.R.I.E.N.D.S&lt;br /&gt;How we still manage to meetup despite all buzy schedules!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing i'll definitely want to getover/remove/forget in 2009 is ... the only broken friendship I've ever had in my life.&lt;br /&gt;Wont mend it, because it cant be.&lt;br /&gt;Cancerians forgive easily, but they dont forget! It's true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay. That was 2008.&lt;br /&gt;I said it was sweet towards the end. It was. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009, Be good. &lt;em&gt;(wroofs!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moooooooooo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944519819577536823-5602993407882826874?l=hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/5602993407882826874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/5602993407882826874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#5602993407882826874' title='2008, Recap!'/><author><name>hsc</name><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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/SVyLECKmQeI/AAAAAAAAAek/WJz5nSpK668/s72-c/Image2751.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944519819577536823.post-5366296868829077883</id><published>2009-01-01T02:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T02:48:11.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Message</title><content type='html'>Received a sms from this special woman which i've came across last year and got to know better this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the sudden urge to do a recap on 08 though i was telling qx that i wouldnt dare to look back what had happened this yr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, it's time for sleep and to think. &lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, i'll give a hearty post on 08 here later when i wake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09, what's coming?&lt;br /&gt;Quite bleak actually.&lt;br /&gt;No resolutions this yr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All i wanna do for this year is to, ...&lt;br /&gt;spend more time with friends and family! &lt;br /&gt;Afterall, they're the real pillars of my life. And i thought i pretty neglected my family last year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, it's time to sleep first.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944519819577536823-5366296868829077883?l=hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/5366296868829077883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/5366296868829077883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#5366296868829077883' title='Message'/><author><name>hsc</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944519819577536823.post-6837539325657093118</id><published>2008-12-30T19:34:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T20:36:25.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthdays.</title><content type='html'>Once again, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LI LIQIAN!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;This woman here is ... my friend with the best EQ ever!&lt;br /&gt;How she'll always be there for me when i needed someone to complain and complain. Ha. Or when i'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;As a result, we became more similar in the ways we talk and act (and look!) that teachers hv difficulties differentiating us in sec sch days, even my MUM during cny visits. OMG!&lt;br /&gt;But her temper, care, tolerance, duty as a friend beats everyone else i know, including me. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;KELVIN LOW!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;The very "ON" one in the class. Anywhere, anytime, just phone him and he'll make a trip down for gatherings if he's free.&lt;br /&gt;Msg him and he'll help u contact the rest for class gatherings, but but, take Efficiency into account first. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;And i thought he has the highest sleep endurance. Okay, in case if i'm wrong, i mean,&lt;br /&gt;he can survived very (extreme words) long hours w/o sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it was hellauva fun from ytd to this morning celebrating their birthdays. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285549315065317762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/SVoLGRdHCYI/AAAAAAAAAeU/bbzcEUcc90U/s320/DSCF4119.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had Sakura in Orchard with the girls to celebrate Lily's &lt;strike&gt;18th&lt;/strike&gt; 19th! &lt;em&gt;Shhh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate (alot of salmons esp) and chatted alot. Till qx started discussing abt lily's 21st. Got me pretty excited! Lyk 2 yrs later, yet near or far. :D&lt;br /&gt;Caught "Bedtime stories" and the gunea pig was super cute.&lt;br /&gt;And since i'm super duper hungry now, i dont mind having another round of Sakura.. the sharkfin soup, .. soup and more soups. Of course Salmonsss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Down to Wisma and met the class.&lt;br /&gt;Walked awhile before heading to Marina sq to hv Thai express. It was eating again and nua-ing and turning back to see others hving Hotpot Culture. The strong urge to break the glass and join the strangers in some hotpot sessions.&lt;br /&gt;Was wondering why they separate the restaurants with a thin piece of glass instead of some brick walls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, after Yinyong and Szejun left, we decided to go for a spin (ha!), with Jonathan being the driver. :D&lt;br /&gt;Lyk wow. Haha. Pretty hilarious during the car ride talking abt driving(and clutch?); with Alan Lim doing some weird handsigns to other drivers; when Jonathan was doing parallel parking.&lt;br /&gt;Alighted in Siglap for &lt;strike&gt;Cheesecake cafe&lt;/strike&gt; Xinwang, and eat again. The third heavy meal. With french toast, yuanyang (which is actually called yingyong), red bean iced sago, chee cheong fun, guo tie, fried rice flooding the table, it was really sinful.&lt;br /&gt;Chatted till 130 and Jonathan drove us all home.&lt;br /&gt;Really thank him for that since most of them live in the East and it was a headache to make him come north and head back alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, pretty good experience.&lt;br /&gt;Always fun to have friends that drive. Travelling ard Singapore's not a problem in the wee hour and u get to enjoy empty roads and streets. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i had a really good day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944519819577536823-6837539325657093118?l=hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/6837539325657093118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/6837539325657093118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com/2008_12_01_archive.html#6837539325657093118' title='Birthdays.'/><author><name>hsc</name><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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/SVoLGRdHCYI/AAAAAAAAAeU/bbzcEUcc90U/s72-c/DSCF4119.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944519819577536823.post-6972128539440258216</id><published>2008-12-26T01:14:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T01:59:19.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodnight Smile</title><content type='html'>It's funny how my mum needs to sleep yet wanna watch Little Nonya at the same time. x)&lt;br /&gt;She struggled choosing between sleep or watch.&lt;br /&gt;In the end, the filial daughter persuaded her to sleep and she ...&lt;br /&gt;gave in to sleep. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stuggle kinda reminds me of studies &lt;em&gt;(mugging periods. Ee-yerrrr.)&lt;/em&gt; and chionging to complete my shows during those horrible days.&lt;br /&gt;But now during my free days, watching Little Nonya &lt;em&gt;with my mother&lt;/em&gt; beats lyk all taiwanese drama series I've watched. Teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 1am, when i realised mobtv has already released ep 29 and 30 instead of only stopping at 28, i knocked on mum's door and told her tt, she gave me a smile which simply tell me, "I finally understand why my daughter can always stay up so late. But now, i really need my sleep. Argh. I wish I'm having hols tmr too! &lt;strong&gt;BUT it's okay, I'll continue watching it &lt;em&gt;with her&lt;/em&gt; tmr.&lt;/strong&gt;" &lt;em&gt;(wishful thinking on my part, maybe.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, she closed the bedroom door and that was, goodnight. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love tonight.&lt;br /&gt;That smile, i thought, won all the shallow "goodnights" I said verbally almost everyday.&lt;br /&gt;But i do meant &lt;strong&gt;goodnight, really&lt;/strong&gt; every night.&lt;br /&gt;Just that saying good-night is too short if u really wanna show u care.&lt;br /&gt;While "good night, sweet dreams" is long and a lil mushy.&lt;br /&gt;While a goodnight kiss may get my hair standing and running. Extreme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really the time spent together doing smthg that matters afterall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas was simply spent at home. Dinner with family at newly-open, jammed-packed car-park due to free parking in Sebawang Shopping Centre (with so many shops still under renovation!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And before I waved goodnight,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thanks&lt;/strong&gt; for all the Christmas wishes!&lt;br /&gt;The wishes keep my Christmas &lt;em&gt;somehow&lt;/em&gt; alive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GOODNIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(waves.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944519819577536823-6972128539440258216?l=hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/6972128539440258216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/6972128539440258216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com/2008_12_01_archive.html#6972128539440258216' title='Goodnight Smile'/><author><name>hsc</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944519819577536823.post-2543906426633899035</id><published>2008-12-24T22:24:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T23:14:46.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mon 22/12.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went YumCha to celebrate Clarene's 18th! I thought the food were great ( i still love &lt;em&gt;Ha-Gao!&lt;/em&gt;)albeit the service was abit neither "&lt;em&gt;good or bad"&lt;/em&gt;. Ha. But all i care was food.&lt;br /&gt;A full person is a happy man (or turn it the other way round.) So i was pretty happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went on discovering Chinatown, paused at Red Dot Musuem (worth mentioning caused it's a red building) and strolled to Tanjong Pager MRT station unknowingly. Hopped on the mrt and headed down to Marina Sq for &lt;strike&gt;movie &lt;/strike&gt;pool. Of course i stood there and watched. Yj, pool pro-ler, wanted to teach but ooh forget it. $12 isn't cheap per hour afterall.&lt;br /&gt;Then LiF and I headed for the machines. Time Crisis is still as exciting as ever. Joy and excitement derived after killing people! :D&lt;br /&gt;But my toes were in pain all day. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283367784869735938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/SVJLAgLnLgI/AAAAAAAAAd0/0nFvWJ0VCPg/s320/DSCF4099.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Lifeng and Esther.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283367794772436082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/SVJLBFEmZHI/AAAAAAAAAd8/cL0GbDhriMc/s320/DSCF4102.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Audrey, Faith and Birthday girl. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283366566893378514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/SVJJ5m3a29I/AAAAAAAAAds/g-ilB7e8veM/s320/DSCF4088.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"We're both camera-shy-NOT". &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283368959472072818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/SVJME36oeHI/AAAAAAAAAeE/Ryl1sdNVrVc/s320/DSCF4090.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;I was too anxious to jaywalk, so u dont see everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tues 23/12 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283368964779436994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/SVJMFLsAa8I/AAAAAAAAAeM/okL-LuLYPdQ/s320/DSCF4109.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Chapel of Christ The Redeemer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went Miss Ng's Church Xmas &lt;em&gt;celebration&lt;/em&gt;? Met almost the same people again, but hmmm, reduced to 3 - Desmond, Lifeng and Esther, Alan and friends. Ha. Dinner-ed for 1 hour was pretty long till Miss Ng came out and managed to kill some of our time. x)&lt;br /&gt;Her voice's still as clear and at the same time, i tried not to make sense out of ... (aiya.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh ooh, and i hv to mention that the church was in St Hilda's Pri! My alma mater! Kind of changed alot but blue and white are always their colour then the "Go forward together, one and all.. Go forward .. and have no fear.."&lt;br /&gt;Then i was sharing with LiF that the noodle aunty cheated my 50cents. :D&lt;br /&gt;And reminds me of my bad past where i secretly take extra pocket money to buy things (cute notepads, colour pencils..) from the bookshop to &lt;em&gt;hao-lian&lt;/em&gt; to my friends. x)&lt;br /&gt;Till today, i think my mom and sis still dont know abt &lt;em&gt;this&lt;/em&gt; yet and i thought ... it was not worth mentioning anymore. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wed 24/12&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MERRY XMAS EVE! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(coloured in red and green)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went shopping with sis.&lt;br /&gt;Shopping with her can only be once in a blue moon kind of thing cuz it was ... crazy.&lt;br /&gt;We spent abt 400 within 5 hrs and i felt my heart bleeding.&lt;br /&gt;Queues at every changing rooms and food stalls.&lt;br /&gt;But, i got things that i want and i thought it was a good bargain after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, be happy for me.&lt;br /&gt;Work found me. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xmas will be nice with a log cake tmr.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944519819577536823-2543906426633899035?l=hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/2543906426633899035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/2543906426633899035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com/2008_12_01_archive.html#2543906426633899035' title=''/><author><name>hsc</name><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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/SVJLAgLnLgI/AAAAAAAAAd0/0nFvWJ0VCPg/s72-c/DSCF4099.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944519819577536823.post-3072722704342903231</id><published>2008-12-23T15:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T15:49:44.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lazy lazy lazy.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so lazy to get preapred and roll out of the house.&lt;br /&gt;I like sunny days but not today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleepy despite the 13hrs of sleep!&lt;br /&gt;Tell me i can still sleep tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ppl say new moon's not nice.&lt;br /&gt;Plus my progress of reading tells me that Edward's not coming back any moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lifeng, if u happen to see this, dont blame me if i'm LATE. :D&lt;br /&gt;It's the worms acting in my body. Not me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944519819577536823-3072722704342903231?l=hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/3072722704342903231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/3072722704342903231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com/2008_12_01_archive.html#3072722704342903231' title=''/><author><name>hsc</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944519819577536823.post-6745840887297194655</id><published>2008-12-21T17:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T18:02:19.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Job</title><content type='html'>Called cousin a moment ago and he got me this job in ... Recruit Express!&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Lyk tt's the only job agency i went to look for job and i'm gg back to work there.&lt;br /&gt;Not confirmed though (still waiting for his call and confirmation tmr or next few days..) but ...who knows?&lt;br /&gt;I may be the one interviewing u when u need a job yeah?&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. Kidding.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944519819577536823-6745840887297194655?l=hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/6745840887297194655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/6745840887297194655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com/2008_12_01_archive.html#6745840887297194655' title='Job'/><author><name>hsc</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944519819577536823.post-7880560168151289061</id><published>2008-12-21T01:47:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T02:15:23.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wave of Nostalgia.</title><content type='html'>With much feelings attached, she felt the distances between one another.&lt;br /&gt;It's time to re-arrange her thoughts and let things go.&lt;br /&gt;The good ones stay while acquaintances are afterall acquaintances.&lt;br /&gt;She has difficulties trying to know &lt;em&gt;hi-and-bye&lt;/em&gt; friends afterall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, so i'm back from bbq!&lt;br /&gt;I was acting .. pretty weird all day. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;But, I did enjoy myself though.&lt;br /&gt;The catch ups and laughters and being bhb to appear in every photo is .. fun.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HairS, quick dry. (though i'm smelling charcoal and raw chicken wings after wash.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i've still not yet receive Patrick friend's call, May.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Potential Job"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; such a lie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944519819577536823-7880560168151289061?l=hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/7880560168151289061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/7880560168151289061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com/2008_12_01_archive.html#7880560168151289061' title='Wave of Nostalgia.'/><author><name>hsc</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944519819577536823.post-4709503075143752612</id><published>2008-12-17T11:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T11:15:50.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being a Woman is still great!</title><content type='html'>I wanna say it again ...&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;em&gt;hate&lt;/em&gt; being a woman at times ..&lt;br /&gt;Because the cramp can really make me roll on the bed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh crap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"cramp cramp go away, &lt;strong&gt;dont&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;ever&lt;/strong&gt; come again another day..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944519819577536823-4709503075143752612?l=hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/4709503075143752612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/4709503075143752612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com/2008_12_01_archive.html#4709503075143752612' title='Being a Woman is still great!'/><author><name>hsc</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944519819577536823.post-8360201476277915944</id><published>2008-12-16T14:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T15:12:55.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BoredoOm.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/SUdKm7QbuBI/AAAAAAAAAdc/YdYlhRSVqLI/s1600-h/bored-to-death-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280271120717297682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/SUdKm7QbuBI/AAAAAAAAAdc/YdYlhRSVqLI/s320/bored-to-death-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Are u doing what the girl is doing?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then i tell u, u're oftenly saying, "I'm gg to die of boredom!"&lt;br /&gt;Cause i really am.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Miss Boredom Chan is so bored this morning that she went to google, "die of boredom".&lt;br /&gt;It took yahoo.com 0.00 second to come out with 7,600,000 results. (WOW!)"&lt;br /&gt;While google.com took 0.19 seconds to come out with 2,730,000 results.&lt;br /&gt;In any case, yahoo.com has won hands down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And the next moment when i publish the post, yahoo.com will hv 7,600,001 results and google.com will hv 2,730,001 results. But maybe yahoo,com will still hv 7,600,000 results cuz google supports blogspot, but not sure abt yahoo.&lt;br /&gt;Hobson-s-choice.bs.com will then either be one of the results if u search 'die of boredom' in one of the famous search-ers.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They said Elvis died of boredom, but some article said it's not possible to die of boredom.&lt;br /&gt;Saw some interesting videos though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DhyhErILbLY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DhyhErILbLY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congrats if u survive since 1 min is lyk 10mins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/H1ji5vfBer8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/H1ji5vfBer8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Give me a job im dying of boredom"&lt;br /&gt;Not from me, but that's the title of the video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Anyway, if u find saying 'bored' or 'sian uh' too cliche, u can start using the word &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/ennui"&gt;'ennui'&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time when ppl say that "You're An Asshole", take the comment with optimism because he/she is trying to say that, "You have a life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Life is All about Ass. You are either : covering it, laughing it off, kicking it, kissing it, busting it, trying to get a piece of it, behaving like one, or living with one. (They left out 'cursing it' and 'trying to avoid eye contact with it' and oh yes, 'keeping it a minimum of 50 yards from full length mirrors and swimsuit racks')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One that i like (though it's quite yucky),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Friendship is like pissing in your pants. Everyone can see it but only you can feel its true warmth. (And some friendships are like peeing in the shower. All warm for a second and then gone so quickly you could forget it was there, if only they hadn't left that funky smell in your bathroom)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944519819577536823-8360201476277915944?l=hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/8360201476277915944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/8360201476277915944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com/2008_12_01_archive.html#8360201476277915944' title='BoredoOm.'/><author><name>hsc</name><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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/SUdKm7QbuBI/AAAAAAAAAdc/YdYlhRSVqLI/s72-c/bored-to-death-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944519819577536823.post-4097496033243494185</id><published>2008-12-15T11:09:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T12:26:26.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams are not reality</title><content type='html'>Nah, the post is not gg to be abt my great ambitions, neither the qn2 of A's GP or the qn in O's. But literally dreams, which i will wake up, still thinking abt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been having __________ (*put in ur own adjective) dreams cuz i dont know how to descirbe dreams. The thing abt dream is that it doesnt make sense to me, always weird and hardly good/sweet. Sweet dreams dont exist. Mayb they do, but once in a &lt;em&gt;colourful&lt;/em&gt; moon in my body, mind and soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt abt..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Putting hamsters into the microwave oven and microwave-d them, while i witnessed them squeaking. I was fervently pressing the STOP button, but the one minute continued to count down. In the end, i saw 2 '&lt;em&gt;chao ta'&lt;/em&gt; hamsters! BLACK. (cant really rmb what happened after that.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- So after this very sadistic dream, i dont really dare to use the microwave oven &lt;em&gt;(I just used it a moment ago though)&lt;/em&gt;. But somehow opening the microwave 'door' kind of frighten me out. Keep having this image that the 2 chao ta hamsters will just jumped out and clinged on me, seeking revenge.&lt;br /&gt;Ooh .. crap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Being diagnosed with .... CANCER. Ha. Funny one.&lt;br /&gt;I think my sis was hospitalised or smth while i decided to hv a full medical check up. Then report showed that i was down with cancer (dont know what type). So i was crying bitterly when i saw my mum in the ward while i broke the news to her. And the worst thing she said calmly was .....&lt;br /&gt;"It's okay if u hv cancer. Luckily it's not ur sis. As long as ur sister is fine, everything will be alright."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- That's ... RIDICULOUS!&lt;br /&gt;I think it's the after-effect since my mum allowed my sis to put a tv on the wall in my bedroom and then, install a cable tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Important Claim&lt;/strong&gt;: My mum is fair. She loves my sis and i equally. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;Just that spending money unwisely makes me boil and escalate into jealousy in my _______ dream.&lt;br /&gt;- Plus the dream is due to the fact that ... Aunty Doreen told me abt her customers gg for brain operation cuz she has again, cancer. Then she added that doctors will STAPLE ur brain after they hv cut it open. Applies to kidneys and other organs.&lt;br /&gt;So... I was pretty disgusted and tramautised.&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, lesson u should all learn is ... &lt;strong&gt;Think before u talk.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i'm not blaming Aunty Doreen afterall. She's educating me indirectly. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Having type the 2nd dream, i actually forgotten abt the third one tt i wanna share out of many ________ dreams! Ooh man. But i'll come back when i manage to rmb it lyk deja vu. *touch wood*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;And now, i hope the ________ dreams will end here. Let me hv a good sleep tonight.&lt;br /&gt;In any case, stay tune for more of my dreams since i can nv control my dreams. Mayb i'll start killing my closest ones or myself; burn my house; eat a dinosaur i dont know. But it's a good thing as ppl say that if u can rmb ur dreams, it &lt;strong&gt;most likely&lt;/strong&gt; wont come true. I dont have any doubts abt the '&lt;strong&gt;most&lt;/strong&gt;'.&lt;br /&gt;So okay. Let me dream of killing people tonight then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only dream work lyk a vending machine. U put money in and choose the dream u want for tonight. Ha. Cool. But then, i'll be sleeping every second = dead. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm off to eat the chicken that i just took out from the microwave oven. Not hamsters.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Job hunting is .. headache.&lt;br /&gt;But Lily said smthg quite true..&lt;br /&gt;"I think u're waiting for the job to look for u, not the other way round!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But but... i did try calling many companies and send in lyk 5 resumes alreadyyyyyyyyyy. Hmfph. Just that the interviews are all at ulu ulu places. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lilian : I mean it's Sunday 2305 right now,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;while i already woke up from my sleep on Sunday! Get what i mean by LUCKY?&lt;br /&gt;eeyer..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944519819577536823-4097496033243494185?l=hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/4097496033243494185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/4097496033243494185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com/2008_12_01_archive.html#4097496033243494185' title='Dreams are not reality'/><author><name>hsc</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944519819577536823.post-6750576667966483729</id><published>2008-12-12T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T01:11:18.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrate!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Steamboat at Lily's house cum a stayover!&lt;br /&gt;Had a good time gathering together eating, chatting, watching tv, playing games and wine-ing (whining).&lt;br /&gt;x)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/SUKWgJ9gEUI/AAAAAAAAAdU/S61LTCTa0m8/s1600-h/DSCF4024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278947192405496130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/SUKWgJ9gEUI/AAAAAAAAAdU/S61LTCTa0m8/s320/DSCF4024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Good food, Good people, Good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278944054643595442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/SUKTpg4xGLI/AAAAAAAAAdM/Hchb2tGd7ds/s320/DSCF4032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The LAST one to turn 18!&lt;br /&gt;(Isn't the scrapebook lyk omg-y beautiful?!) &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278944043318609586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/SUKTo2srhrI/AAAAAAAAAdE/4FpPk5FIwAs/s320/DSCF4057.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Teehee.&lt;br /&gt;Look at tab's excited smile and the rest pretty forced smiles. &lt;br /&gt;Ha.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;From sweet 14 to &lt;em&gt;'matured'&lt;/em&gt; 18! So it's hmmm, 4 yrs of friendship already!&lt;br /&gt;And now, we're all legal people. ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And I love Lily's new house!!!&lt;br /&gt;So i'm gg to hv more more more stayovers when work doesnt bug her.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Plonked onto the bed when i reached home, took a shower, googled awhile and .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In the middle of my sleep, &lt;em&gt;(trying to sound as normal as possible)&lt;/em&gt; desmond called and ended the conversation in less than 10 seconds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where you? Okay. Bye."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Texted him and he replied, "I saw someone that looks exactly like u!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So that was the 3rd time i've been receiving such calls!&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i'ts time to find back my long lost sisters wandering aimlessly...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944519819577536823-6750576667966483729?l=hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/6750576667966483729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/6750576667966483729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com/2008_12_01_archive.html#6750576667966483729' title='Celebrate!'/><author><name>hsc</name><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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/SUKWgJ9gEUI/AAAAAAAAAdU/S61LTCTa0m8/s72-c/DSCF4024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944519819577536823.post-1215648706999242368</id><published>2008-12-08T22:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:56:48.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunny Yellow Banana Day ... NOT.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you ever feel like breaking down?&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever feel out of place?&lt;br /&gt;Like somehow you just don't belong&lt;br /&gt;And no one understands you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather should be warmer today,&lt;br /&gt;The sun should be brighter today,&lt;br /&gt;For my heart is pretty cold today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally, my actions do not reflect what my heart tells me too.&lt;br /&gt;Enough to make me feel guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how should I react when words are exchanged.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944519819577536823-1215648706999242368?l=hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/1215648706999242368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/1215648706999242368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com/2008_12_01_archive.html#1215648706999242368' title='Sunny Yellow Banana Day ... NOT.'/><author><name>hsc</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944519819577536823.post-8555945808730615772</id><published>2008-12-08T02:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T02:40:07.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Go to BED!</title><content type='html'>I'm so not craving for sleep now cuz it DOESN'T comes automatically now. I need to force myself to sleep! Lyk WHY on earth is this happening?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need not sleep but everyone to be awake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, Denise and I have came up with a wonderful (okay, still trying to &lt;em&gt;wonder&lt;/em&gt; it.) plan for next Thurs! :D&lt;br /&gt;It better works.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;em&gt;cheeky smile at Lily!&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm off to worry how to sleep tonight! :(&lt;br /&gt;Pass me 10 sleeping pills!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944519819577536823-8555945808730615772?l=hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/8555945808730615772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/8555945808730615772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com/2008_12_01_archive.html#8555945808730615772' title='Go to BED!'/><author><name>hsc</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944519819577536823.post-3572259123309926653</id><published>2008-12-07T16:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T16:56:57.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PROM 2008!</title><content type='html'>Prom's over! And after erm... 3days, i'm still having prom fever! Haha. Pretty retarded, i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Dear me have been browsing through the photos again and again taken on that night and recapping the events that took place over that night! &lt;em&gt;(Arent you doing that tooooo? Or mayb i am the only one!)&lt;/em&gt; :(&lt;br /&gt;Plus the madness rush to collect my prom ticket from Jonathan in order to check in! And connection in the undertunnel was so bad that i started to panic when i cnnt get through to Lilian and Clarene. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time flies, I cant exactly rmb how i spend my hours in the ballroom and hotel rm but everything just whizzed past within the few hours from afternoon to evening to night to midnight all the way to next morn. Yes, I felt lyk i was dreaming. Was already damn shagged when eating breakfast... even my fav ham tasted so awful when i'm tired. But... ehhhh, miraculously, i still have that "&lt;em&gt;I-still-dont-wanna-leave" &lt;/em&gt;feeling after the BK breakfast! Shhhhhhhhhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, I enjoyed my night!&lt;br /&gt;Greatest &lt;strong&gt;Thanks&lt;/strong&gt; to whoever involved! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saddest thing is that everyone's leaving Singapore! Arghhh..&lt;br /&gt;For Hokkaido, Taiwan, HongKong, Shanghai, and &lt;em&gt;i-dunno-where-else, &lt;strong&gt;BON VOYAGE&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;/em&gt;(with a tinge of jealousy!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's time to hmmmmm, find &lt;em&gt;another thing&lt;/em&gt; to look forward tooo! :D&lt;br /&gt;Plan, Plan PLAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, Prom photo's on Facebook. Thereee, See your face there in the book! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=53529&amp;amp;id=724454016&amp;amp;ref=mf"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=53529&amp;amp;id=724454016&amp;amp;ref=mf&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=53535&amp;amp;id=724454016&amp;amp;ref=mf"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=53535&amp;amp;id=724454016&amp;amp;ref=mf&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944519819577536823-3572259123309926653?l=hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/3572259123309926653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/3572259123309926653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com/2008_12_01_archive.html#3572259123309926653' title='PROM 2008!'/><author><name>hsc</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944519819577536823.post-2024400486564326489</id><published>2008-12-03T17:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T17:34:09.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://shinscancerblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;http://shinscancerblog.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Got to this web from Munyee's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salute this mother who's battling cancer for her selflessness, courage, optimism and acceptance.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;While we complain life's boring, she counts her blessing.&lt;br /&gt;She inspires.&lt;br /&gt;She tells you how important family and friends' support are when facing the grim reaper.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;From her blog,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Let's say I have five months to live and I divide that time up into the Five Stages of Grief: denial, anger, bargaining, depression, acceptance. What a waste of four months that would be. If I just skip the first four stages and go straight to acceptance, then I can have five good months instead of just one. "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Simply written yet much to ponder about.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944519819577536823-2024400486564326489?l=hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/2024400486564326489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/2024400486564326489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com/2008_12_01_archive.html#2024400486564326489' title=''/><author><name>hsc</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944519819577536823.post-8906035871605795067</id><published>2008-12-03T02:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T02:46:16.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alright. I'm not sure if i'm heading for the right thing. Or i've made the right decision? Lyk omg, i cant take blows!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everything turns out smooth and fine. If not, i'm really heading for some deep shit. (Finger crossed) &lt;br /&gt;Pls pls pls let it be one good experience! I meant BEST. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So so so, so much that i'm suffering from insomnia now! Urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tmr will be the 7TH time down  novena sq ---&gt; ttsh since last week. :(&lt;br /&gt;For a good cause, it is. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though my eyes have been playing tricks on me and pocket's burnt, causing heartaches, then mayb eye sight to fail (?) these 2 days have been fun. I get to complain alot and enjoy more freedom of speech. And be more truthful to myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944519819577536823-8906035871605795067?l=hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/8906035871605795067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/8906035871605795067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com/2008_12_01_archive.html#8906035871605795067' title=''/><author><name>hsc</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944519819577536823.post-8474377140460155378</id><published>2008-11-30T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T00:18:54.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm downright disappointed. Lyk how the human chain game will always appear in an outing. !!&lt;a href="mailto:!!!@#$%^$%"&gt;!@#$%^$%&lt;/a&gt;^ I know I'm not an exception too. Mayb i'm just mad at myself for not being considerate enough. But it's okay, i've managed to hunt victims to vent my anger on and i'm feeling much better now, at least. x(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i'm pretty looking forward to tmr right now, i suppose? The class outing with 2 teachers who generously pour their hard-earned moolahs on students (assuming i'mgonna get a treat!), then shopping with Denise plus this small chance qx may bring us to David Yim's Ice Cream shop and have a taste at the wonder of ex-teacher's ice cream parlour. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ANDDDDDDD it's Lily and Shatyin's first day work tmr, which is worth jotting down ...&lt;br /&gt;... cuz i've lost 2 partners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I just felt lyk telling Regina, Caroline and Tabitha to kill those projects and sleep with ur notes under ur pillows (diffusion may occur!)!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944519819577536823-8474377140460155378?l=hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/8474377140460155378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/8474377140460155378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#8474377140460155378' title=''/><author><name>hsc</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944519819577536823.post-456434550255372246</id><published>2008-11-28T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T00:30:12.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>Okay. Due to the great and outdated influence, I've officially ditched blogger, dramas, and i-dont-know-what-else (maybe friends! Ha.) for that addictive gadget. Received a generous donation from my cousin who ditched his psp after he got his license and ... who possibly cant hit the 8 round buttons while controlling 1 round steering wheel. And it was recharging and hitting the buttons, recharging and hitting the buttons, recharging and hitting the buttons ....., to complete the Mission (Lee: "Wow! the game will do. Mission is too big for u to cope with!") Boring routine right? But my fingers think it's fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, i ran out of what to write.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe till i come to the fact that the 8 buttons are too much for my 10 fingers to handle, I'll think of what then to blog.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944519819577536823-456434550255372246?l=hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/456434550255372246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/456434550255372246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#456434550255372246' title='Random'/><author><name>hsc</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944519819577536823.post-8323543269178845839</id><published>2008-11-22T01:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T01:27:16.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A's OVER!</title><content type='html'>I feel more like a human these days, with life.&lt;br /&gt;I get to enjoy the morning sun and the fresh air. I have all time in the world to walk slowly, to breathe slowly, to talk slowly w/o having to 'synchronise your watch with the wall clock on my right' - battle against time. Oooh, and snooze the alarm 1001 times! Tee hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Job hunt today failed. While the other 2 are already employed. All becuz of ... prom! Which is quite a big headache now after Clarene's "Only 1 Week Away!" alarm. (Esther: Where got only 1 week?) :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the evening, great friends of Audrey send her off for Sydney (!). She's already on her 7hrs ride in SQ. Bon Voyage, till you're back!&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm jealous. You see, one get to go Tokyo while the other lehhhhhhhhhhh? Canada for months. I'm officially jealous. x(&lt;br /&gt;So, the next one who's leaving Singapore for HK, Taiwan, Aus or etc, hmmmm, pack ur luggage and leave quietly. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat tmr. Sat will be a good day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944519819577536823-8323543269178845839?l=hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/8323543269178845839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/8323543269178845839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#8323543269178845839' title='A&apos;s OVER!'/><author><name>hsc</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944519819577536823.post-2779973630988947257</id><published>2008-11-16T01:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T01:48:38.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fish massage!</title><content type='html'>Visited Dr Fishes (what the shop calls them) today! Ha. Mum's recommendation - the best way to remove all the dead skins. It was so ticklish at first that sis and i couldnt stop giggling. Ha.  At the same time, i was so amazed by them(points below) that i couldnt stop taking pictures! :X&lt;br /&gt;And when my dad's joined in, all fishes were attracted to his feet and very lil came to ours. In the end, i put my legs deeper into the water and there, the fishes were attracted to my feet again. Ha! Interesting creatures from Turkey?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/SR8GxaYBfoI/AAAAAAAAAcs/pv-TxGwwb2s/s1600-h/Image488.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/SR8GxaYBfoI/AAAAAAAAAcs/pv-TxGwwb2s/s320/Image488.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268937535010209410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/SR8Gw8wqDzI/AAAAAAAAAck/rbqCWfMo52I/s1600-h/Image497.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/SR8Gw8wqDzI/AAAAAAAAAck/rbqCWfMo52I/s320/Image497.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268937527060467506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/SR8GwtzVdOI/AAAAAAAAAcc/uHL8eC5Lk5c/s1600-h/Image491.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/SR8GwtzVdOI/AAAAAAAAAcc/uHL8eC5Lk5c/s320/Image491.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268937523045168354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/SR8GwuQFBkI/AAAAAAAAAcU/_GCrLczli0M/s1600-h/Image502.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/SR8GwuQFBkI/AAAAAAAAAcU/_GCrLczli0M/s320/Image502.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268937523165726274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After about an hour (when mum's finally done with her massage!), we dried our feet and omg, our feet became so smooth! Ha. &lt;br /&gt;So i promise to visit the shop again! Feels kind of comfortable though it's ticklish at the start. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh. Heard from mum that japan has this place for the whole body, all the way to your neck! Which is really, too extreme!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And crab claypot today is, heaven!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944519819577536823-2779973630988947257?l=hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/2779973630988947257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/2779973630988947257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#2779973630988947257' title='Fish massage!'/><author><name>hsc</name><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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/SR8GxaYBfoI/AAAAAAAAAcs/pv-TxGwwb2s/s72-c/Image488.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944519819577536823.post-1091889845501775014</id><published>2008-11-15T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T00:25:45.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What a birthday celebration in school which madeit into STOMP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://singaporeseen.stomp.com.sg/singaporeseen/viewContent.jsp?id=41849&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944519819577536823-1091889845501775014?l=hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/1091889845501775014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/1091889845501775014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#1091889845501775014' title=''/><author><name>hsc</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944519819577536823.post-6274976611489694241</id><published>2008-11-14T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T23:23:17.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wish I have an AXS or SAM's machine in the house.&lt;br /&gt;3.5 months since last bill was made. Singtel's after me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sorry, your subscriber's phone is not in service. &lt;strike&gt; Please try again later&lt;/strike&gt;. Caused the suscriber has not paid his/her bill. Please encourage his/her to do so asap."&lt;br /&gt;You know why.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944519819577536823-6274976611489694241?l=hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/6274976611489694241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/6274976611489694241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#6274976611489694241' title=''/><author><name>hsc</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944519819577536823.post-4826033635829359054</id><published>2008-11-14T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T00:45:42.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>21ST BIRTHDAY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/SR2O8VC04tI/AAAAAAAAAcM/vSbJ-WzpsSM/s1600-h/DSCF3634.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268524306185642706" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/SR2O8VC04tI/AAAAAAAAAcM/vSbJ-WzpsSM/s320/DSCF3634.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SIS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you know me well, this lady is never a good chat buddy of mine. We hardly exchanged words despite the close proximity since 10 sentences all we need to spark off a fight/quarrel and get my mum worried. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought such great repulsion's because we are like poles. We have the same habits like bitting/chewing on our nails (:3 , how we cant resist seafood, and having a spoilt tap. However, definitely different in the way we act and think. I wish, the poles will be charged someday and turn into a like current.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But since it's her 'great leap' in life, she had erased all karmas. I shall be forgiving and forgive her for all her cruel acts and words on me. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So below is her celebration at DT. 1 day before 'Great' Paper! How i went there feeling guilty-ridden and stuffed myself with all the food to make my presence worthwhile. :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/SR2KjqwGbRI/AAAAAAAAAcE/w9zqFPiWHNw/s1600-h/DSCF3605.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268519484469439762" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/SR2KjqwGbRI/AAAAAAAAAcE/w9zqFPiWHNw/s320/DSCF3605.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four Leaves' best chocolate cake.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/SR2EPIX2siI/AAAAAAAAAbs/4EysGAzykOc/s1600-h/DSCF3609.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268512534573789730" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/SR2EPIX2siI/AAAAAAAAAbs/4EysGAzykOc/s320/DSCF3609.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How sometimes we yearn for a brother.&lt;br /&gt;But you see, my father's the MAN! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/SR2HYvFREAI/AAAAAAAAAb8/ZAAqehxs7qE/s1600-h/DSCF3607.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268515998118514690" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/SR2HYvFREAI/AAAAAAAAAb8/ZAAqehxs7qE/s320/DSCF3607.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her sec sch yakky pals whose often the cause of the loss of my beauty sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/SR2EO0EqweI/AAAAAAAAAbk/irE4GQsVNfI/s1600-h/DSCF3615.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268512529124606434" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/SR2EO0EqweI/AAAAAAAAAbk/irE4GQsVNfI/s320/DSCF3615.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My lovely cousin's kids who calls me AUNTY who likes to scare adults with balloons!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268512538689035794" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/SR2EPXtAXhI/AAAAAAAAAb0/WIFq0mXzV5U/s320/mummy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The best woman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tt's the night i managed to exchange more words with my sis in peace. So, it's quite a memorable night! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And omg, left with 1 more paper to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;lalala~ &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944519819577536823-4826033635829359054?l=hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/4826033635829359054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/4826033635829359054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#4826033635829359054' title='21ST BIRTHDAY!'/><author><name>hsc</name><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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-tb_MZADWcc/SR2O8VC04tI/AAAAAAAAAcM/vSbJ-WzpsSM/s72-c/DSCF3634.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944519819577536823.post-538432350196896919</id><published>2008-11-09T17:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T17:56:36.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My mind wonders alot during exam period. I can be reading the questions a thousand times, but i'm not digesting them. Instead, LIFE comes in. What i wanna do with it and etc. Life, shld be more exciting than sitting on the chair with some papers, pen and calculator in front. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I start to have great ambitions. At least, dream about some of the impossible. &lt;br /&gt;To become a volunteer in those poorer countries, become a good chef or other jobs which i only need to interact with ppl with a big big heart - so that i wouldnt die under evil plot or traps. Or take up risk-taking job lyk PI, (since ppl are getting more and more interested in others affairs!) so that i die in excitement and not boredom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, a reality check. Interaction with my 0.38 pen, EL-509V and PAPERS are still required for a week or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i'm super scared for phys tmr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish, when i wake up tmr, it's already 10yrs down the road.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944519819577536823-538432350196896919?l=hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/538432350196896919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/538432350196896919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#538432350196896919' title=''/><author><name>hsc</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944519819577536823.post-2198424234757605163</id><published>2008-11-07T18:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T19:07:50.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You just need to do your best!</title><content type='html'>As i was brooding over the loss of marks this week which seems too much of a blow for me, i received a call from the optimist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Rmb, You dont have to be the best, just need to do your best.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I've gave it a good shot. 2 yrs is too short for me to grasp everything, considering how i've always been that bad in time management. I've this really bad feeling when march comes next year. Mayb i'll break into tears or smth when the tension in the hall is too overwhelming for me! Ha. I'm starting to imagine and prepared for the worst. But no matter what, if the worst really comes, i always believe there's this inner power that'll drive us further in life. Life wont stop then. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How we all cant accept the fact that results make us who we are. Or how ppl judge you by your results. But i see the point why there're difficult papers. I thought the U's in all the test and exams have made me more positive or, hmmm, perhaps make me less results-oriented as compared to the past. Ha. There's still this fine thin line between a good result vs a job you enjoy? Yea? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunt always said, '人比人，气死人!' Mayb i've starting to see the light. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've battled it half. Half of the A's gone! Ooh gosh. I see my rewards coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How all excitement awaits. And how my sisters seems more excited than i am. While my mum's cant wait for me to get a driving license. And get my hands on the parachute, snorkel, ice skate, and whatever except notes. :D   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls and boys, give it your best then!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944519819577536823-2198424234757605163?l=hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/2198424234757605163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/2198424234757605163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#2198424234757605163' title='You just need to do your best!'/><author><name>hsc</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944519819577536823.post-2529242469346115121</id><published>2008-10-31T02:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T02:35:03.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Freaking 2.30am now yet my mind's in a whirl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant believe, it's ...&lt;br /&gt;19 more days!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944519819577536823-2529242469346115121?l=hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/2529242469346115121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/2529242469346115121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html#2529242469346115121' title=''/><author><name>hsc</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944519819577536823.post-5363376953129805937</id><published>2008-10-29T01:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T01:59:55.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Library's been my home these days. While cwp's the nearest paradise. Pretty sad.&lt;br /&gt;But i'm starting to smell the good things. :) &lt;br /&gt;Plus all the mixed emotions, YOU know what i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not heated up for the big thing, just hmmm, hope i dont end up with all the IFs in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've no idea why i'm taking things pretty lightly, at this critical juncture. Though i'm really scared. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh. So not right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's this Music Technology course in SP? Not musically inclined, but! It's really good for ppl who love instruments and learning smth they like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsktsk.&lt;br /&gt;It's just ... such a stark contrast! &lt;br /&gt;Ha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944519819577536823-5363376953129805937?l=hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/5363376953129805937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944519819577536823/posts/default/5363376953129805937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hobson-s-choice.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html#5363376953129805937' title=''/><author><name>hsc</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
