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Haha, am so bo liao....now am at arts with yan then he ask me go try this iq test....think i have done this before but =P

http://web.tickle.com/invite?test=3001&type=t

haha go try la!~

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Congratulations, Tay!
Your IQ score is 136

This number is based on a scientific formula that compares how many questions you answered correctly on the Classic IQ Test relative to others.

Your Intellectual Type is Visionary Philosopher. This means you are highly intelligent and have a powerful mix of skills and insight that can be applied in a variety of different ways. Like Plato, your exceptional math and verbal skills make you very adept at explaining things to others — and at anticipating and predicting patterns. And that's just some of what we know about you from your IQ results.

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Descriptive Classifications of Intelligence Quotients

IQ Description % of Population
130+ Very superior 2.2%
120-129 Superior 6.7%
110-119 High average 16.1%
90-109 Average 50%
80-89 Low average 16.1%
70-79 Borderline 6.7%
Below 70 Extremely low 2.2%

140 Top Civil Servants; Professors and Research Scientists.
130 Physicians and Surgeons; Lawyers; Engineers (Civil and Mechanical)
120 School Teachers; Pharmacists; Accountants; Nurses; Stenographers; Managers.
110 Foremen; Clerks; Telephone Operators; Salesmen; Policemen; Electricians.
100+ Machine Operators; Shopkeepers; Butchers; Welders; Sheet Metal Workers.
100- Warehousemen; Carpenters; Cooks and Bakers; Small Farmers; Truck and Van Drivers.
90 Laborers; Gardeners; Upholsterers; Farmhands; Miners; Factory Packers and Sorters.

http://iq-test.learninginfo.org/iq04.htm




My msn nick of late has been undergoing a high turn-over rate =P For some time it was "finally, things are going my way." Then yesterday, I changed it to "I need closure, why am I still thinking of him...I'm so pathetic" which was in line with my nostalgic post yesterday. It feels too depressing though...and maybe it's getting a wee bit more attention than I'd like. I dun think I want everyone to ask me what's wrong and really decided I'm pathetic. As yan puts it, I'm wu2 ke3 jui4 yao4 (= no medicine can help). Ahaha, anyway our conversation ended with us agreeing that the world is just so big and vast that basically everything we do is crap cuz we don't really make a difference in the largest scheme of things. Wahha, shortform: Life is shit.

Another seemingly unremarkable day...that is until I was rushing home for my piano lesson. I was at Arts and lucky for me, my parents had just finished with the physiotherapy at NUH so they could give me a lift back. So, there i was standing at the busstop outside the Arts central library waiting for 5 plus minutes. For the record, I hate to wait cuz it feels so pathetic...you are at the mercy of the other party's punctuality or lack of. Anyway, I was trying to remain inconspicous and fiddling with my handphone to look busy.

tick tock....

should be here any min now....better look out for them if not my mum would kick up a fuss if she caught me daydreaming and launch into a lecture about how I'm not observant....PULease.... sheesh

Hmmm...loads of cars passing by....count the number of empty taxis whizzing by...Murphy's law has it in for me today.

BECAUSE, I saw this guy like 100m away from me staring at me with a look of concentration. Then I stared back...hmmm long hair...the familiar smirk...GOD!! could it be??? It was Jin Hao, my first boyfriend!!

My brain was in total retard mode but I managed a smile back. Sigh, 3 years we have been in NUS but not once have we bumped into each other until today. And today even with a lesson in Arts, I was dressed sloppy in my red nike (fake one from kl)t-back top and berms with slippers...and looked absolutely dorky with my specs perched on my nose. I just had to look like crap before I see him...not that it really matters but it's really just my ego talking now.

Then we talked. For the first time since that stupid phonecall (that was after the breakup and when kelvin was into me but JH kinda spoilt whatever chance we had by calling me up and getting me infatuated over him again), we were capable of polite conversation. Most of the times, I'd rather avoid him. In fact, I still would but today, I had no where to run.

Then just as i was feeling more at ease with talking to him, my parents' car arrived. I felt like a geek saying that I had to go cuz my parents was here. This is what I used to say to him at times when I did not need him to send me home (bus of cuz). Crap.

Anyway, it's freaky freaky freaky. I'd rather not remember that part of my life if I could. Came home feeling slightly lousy but could not dwell on it as I had a lesson to prepare for.

NOW I SAY: BEGONE GHOSTS OF THE PAST!!

I'M A NEW WOMAN!!~


ahaha

=P




Am feeling kinda low rite now.

I was just wasting time checking out my Friendster lists when I saw his profile picture: The Little Prince and this flashflood of memories and feelings that I thought I had rid myself off just came crashing down on me. I mean, this has been his profile picture for a long time now but just now when I saw it, I just felt a deep regret for how things turned out between him and me.

I was his first girlfriend. He told me that I was the only person that he had ever truly opened up to. And I felt so honoured that he let me into his world. I thought that we were so right for each other that I even fantasized about marriage, something quite out of character for me. But in the end, all this was not enough. Three years has passed and I'm back in the same emotional rut.

I felt really betrayed by him when he decided that a long distance relationship wouldn't work out and when he suddenly told me that he did not love me anymore. I really cannot understand how can someone so in love just fall out of love like that. Why is it that I have to face this betrayal twice?? When we were first starting out, he made a fancy promise not to hurt me. But he is the person who made me cried the hardest.

But I really miss him...not the him now...but the jeremy who was with me for the two years during JC. The person who would do anything for me just to make me happy, would give into my demands and let me nag at him for not taking care of himself properly. I was so dependent on him back then. We were classmates so we sat together during lectures and tutorials, studied together in libraries. And when we went home after school or dates, we would immediately be back on the phone or sms each other incessantly. In short, our lives revolved around each other.

When he flew off, he would still call me sometimes or would fly back to Singapore nearing my birthday. But after sometime, he told me that he liked another...

I just couldn't go on living like this, ready to throw everything down at the sound of his voice on my phone when whatever hopes I had was extinguished mercilessly. Yet, I cannot blame him. Some says absence makes the heart grow fonder but in this case, the opposite is closer to the truth. I need to move on. I need closure and this gave me the perfect excuse to get over him. I told him never to call me again.

Does he still think about me? Maybe. All I want from him now is to never forget what we had.

Right now, I can only wait and see what else life has in store for me. I take too long to mourn over failed relationships (4yrs and 3 yrs respectively). I need help.




I refer to an article by URBAN [The Straits Times] 25/8/05 similarly titled: ATTACK OF THE CLONES. In a nutshell, this article, written by self-proclaimed fashionistas and commented on by fashion 'pundits', is one that criticises Singaporean GIRLS' fashion sense or lack thereof according to them.

I qoute: "Express yourself, Madonna's anthem to woman once went. But when it comes to fashion, Singapore women would clearly rather hide behind a uniform. We're talking about the standard ensemble of a skimpy, sleeveless top teemed with tight jeans worn low-slung. An exposed band of midriff flesh is optional, though favoured. Heels, flats and sneakers complete the look."

I do not doubt the truth in the above paragraph for I myself along with many of my friends are guilty of the above dress-up. But indeed, what are we really guilty of? The article lashes out at the most well-rehearsed excuses bandied about, like the need for comfort, our sickeningly humid and hot weather, and because the look is in vogue. Granted, I can understand these fashion pundits' exasperation and imagine them tearing their hair (wigs?) out at the last reason for those in the know would realise that this look actually started five years ago and somehow ended up perpetually stuck in our wardrobes.

But this article raises an important point about our society's need to conform even in the arena of fashion. I'm not talking about our so-called uniform look but about how people stare when you dress differently. Let me get this straight, you want to dress differently but you don't want people to stare? What is the point of dressing differently? Personal preference? Boredom and disdain regarding current looks or the need to shock and excite yourself or others. The key word being 'DIFFERENT', just see yourself as on a mission to re-educate your fellow counterparts in the world of creative dressing and heck those stares or embrace them. Just don't naively expect to be ignored if your dressing is out to bewilder, shock or dumbfound people.

*Important disclaimer: Before you aim to wreak fashion vengence on us improvished mortals, get it right because creative fashion dangerously borders on the abyss of plain bad fashion sense (along with big gaudy flower prints found in your grandma's closet).

Now back to the important question of whether we are really at fault for the way we dress. I'd like to first define 'we' in terms of students from tweens to university-going gals because we are the ones mostly carrying off this look (Not to mention that we can still carry it off). Ahah! There's your answer! It's cuz we are freaking students who generally have no fixed income to splurge on clothes ( And darlings, I'm not even talking about Ferragamo or Christian Dior!). So unless those fashion pundits who earns oodles of moolah can spare me some, they would be think before they speak. Okie, so they say that you don't need tons of moolah to dress creatively. But forgive me for not shopping in flea markets, 2nd hand shops and at the Salvation Army. These are places where you'd probably get more inspired clothings but I'd really like to know where my clothes have been. Anyway, the tweens and teens are mostly stuck in their uniforms 5 days a week so the only time you'll see them in going-out clothes is when they flood the town on weekends. So, the people you are most likely to see in town, out of uniform, are the Uni students (that includes me!).

So let me put things in perspective for those so-called fashion pundits who soooo neatly classify clothes into 2 categories: function wear and fashion clothes. Dylan Boey from URBAN writes that function clothes are for getting lunch from the market across the road, washing cars....blahblah and that fashion clothes are for flair and fun. He is not wrong. But for us uni gals, function clothes has to be fashion wear or rather, fashion wear has to be function clothes. (I'm just going to expound on a case example, namely me, so this is not meant to be a generalized take on all uni students) I'm from the Science faculty, meaning that besides going for lectures and tutorials, I have lab work. There are safety regulations concerning lab wear, especially if you are working with chemicals or biohazardous stuff that can mutate your cells. Which means, you jolly well wear those long pants and covered shoes. Of cuz, there are bound to be flouters of this safety regulations but this slight hitch has already limitted my choice of clothes on days when I have lab sessions. On the otherhand, when I have lessons in the Arts faculty, I'd tend to dress up and embrace my sandals or flip-flops. Trust me, you'd WOULDN't want to wear 3 inch heels around in NUS (my uni) because of all the hills and slopes and stairs you have to climb. IT WOULD BE ALMOST SUICIDAL!

Anyway, this example kinda explains my choice of foot-wear. How about the ubiquitous jeans?? Lab work is a consideration but not the sole reason. I do wear fluffy skirts, jeans skirts, long skirts...in short I do have a fashion life outside my jeans. And so do the other girls in NUS, judging from what I see. But for me, I'll only wear my skirts on days when I don't have anything important to do like meeting professors or stuff. It's just the image you'd want to project. Personally, I adore my blingblings (earrings, bracelets, necklaces, belts...accessories galore!) and a fren of mine once commented that she thinks I have the funkiest earring collection in school cuz I rotate my ear-wear daily. But try meeting your professors (in my case, it would be to discuss my on-going projects. I'm not talking about casual meetings to clarify doubts raised during lecture) in a flouncy skirt paired with a spahgetti and topped up with chandelier earrings. I'd come across as an air-head. I want to be taken seriously (goddammit, this guy is gonna be writing my referral letters for god's sake!) and short being over the top and wearing a suit, I choose my jeans.

Finally, the most important reason of all. The very reason for me writing this long-winded post. Two words, Singaporean guys. Now, before the male species come bearing pitchforks and whatnots, hear me out. I don't mean this to be a simple blame-pushing exercise.

URBAN: "It's understandable for men to not fare better as menswear options are traditionally limited. But women, with their kaleidoscopic array of retail options to choose from?"

Granted that these are perfectly legitimite reasons for our men to dress the way they do due to limited options and traditionally more costly prices for menswear. But honestly, I don't have much qualms with a graphic prints t-shirt paired with berms or trendy jeans so long as it makes you look good. It's the laid-back casual look or the Sunshine boys (the kind that looks like he's ready to head off to the beach anytime) look that most guys try to emulate with varying degrees of success. But you see, that IS the problem. This is how our guys dress...ANYWHERE or ANYTIME be it for dates, outings or shopping expeditions with their gf.

We would look like an ABSOLUTE fool beside them if we wore our 'sleeveless sundress or chich highwaisted cigarette pants' (these are Dylan Boey's personal favs for us gals). We girls can up the glam factor anytime but can our guys get with it? We are just being considerate when we dress down with jeans. Besides, who says that clothes are the only way to express out individuality? I push the cause for accessories again!! My cheap way to get maximum milage out of your tired wardrobe choices.

Another point about our so-called kaleidoscope of retail clothings. Most are simply put, boring office wear. Why would I want to buy mature women clothings now when I have the rest of my life to immerse myself in it? It's a vicious cycle. Retailers think we want conformist clothes so they import them and woman buy them cuz they are there. Anyway, the more exciting wears are mainly formal or for cocktail parties. Other than that, the japanese-inspired or the taiwanese pseudo-jap inspired fashion. Now, I'm big on Japanese culture and fashion but trust me, some of their clothings are just kooky. And note that they are kooky but not cheap. Even if I were willing to do as the Japanese gals and work at dolling myself upself for a minimum of 2 hours before even stepping out of the house, some of our guys just like us the way we were. Au natural and unpretentious. Actually, I think that some of them gets threatened by too trendy gals...so this puts us in a no-win situation.

Besides, isn't it better to actually have out beauty sleep then to wake up 2 hours early and try to conceal dark eye circles? I rest my case.



A picture of japanese fashion
*The author is just a poor student so don't sue her. This commentary is based on exchanges and shared sentiments between her friends who also read the URBAN article.





I think I very Kawaii in this picture!! ahahaha!!.....weitzer is signing my nick one zero. Yilin sounds like 1-0 in Chinese and therefore during secondary school my nick underwent many permutations. Come soccer season, I was known as one-nil.





Another one...I'm really scared of cake now. Tell you something: propping my cake is my yue4 bing3 (moon cake) which cost $2.20. Ahha...





Us + Shiling whom we bumped into outside the Mac near the Clementi interchange. See my bengawan solo black forest cake!! I had to eat 2 slices.....ohoh the calories!~ =(





4 beauties again...Gal power!~





3 pretties!!~





beauty and the beasts....ahah go ahead and puke but this is my day!! So whatever I say goes!





I like this picture alot..so fun...but weitzer!! what's with that weird pose!~ ahah..anyway, thanks for choosing me over your books





another nice pic...pity the weird yellow thing on the picture





Another with the girls acting demure while the guys are the backdrop. Did I mention that they stole my share of the 7 scoop ice-cream while i was away????? SAD sia......but they made it up with a 2 scoop one for me....but...crap...I din even get to see how a 7 scoop ice-cream platter look like!!~ =(





18/8/05: Front: Weitzer, xyz, me, yuanwei. Back: Flora, Weiqi and Mingli. We are at NUS munchie monkeys cafe and have just finished our cheapcheap pasta meals + icecream dessert~ So sad. No brownies.




Finally, it's August the 18th, the day I turn 21. No car keys yet but no worries as I'm really sure you guys don't want me on the road. Although I passed my driving on 2nd try, me thinks that I owe my passing grade to someone up there. Obviously, that person really really likes me or he/she wanted to see a free show (=me getting lost; I'm hopeless in remembering roads). Besides, I lurveeee being chauffered around...

As usual, I'm in the spider lab bumming. I was counting on finding Matthew to ask him about my spider trials but damn, I find myself alone in the lab. Which actually is not such a bad thing as the lab is really a nice place equipped with computers, a hi-fi as well as a coffee n snack corner (supposed to be my table but anyway...). Am trying to read some texts on ecology and experiments in ecology. But unfortunately, I'm still stuck in at the introduction.

After reading through my previous posts, I realise that I tended to be somewhat tongue-in-cheek smartypants. I mean everything that I wrote earlier but I was so obviously hiding my deeper thoughts so as to not offend friends who read my blog. Also, I was not writing about things that I really care about. So far, my blog is just an ego trip. Which is not a bad thing since it keeps in spirit with the name of my blog.

From now however, I'd be entering PHASE 2 of my blogging journey =) Hope you'll stick around still =P.

mature lin


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And now, back to the princess.

Firstly, a big sorry to xyz and thanks for making me feel better. If it makes you feel better, you are not the first and only victim of my falling alseep on the phone.

I woke at 9 a.m this morning, geared to do some last minute practise before my music lesson at 11.30 a.m. Luckily, I did some sporadic practices during the week as my mom made me help her with the praying (ancestral). By the time I was done with burning paper money, it was 11 a.m and I was still in my pjs.

Currently, I'm doing a Beethoven (pronounced: Beet-Ho-ven and not Bay-tho-ven)sonata "Pathetique", the first and second movement. For those who have no idea what I'm talking about, just go to your Windows media player >> music search >> 'Pathetique Op 13' to listen to a short music clip. I adored this song the first time i heard it 7 years ago on a Jap drama (The 2nd movement is really popular so I think most people should have heard it before.)and so I went online to search the name of the piece.

*Don't ask me how I do it but I think I'm quite proficient in finding obscure music online...I even did that for another piece of music from Kenshin (which turned out to be from an opera)*

Anyway, playing (or rather, trying to play) Beethoven has made me feel more satisfied that I have ever been. He's my kind of composer because he's just so temperamental. The opening of the first movement starts with a bang and immediately softens and the colours of his composition are just so rich that I feel so overwhelmed. Also, knowing the history behind this sonata made me more aware of how he was feeling when he was composing. Pathetique was written around the time his mother passed away and basically, Beethoven was a miserable man. Talented but still not fully appreciated by the aristocrats. He endured many heartbreaks and failed loves due to his low standing and high ideals and if that was not enough, he was losing his hearing.

I'm inspired to really play his pieces well and to bring out the colours the best i can but right now, I still have to contend with aching arms. His pieces require great stamina and I frequently get cramps during my practises. My arms would get really hot and tight from the lactic acid buildup. For people who knows piano, I think you'd understand what I'm saying. You just have to cut up your brain: Left hand is fast, steady and soft at first while the right starts soft with staccato and builds-up slowly to ff (=very loud aka bang on the piano). The control involved is very delicate and require alot of concentration. I don't think my piano can take the abuse much longer. It's about as old as I am, the touch is slow and the sound of the bottom register is loud but not full while the top register is thin and muted. I think I might break a string soon with all my banging. Hehhe but that is also why I like his pieces...I get to bang the piano!~

Another reason why I like his pieces is because they are so sad and dark and I play dark pieces well. My proudest moment was when I sat for my Grade 7 piano exams at YMS (Young Musician Society) near CHJIMES and the National Arts Museum. It was quite a bad day as my exams was at 9 a.m and I was almost late because I could not get a cab to town. When I walked into the examination room, I was a nervous wreak with frozen mush for a brain. I had trouble remembering my scales fast enough and my hands were cold and clammy. I hate scales by the way =). Finally, I prepared to play my first piece by Mozart (For examinations, we have to play 3 pieces representing different music time periods from the prescribed syllabus). The whole piece was four pages long and it went rather well until the the 4th page. I was going to end soon (half way through the last page!!) when I suddenly lost it.

For me, after practising some pieces for so long, some parts comes to your fingers automatically. I don't have to think or look at the piece and it's as if those fingers are not mine but someone else. I am not aware of what I'm doing. However, when I regain consciousness suddenly, it's like I'm thrown into a deep dark ocean and I can't find my way. This was what happened then. I suddenly woke up and I couldn't find where I was on the page. My music stalled. I was horrified. I stared and stared and the page but I just could not find where I was. And this was the first time like that happened during exams. In the end, the examiner let me start again from the top of page 4.

I was cursing myself like crazy because, I never ever had any problems with the 4th page. So by the time i was ready to start on the 2nd piece, I was feeling an ultimate low. However, this was lucky in a way as my 2nd piece was a dark song. I loved that piece alot when i was learning it and i took the shortest time ever to learn it. By the 2nd lesson, I was playing the song almost flawlessly. The 2nd piece was supposed to encompass regret, sadness tinged with anger and resignation then memories about better times before sinking back into depression. So, I was in my element.

The exam room i was in was a small room with wooden shutters and wood flooring and the piano was placed in the middle of the room so it felt very lonely. Coupled with my depressed mode, i delivered the piece as it should. And I scored 29/30 for that piece...a grade 7 piece somemore...wahha...as for my first piece, i scored 25/30. The examiner said it was a pity i could not find my way if not he would have given me higher marks. By the way....passing mark is 20/30.

Ahha...that ranks high up on one of my proudest moments. To think that after the exams, I went home to my bed and cried my eyes out.

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Have to go now to munchie monkeys to meet my friends for my bdae dinner celebration =)

Ciao






sangee and me...it's my birthday and we're are both four and tiny.





sangee and me




Recently, thanks to the wonders of internet and instant messaging, I was able to fill part of the void in my heart that I've kept for so long. Although many years have passed whilst both of us repeatedly replayed the scenes of 'what-ifs' and 'what-could-have-beens' in our heads, the treasured memories of yesteryear remains close to our hearts.

My childhood bestest friend Sangeeta.

This is an ode to our friendship, written by her to me (taken from her blog: http://www.geets.diary-x.com/ )

Tuesday, August 16, 2005
renewal

9 years ago, there lived a gawky specimen of a child. she wore huge plastic frames, had masses of curly hair, and had a gap between her teeth.

in the evenings, she would go to her best friend place, which was just a few houses away. if she was in, they would go for walks around the neighbourhood. talking about exams, and school, and friends. or they would sit on her swing and rock to and fro, just enjoying the evening breeze.

apart from this one real friend she had, this little girl was a very lonely girl indeed. most times, whenever her grandmother sent her to go running, she would go to the empty house at the end of the road. empty but for a brown dog who sat and stared at the sky all day long.

[whenever she reached the house, she sat outside, because the gates were locked.the dog who smelled of poo, and looked like he needed a good bath and a lot of love, would come running down and sit just behind the gate. and the little girl would tell the dog of all the problems she had to go through. the bullying. the fights. and most of all, how awful it was being alone]

the girl worshipped the ground her best friend walked on. she sometimes envied her friend, for being such a popular girl in school. how she had shed her puppy fat and become this gorgeous teenager.

things werent better after they went to different schools. this little girl was afraid of oh so many things, and decided that giving up her best friend was the only way out. and so she did.
they barely saw each other after that. a cordial hello on the street sometimes. and the now not-so little girl's heart ached and ached. it was her fault things had fallen apart. and she wondered if her friend hated her for it.

the best friend continued living in the same house on the same street. but the other girl moved many thousand of miles away. she discovered a world of contact lenses and hair straighteners. and her teeth sorted themselves out. she made many friends.
but she thought of her first best friend from time to time and wondered what had become of her. and whether she was happy.

three days ago, the girl caught the friend on an instant messaging system. and from a timid hello, it progressed to all those memories from years gone. all the sadness. all the happy times. and how they both wondered what the future held for them.

the friend turns 21 in an hr and a half. and the girl without the gawky exterior, but with the same emotions from nine yrs back would like to hope that she would be around henceforth to wish her many more happy birthdays.


geets at 15:10 PM

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Friends forever...and always keep in touch.

Love LinZ




Very lazy to be detailed today. In a nutshell, bumped into liyan (again). The moment i got out of the car, i saw yan walking up so i guess i'm also the first person he saw this morning. Went for lecture then whiled away time with xyz before going to my spider lab's video camera using 'tutorial'. Met and talked with ivy along the way to the lab. Learnt some very informative and interesting thing that I hope may be useful if and when i want to switch to medicine.

Matthew is such a nice guy! He's gonna help me with me spiders and will check them for % UV reflection. Yay...think i very blessed. Manage to meet right people and right time. =)
Went to westmall to catch 'Bewitched' with xyz then had dinner at bk before walking home with him. Lucky for him, my place got his bus so not so cham.

Excerpt from conversation with big bear:

Dig my ipod says:
hey just now i saw jinhao

[benjing 失败失败] 如果爱已不存在, 我希望有一段精彩, 让回忆有所感慨 says:
oh in school ah?

Dig my ipod says:
nope

[benjing 失败失败] 如果爱已不存在, 我希望有一段精彩, 让回忆有所感慨 says:
i long time nv c him liao

Dig my ipod says:
westmall

[benjing 失败失败] 如果爱已不存在, 我希望有一段精彩, 让回忆有所感慨 says:
oic

Dig my ipod says:
was in bk with xyz after movie

Dig my ipod says:
then jinhao call me

Dig my ipod says:
ahha i so shocked stared abit then realised it's him

Dig my ipod says:
cuz his hair so long

[benjing 失败失败] 如果爱已不存在, 我希望有一段精彩, 让回忆有所感慨 says:
icic..haha orr okiez

Dig my ipod says:
weird thing was i was just thinking about him today....that so long but still feel a little weird and that how much i changed if he saw me

Dig my ipod says:
but i got more shocked at him

Dig my ipod says:
ahha

[benjing 失败失败] 如果爱已不存在, 我希望有一段精彩, 让回忆有所感慨 says:
icic..=)

Dig my ipod says:
so qiao

[benjing 失败失败] 如果爱已不存在, 我希望有一段精彩, 让回忆有所感慨 says:
yah..is a small world la..

Dig my ipod says:
yupyup

okie...end of excerpt and my entry. Too sianz right now to write much.

p/s: WEI QI, today I saw JIAXIN and he now is damn shuai....wahhahahahah





gorgeous orchids.....so pretty....like me...ahahahhahhhaha i so bu yao lian





a better view of the cao meng





my harmony bell....I tried to take this a couple of times but some how, it always comes out blurry....hee this is the best one. Oh, guys...there's a 2nd half to my present izzit???





ahah i can't stop....so nice!! thanks guys!~





BLINGBLINGBLING!!





a closer view at my blingblings





Stock taking of the presents i received for my birthday minus the angpows =) hehe





This is why it pays to be in Marina. In front of us was Marina's won fireworks display while the huge tv shows the display at the Padang, which we could actually view concurrently by turning out heads left. =)





electric currents.....these fireworks can spin in the air!!





errr....i thought that this is quite cool....xyz says that it's cuz i kept pulling him to take pictures then become like that so..ahah all thanks to me =)





by xyz...not to spectacular ....yet.





Weiqi and Flora treating yuanwei as a pillow...





so zai!~~~





pretty





my nike tick!~





So artistic





Vrrrooooommmmm.......damn noisy





So cool~~





NIce formation...taken by xyz





US again: Yuanwei, weiqi, xyz, me and weitzer! see we all so ang ang! Don't you feel patriotic~





National day!! Weiqi, Flora and Me all decked out in the national colours. We are at Marina Bay just next to the Padang. So excited. First time I've ever celebrated national day with frens!! Ahah must do this kind of things more often.





1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! no more!!





4!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!





5!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!





Uncles!!!





Aunties!!





Cousins!!!!





Another one with the family and Guobin, my sister's boyfriend extraordinaire. He was a major major help in managing my chalet. He even took Fri off to help out and basically was my chauffeur, pickup guy, in a word: sai kang. See the height difference between us. He loves to make fun about my ht and tell lame jokes about it but i don't let him off easy too. I call him uncle! waHAHAHaaaa....he's 30.





Me, Dad and Mom





Choir singin me song in parts while i try my best not to let the flames extinguish from their diaphragm power.





Me and the choir gang: Behind behind is Big bear, Junhong gor, Yien, Zhen Jia and Sam. In front is Nana, Yingru, Porpor, me and Quijei





I"m on an ego trip here.....





From left: Lynette, Lydia and Diana!





Actually, the reason why i look so subdued in this photo is caused there's something wrong with one of my contacts and it's hurting my eye but I'm trying not to let it affect me while my cousin tries to take my photo..





The Royal Chocolate cake from secret recipe!! haha!!





My aunty Noi and me! See see...we both so bai2 bai2!!





See no evil, Hear no evil, Speak no evil!