<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960909</id><updated>2011-04-22T08:20:53.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shallow side</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03590957564170003497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>404</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960909.post-7271947230330173645</id><published>2007-06-21T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T23:57:53.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing Lake</title><content type='html'>I just read on Yahoo! News about a lake the size of 10 football fields that went missing in Chile over a period of two months. Wow. A yahoo is someone who is dirtier and more crude than a talking horse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a lot of gossip that went on at MacDonald's today. Let me sidetrack for a bit; I had two Mac meals today. I know, extremely unhealthy. I feel sick and fat and greasy thinking back. I should've settled on a sandwich from Subway instead. So back to gossip. This activity is a reminder of the power of words, how strong and mean they can be. Gossip can never be gossip if words are not exaggerated by at least a little bit. So you see how powerful words are? &lt;br /&gt;**explicit content** &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#CCCCCC"&gt;For example, someone may say, "&lt;i&gt;Hey, that girl's boobs are a little too big for her bra.&lt;/i&gt;" That is so not juicy content. But if someone says, "&lt;i&gt;Whoa! Her Bs are pouring outta her bra!&lt;/i&gt;" Now THAT is something worth looking at.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I DO NOT always think like that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960909-7271947230330173645?l=shallowside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/feeds/7271947230330173645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960909&amp;postID=7271947230330173645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/7271947230330173645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/7271947230330173645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/2007/06/missing-lake.html' title='Missing Lake'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03590957564170003497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960909.post-1106876469091046241</id><published>2007-06-20T18:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T00:00:07.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Blue Pair</title><content type='html'>Last night, all I could think of was shopping and ShoSho (&lt;font size="2"&gt;茶碗蒸し&lt;/font&gt;). The only place that offered exactly that was Far East Plaza. So after the project meeting today, I headed to Orchard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone knows there are always random people bugging random passerbys for donations, to do a survey and the like. I was alone, with my earphones plugged, and having a cup of ice-cream. And so I thought, no one with a right mind will approach a lone girl eating ice-cream. I can't even hear my surroundings! So these random people wouldn't bother me, right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wrong.&lt;/b&gt; This senseless bugger blocked my way in the middle of the street asking if I could spare him some time to do a survey. Or I think that was what he asked because I couldn't hear him. This happened while the spoon of ice-cream was about to enter my mouth. He blocked my way AND disrupted me eating ice-cream! I could've kicked his shin. But I am in high spirits today, so I smiled and shook my head. And walked away, of course, very quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today,　WasabiTei wasn't open for business so I had no ShoSho. But the shoe boutiques were all welcoming customers. I bought a blue pair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v208/gido324/BlogIt/BLarc1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stole this off the official website.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a L'Arc~en~Ciel fan!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now after viewing the scans from Pati-Pati. I really want to kill myself. I missed out a big big big big poster!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960909-1106876469091046241?l=shallowside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/feeds/1106876469091046241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960909&amp;postID=1106876469091046241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/1106876469091046241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/1106876469091046241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/2007/06/blue-pair.html' title='A Blue Pair'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03590957564170003497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960909.post-3271300025861037710</id><published>2007-06-18T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T00:56:48.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Banana Battle</title><content type='html'>When I'm hungry, I eat a banana. When I'm bored, I watch telly. Tonight, it's &lt;i&gt;Battle of the Bananas.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Battle Royale&lt;/i&gt; is playing loading on Crunchy. Creepy. Very crazy. I hope this world will never come to a state where we have to kill one another to survive. I can't bring myself to kill a fellow human being. Can't imagine one human killing another too. I don't want to die! Maybe I will dig a hole somewhere and stay buried and out of sight until everyone else has fallen to the other side. Really. I'd rather take pills and die a painless death. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't think like this.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;i&gt;changes attitude&lt;/i&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see a rainbow! Wow! The meadow stretches so far. And the flowers! The flowers are so pretty! Red, blue, green, purple, pink, yellow, orange. The colours are everywhere! Very soon, I'll see pigs with wings and a halo floating across the clear blue sky. No, seriously. I see cups and cups of chawanmushi growing on that tree over there! On your right! You can see the steam rising from the leaves. A buffet of steamed eggs! Come join me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960909-3271300025861037710?l=shallowside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/feeds/3271300025861037710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960909&amp;postID=3271300025861037710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/3271300025861037710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/3271300025861037710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/2007/06/banana-battle.html' title='Banana Battle'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03590957564170003497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960909.post-4653558650769045764</id><published>2007-06-15T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T23:14:03.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Green Spikes with Yellow Inside</title><content type='html'>Durian. Daddy bought some home. They smell really really good. I love durian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still can't believe I got the internship placement. After a month of worry and resumes, I finally got a job. I worked today too, for two hours. The weather was a killer. Scorching hot. The sky was very clear. Not cloudless clear, but in such a way I could see the different layers of clouds. Very bright and pretty. The Sun can really kill though. Burn it! Ah..! It's burning already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh what the hell.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna have some sushi. Give me SUSHI!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960909-4653558650769045764?l=shallowside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/feeds/4653558650769045764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960909&amp;postID=4653558650769045764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/4653558650769045764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/4653558650769045764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/2007/06/green-spikes-with-yellow-inside.html' title='Green Spikes with Yellow Inside'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03590957564170003497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960909.post-4004756171590140235</id><published>2007-06-14T18:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T21:56:38.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Red Honey</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I worried my pants off because Honeyworld didn't call and confirm my internship placement like they said they will. So I sent my resume to Meritus Mandarin Singapore. A few minutes ago, I came across an email from Honeyworld saying that I'm accepted into the company, JUST when I signed in with MM this morning. Say, I joined HTM because I see myself in a hotel. Why did I send my resume to a TA? &lt;font size="2"&gt;全然分からない。。&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, everything has been lookin' red. I have this very powerful affinity with the colour red. When I came back on the last day of my Genting trip, the bus curtains were red, my shirt was red, so was Gra's bag and many many other things. Previous post, I put up a photo of red windows. Today, I saw this red building called the Red Dot Traffic. In it is the Red Dot Museum. The uniform at MM is so totally red too, with red lipstick. This redness is creepin' me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v208/gido324/BlogIt/Bred.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See! Even the traffic light shows only red!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna buy a trenchcoat. Red. Black. Green. Black. But I have no use for it, unfortunately. For now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Ms. Lim from MM says my smile is very CHARMING! You peeps reading this must feel very happy for me. And SO! I signed up with Meritus Mandarin and will start work in September. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm listening to L'Arc~en~Ciel again. National tour, new singles, NEW ALBUM! Better yet, L'Anniversary live is gonna be out on DVD! I see myself ordering a lot of stuffs from CDJapan. Ahhh~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, everything is becoming SO EXCITING!!!&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;i&gt;drowns all of you in mad laughter&lt;/i&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v208/gido324/BlogIt/Bwinner.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960909-4004756171590140235?l=shallowside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/feeds/4004756171590140235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960909&amp;postID=4004756171590140235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/4004756171590140235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/4004756171590140235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/2007/06/red-honey.html' title='Red Honey'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03590957564170003497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960909.post-4613360226501047774</id><published>2007-06-12T19:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T21:52:31.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Penguin and Japanese Food</title><content type='html'>I watched Hyde sing while swinging his stuffed-penguin wildly with his free hand. He has one of the greatest voices. Opinion, opinion. My ears. Ken had on red lipstick. Tetsu had his wild hair, and Sakura was on the drums instead of Yuki. Cute. They were crazier then. 1995 then. Love the band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember from the last post I climbed out of the window to search for more photos? I found Gra and giant mushrooms threatened to fall on us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v208/gido324/BlogIt/Bshroom.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v208/gido324/BlogIt/Bstaremephone.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to call for help but the phone wasn't working. Instead of helping to get it to work, they stared at me.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rides at the mini themepark beside Junction8 are ridiculously overpriced. I'd rather spend my money on sushi than ride a less-than-one-minute, $7-mini-coaster. I wouldn't say it isn't exciting and pretty to see the colourful ferris wheel so near home, because it is. But it still is overpriced. If only the rides were bigger. If only we had more land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, Jess walked the wrong direction with me to CityHall instead of Raffles Place from Clark Quay. We saw the colourful Hill Street Police Station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v208/gido324/BlogIt/Bbuilding.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v208/gido324/BlogIt/Bpolice.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the red windows.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I went for an interview with Honeyworld.&lt;br /&gt;HIRE ME! &lt;B&gt;ME!!!&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love japanese food. Really really do. This Japanese shop, &lt;font size="2"&gt;わさび帝&lt;/font&gt;, at Far East Plaza sells the best &lt;font size="2"&gt;茶碗蒸し&lt;/font&gt; around. So silky, so soft, so eggy. The whole idea is to steam the eggs in a traditional japanese tea cup. Some restaurants steam them in plastic ones and spoil it all. I love eggs, and japanese cuisine. I can have japanese food all year and never get tired of it. Some people have one kind of food everyday and they won't want to touch it again. Japanese food and I don't go that way. Because I love japanese food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v208/gido324/BlogIt/Bphone.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish Mommy Happy Birthday!&lt;br /&gt;She's old and I'm not. Wheeee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960909-4613360226501047774?l=shallowside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/feeds/4613360226501047774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960909&amp;postID=4613360226501047774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/4613360226501047774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/4613360226501047774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/2007/06/penguin-and-japanese-food.html' title='Penguin and Japanese Food'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03590957564170003497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960909.post-1644485313833004146</id><published>2007-06-08T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T11:47:18.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back To Civilisation and Bolster</title><content type='html'>First of all, all copies of Pati-Pati and CD Data have been sold out when I checked on Tuesday. I missed the first and only bloody shipment. SO! Has anyone missed me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've come to realize, after 'coaching' 14 hours and more through the highways of Malaysia, that over there it's part civilisation and part not. Mostly trees. And more trees. Over here, it's &lt;u&gt;all&lt;/u&gt; civilisation. On a small scale. I missed my bolster very very much; It has my smell. &lt;i&gt;My precious..&lt;/i&gt; One thing, the weather. The hot hot weather. Tomorrow, I bet I can hear the heat sirens screaming RED ALERT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think you're not getting enough exercise and don't have the money to buy gym equipment, get Twister. Twist yourself in ways you never thought possible, get your heart pumping, and work those dormant muscles and joints. Most importantly, it's &lt;b&gt;FUN&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hint of advice: Find someone not too massive to play the game with you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v208/gido324/BlogIt/BTwist.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v208/gido324/BlogIt/BTwistgj.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I (almost) died twice in three days while on thrill rides. Revenge. I took it out in the arcade and shot all (most, rather) the zombies there are in House of the Dead IV with my machine gun. (Help from Del. Gra died before the zombies came on.) The game has got me hooked. Really! The two reckon I can act the part of some smartass police officer and start rolling myself out of elevator doors to avoid invisible bullets, WHICH I will not. Reminds me, there's a mini-theme park going on beside Junction8! Go check it out! Meanwhile, I shall save some cash for shopping sprees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a very side note, I've been thinking for a long time now. I wanna braid my hair. Cornrows? I need to get an internship placement first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First World Hotel, Level 24, suffered from a sudden blackout on both nights we were there. We couldn't continue with Twister, so we camwhored along the corridor. &lt;br /&gt;Look. See. Look! See!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v208/gido324/BlogIt/Bboutthree.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v208/gido324/BlogIt/Bboutthree2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v208/gido324/BlogIt/Bboutthree3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, the better photos are somewhere here and there.&lt;br /&gt;Give me some time while I search for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v208/gido324/BlogIt/Bboutjump.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960909-1644485313833004146?l=shallowside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/feeds/1644485313833004146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960909&amp;postID=1644485313833004146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/1644485313833004146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/1644485313833004146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/2007/06/back-to-civilisation-and-bolster.html' title='Back To Civilisation and Bolster'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03590957564170003497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960909.post-3537695231423877930</id><published>2007-06-04T18:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T01:58:54.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Running Up To Heaven</title><content type='html'>(&lt;i&gt;**Warning Warning! Skip the following to avoid fangirlism.&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of days back, Daddy arrived at the door with two brown packages under his arm. One for him, the other for me. Laruku's new single SEVENTH HEAVEN has arrived!&lt;br /&gt;The single gave me this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v208/gido324/BlogIt/BSHKen.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's cartoon-Ken! Kawaii. The paper craft is staying in the CD case.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In L'Arc~en~Ciel mode. I enjoy weird music (&lt;i&gt;says Daddy&lt;/i&gt;): &lt;a href="http://download.yousendit.com/E93E354B56022DC1"&gt;Sell My Soul&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Then the PV gave me a shock. All the happy colours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v208/gido324/BlogIt/BSHgrp2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v208/gido324/BlogIt/BSHKen2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ken was looking cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v208/gido324/BlogIt/BSHhyde.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So pretty!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent half the day studying at CoffeeBean (while drinking coffee and eating a cranberry muffin). Happy because I had company, jealous because &lt;i&gt;company&lt;/i&gt; didn't have to mug for any tests. Instead, she read Anonymous Lawyer and laughed and giggled while I crammed Motivation Theories into my unwilling head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks back, I spotted this at ColdStorage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v208/gido324/BlogIt/Bmilk.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A packet of milk selling for $4.90. Organic Milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;???&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love ShallowSide many many. And am about to beat myself up because I forgot to reserve a copy of Pati-Pati. So mad at myself. *flings arms in anger*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960909-3537695231423877930?l=shallowside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/feeds/3537695231423877930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960909&amp;postID=3537695231423877930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/3537695231423877930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/3537695231423877930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/2007/06/running-up-to-heaven.html' title='Running Up To Heaven'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03590957564170003497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960909.post-4102513427127113945</id><published>2007-06-03T00:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T10:11:48.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Already?!</title><content type='html'>Spring me a surprise, someone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have black spots!" &lt;i&gt;exclaimed the cow.&lt;br /&gt;A butterfly heard the sudden shout and flew over to the cow.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No! It's green." &lt;i&gt;he said like green cow-spots were the most natural thing in the world.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Humph!" &lt;i&gt;the cow huffed in anger and walked away, but not before mumbling,&lt;/i&gt; "Stupid butterfly.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then your head wants to scream out, "&lt;b&gt;HUH???!&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea myself. Early morning Japanese classes do this to me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the guy and girl scream "&lt;i&gt;ARE YOU EXCITED??!?!?!&lt;/i&gt;" again, YES! I am!! It's Sunday already! I can almost feel Tuesday reaching my fingertips. A test during the day, and we leave later the same night for mountain climbing. Mom claims I'm putting money to waste, which I am. Certainly not admitting upfront, of course. Sometimes, waste equals good fun. &lt;br /&gt;I am not wasting myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to relive some memories.&lt;br /&gt;Happy ones.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960909-4102513427127113945?l=shallowside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/feeds/4102513427127113945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960909&amp;postID=4102513427127113945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/4102513427127113945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/4102513427127113945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/2007/06/sunday-already.html' title='Sunday Already?!'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03590957564170003497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960909.post-294559616930655544</id><published>2007-05-27T01:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T02:53:57.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe. Aye, maybe.</title><content type='html'>'&lt;i&gt;Charming.&lt;/i&gt;' Jack Sparrow is to Jack Sparrow.&lt;br /&gt;Aye, brilliantly crafty too. An oddball still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy bought the family tickets to watch a film of mixed splendor, played on the smallest screen Lido Cineplex can possess. Pirate law, who knew? Swordplay and special effects were fabulous by the way. Witty, and loads of fun! Pity we didn't stay till the end of the credits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My left eye is still twitching!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Maybe', vague as the word is, unfolds to many possibilities and a world of tomorrows. I can hear it screaming '&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;BEHOLD!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;'. If only 'maybe' meant projects can be self-completed. Maybe I need a wand and an incantation, or something. Ah.. maybe! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, the sales are getting into me. &lt;br /&gt;I want to shop for shoes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The world is getting smaller.&lt;br /&gt;No, the world is the same. There are only lesser things..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960909-294559616930655544?l=shallowside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/feeds/294559616930655544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960909&amp;postID=294559616930655544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/294559616930655544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/294559616930655544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/2007/05/maybe-aye-maybe.html' title='Maybe. Aye, maybe.'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03590957564170003497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960909.post-5801401251808781398</id><published>2007-05-25T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T00:45:17.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Different Topics</title><content type='html'>This new version of Internet Explorer needs some getting used to; the tabs and buttons are all wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not everything. I need other people to complete me so I can &lt;u&gt;be&lt;/u&gt; everything. Vice versa perhaps. Ever realise you cannot stay mad at a good friend or family for a long time? It is only that few moments that anger takes over, before it eventually it melts away. Is that what is referred to as accepting people for what they are? It is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it is not me to accept the rude strangers who puff smoke or burp to my face, or those who snatch a taxi from me (when I waited a zillion years earlier than they did), preach empty words to me, touch my bed without permission or invitation... &lt;br /&gt;The list can go on, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray for me the interview on Monday lands me a job for internship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just booked a trip to Malaysia this afternoon and the coach leaves on the night of the first (and last) paper of the mid-semester test. Thrilling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shin HyeSung is singing &lt;a href="http://download.yousendit.com/D4FA4E3F486F8C79"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;눈물&lt;/font&gt;(Tears)&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's only been one day, and my diet plan isn't working!&lt;br /&gt;And Windows Live Messenger doesn't seem to want me to sign-in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The eyes are windows to the inside.&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes you can't really see through the blinds and curtains.&lt;br /&gt;My left eye hasn't stopped twitching since noon. Tell me what &lt;b&gt;that&lt;/b&gt; means!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960909-5801401251808781398?l=shallowside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/feeds/5801401251808781398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960909&amp;postID=5801401251808781398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/5801401251808781398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/5801401251808781398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/2007/05/of-different-topics.html' title='Of Different Topics'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03590957564170003497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960909.post-2660633077630579045</id><published>2007-05-24T19:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T20:18:00.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In the Daytime</title><content type='html'>Last week, we had a lecture on Motivation by a lecturer who couldn't motivate all her students in the lecture theatre to listen. Instead, she decided to throw an angry fit when she couldn't get our attention. Partly our fault, mostly her fault. This week, the lecture topic is still on Motivation - Part Two. It is taught by the &lt;u&gt;same&lt;/u&gt; lecturer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sooooooo.. not motivated.&lt;br /&gt;I half wanted to post her photo for you peeps to see what kind of a mother of motivation she looks like. But, why take the risk and get caught?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v208/gido324/BlogIt/B23mayspook.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On an important sidenote, I need a diet.&lt;br /&gt;Oh god, this means ending the supper tradition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times have you passed the comment, '&lt;i&gt;Singapore is so small/puny/tiny/(every word synonymous to small)&lt;/i&gt;'!!? And yet how many times did you have to search the street directory or look out for road signs to get around this island of a red dot? How many street names have you come across that are unheard of, yet lay in silent existence in some part of another neighbourhood?&lt;br /&gt;Getting lost is no fun.&lt;br /&gt;At least it isn't tough a job as searching for the nothern stars in the daytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v208/gido324/BlogIt/B23maysky.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I built castles in the sky, literally, in my head. &lt;br /&gt;There are unseen castles made of clouds or of unknown things. &lt;br /&gt;Beyond the atmosphere, the stratosphere...!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960909-2660633077630579045?l=shallowside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/feeds/2660633077630579045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960909&amp;postID=2660633077630579045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/2660633077630579045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/2660633077630579045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/2007/05/in-daytime.html' title='In the Daytime'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03590957564170003497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960909.post-269273350861164673</id><published>2007-05-22T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T00:05:05.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Amazing Stunt</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;NEWS&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The entire fleet of yellow cabs from New York City are turning GREEN! Okay, truth is, they're all going hybrid. Some move to protect the earth I guess, but it's pretty something. NYC isn't exactly a small city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. Read the title; I pulled an amazing stunt today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It completely slipped my mind that Destination P&amp;D tutorial starts at 11am instead of 12.30pm today. My alarm was set at 10am. If it was any other normal day, that'll give me about half an hour or more to snooze and sleep and toss and turn before I pull my feet to the bathroom and wake myself up, and be able to arrive in class at 12.30pm. Well, this morning was any other normal day &lt;i&gt;before&lt;/i&gt; &lt;b&gt;10.40am&lt;/b&gt;, the time I woke up in a frenzy because the early-class information suddenly sank in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can guess, I did every morning stuff (&lt;i&gt;brush teeth, wash face, pee, etc.&lt;/i&gt;) in lightning speed, then hurried down to flag a taxi. I checked the time again. The clock on my phone read &lt;b&gt;10.47am&lt;/b&gt;!!! If you can't count, I did my morning stuff, took the elevator down 12 storeys, and then walked about a hundred metres to flag an empty taxi in SEVEN minutes! By the way, my teeth and my face were cleaned thoroughly, and I definitely didn't hold excess liquid in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're thinking, '&lt;i&gt;chey..&lt;/i&gt;'.. it is not all. I won't describe the route taken by the very nice uncle-cabby, but I arrived outside the business school at 11.12am. The elevator door opened as I stepped out of the cab. And so I ran towards it before they closed. I made it! Of course. This is it. I dashed out and reached the classroom at 11.15am. Just on time!! (&lt;i&gt;Because I'd be marked absent should I report for class more than 15min late.&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't 11hr 14min 49sec just on time,&lt;br /&gt;it was 11hr 15min 00sec JUST ON TIME!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so amazed at myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;GOSSIP&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paula Abdul (lady judge of the American Idol competition) broke her nose over the weekends. Why?&lt;br /&gt;Because she tripped over her pet chihuahua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So damn ridiculous!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960909-269273350861164673?l=shallowside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/feeds/269273350861164673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960909&amp;postID=269273350861164673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/269273350861164673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/269273350861164673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/2007/05/amazing-stunt.html' title='The Amazing Stunt'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03590957564170003497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960909.post-200245482385042678</id><published>2007-05-20T00:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T01:25:00.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cravings and the Trips</title><content type='html'>First of all, I finally borrowed &lt;i&gt;Anonymous Lawyer&lt;/i&gt; from the Nat. Library! Hurray! Secondly, I've had several cravings since the start of the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Japanese food (including ramen)&lt;br /&gt;2. Pizza&lt;br /&gt;3. Milk Pudding&lt;br /&gt;4. I can't remember now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner at Sun with Moon was &lt;i&gt;yuuuuuummmmmmm&lt;/i&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;嬉しい!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v208/gido324/BlogIt/Bsun.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last vacation, I've been extremely thrilled over a trip to Phuket. However, due to unforeseen circumstances, I wasn't allowed to go. The trip was thus cancelled. I was disappointed for a couple of days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some days back, there was a plan for a trip to Pulau Redang. Because the number of guys outnumbered the girls terribly, my mom and dad slapped a big "&lt;i&gt;NO!&lt;/i&gt;" on my face. Some changes were made, and the "&lt;i&gt;NO!&lt;/i&gt;" was peeled off my skin, rather roughly. However, I was only fairly thrilled because the date of the trip falls on my mom's birthday. It is not a tradition to miss out anyone's birthday in this family. (We buy presents, cut cakes, sing the birthday song and all.) Also, my girl friend's mom heard some stuff about the island being dirty and was suddenly banned from the area. I was disappointed for a few hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the short disappointment, we decided to come up with another plan! This time, we're heading to Kuala Lumpur! (&lt;i&gt;Lets out a despairing sigh of sorrow..&lt;/i&gt;) It is very depressing how the destinations get closer and closer to Singapore..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I am 80% sure that the plan will solidify this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, IT BETTER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to add that I've been waiting for The Simpsons Movie to start screening since early April. I have a hunch that this movie might just give a new meaning to the phrase, "&lt;b&gt;laugh out loud&lt;/b&gt;!" But it is only mid-May now.&lt;br /&gt;Why?????????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960909-200245482385042678?l=shallowside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/feeds/200245482385042678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960909&amp;postID=200245482385042678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/200245482385042678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/200245482385042678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/2007/05/failed-trips.html' title='The Cravings and the Trips'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03590957564170003497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960909.post-4396110041864959957</id><published>2007-05-18T18:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T19:01:36.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Brown Thing</title><content type='html'>It's EGGAMANIA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's all make egg-mayo sandwiches!&lt;br /&gt;Because I can have eggs e-v-e-r-y single day!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I need to send out more resumes, none of the companies called me yet! If this goes on, I'll enter panic-mode!! Ahhhhh!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v208/gido324/BlogIt/Blibrary.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart skips a beat everytime I take the elavator up the National Library; the elavator walls are transparent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960909-4396110041864959957?l=shallowside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/feeds/4396110041864959957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960909&amp;postID=4396110041864959957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/4396110041864959957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/4396110041864959957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/2007/05/brown-thing.html' title='The Brown Thing'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03590957564170003497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960909.post-5551802076151605386</id><published>2007-05-13T15:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T00:34:06.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Studio Fish</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v208/gido324/BlogIt/Bstudio.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I prefer watching japanese dramas to korean ones. Because they have the dumbest dialogues and some of the most original story plots. And I realised yesterday that photoshop can do a lot of things to a picture. Magazine covers seem all too perfect now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certain songs I search a long time for.&lt;br /&gt;TOKIO の &lt;a href="http://download.yousendit.com/ACF9755F0B087514"&gt;ひとりぼっちのハブラシ&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My chinese name is &lt;font size="2"&gt;喜玲&lt;/font&gt;; pronounced as 'ki-rei' in japanese.&lt;br /&gt;Kirei （or &lt;font size="2"&gt;綺麗&lt;/font&gt;）= pretty; clean; nice; tidy; beautiful; fair. &lt;font size="2"&gt;大笑&lt;/font&gt;！！！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v208/gido324/BlogIt/Bfish.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;今日は母の日。&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my mom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960909-5551802076151605386?l=shallowside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/feeds/5551802076151605386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960909&amp;postID=5551802076151605386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/5551802076151605386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/5551802076151605386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/2007/05/studio-fish.html' title='Studio Fish'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03590957564170003497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960909.post-1626114512941148964</id><published>2007-05-09T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T23:39:40.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Short Entry</title><content type='html'>I completed my Business Enterprise issue presentation; I told Simon Cowell's story. Then I realise it is already the third week of school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is something about Spiderman's vengeance that I find very attractive. And he looked almost sexy. It's his hair, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a short entry that doesn't mean anything. I have no ironic thoughts to put down, and no complaints to ramble about either. And I feel that when someone thinks he/she is fat and ugly, compare with those who weigh a hundred kilograms and wear a waist size 40. Because &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; is truly fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tummy is calling. I shall continue on my second bun for supper.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960909-1626114512941148964?l=shallowside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/feeds/1626114512941148964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960909&amp;postID=1626114512941148964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/1626114512941148964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/1626114512941148964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/2007/05/short-entry.html' title='A Short Entry'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03590957564170003497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960909.post-4566362249186555120</id><published>2007-05-06T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T21:52:17.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm..</title><content type='html'>To put it very simply, I am feeling very very lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, nothing new.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960909-4566362249186555120?l=shallowside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/feeds/4566362249186555120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960909&amp;postID=4566362249186555120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/4566362249186555120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/4566362249186555120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/2007/05/hmm.html' title='Hmm..'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03590957564170003497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960909.post-8495477035218144709</id><published>2007-05-05T13:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T15:48:04.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday Routine</title><content type='html'>Japanese class,&lt;br /&gt;then a cup of coffee from CoffeeBean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am eating the biggest (cranberry) muffin of my life. Been munching on it since half an hour ago and still not done. It's larger than the size o' my palm!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muffins Muffins Muffins Muffins.&lt;br /&gt;MUFFINS!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading this article online about entrepreneurs in Singapore and some comments got chuckles outta me. The contents give clear reasons why our government is currently urging the young and old to venture into new businesses. Thing is (as argued by many already), given our kind of education and way of life, it is difficult for us to come up with new ideas that are out-of-the-freaking-box, and succeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy Kawasaki commented, "&lt;i&gt;It (Isreal) has clearly created great technology that has been exported around the world. Israel has five million people, six million entrepreneurs, and fifteen million opinions. Singapore has five million people, six entrepreneurs, and one opinion.&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Source: &lt;a href="http://www.innovationmagazine.com/innovation/volumes/v3n2/free/entrepren2.shtml"&gt;Made-In-Singapore Entrepreneurs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That, was what made me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, as much as I would like to be my own boss and have people working for me, this entrepreneurship thing isn't really for me. And I have to study Business Enterprises in school. Help.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960909-8495477035218144709?l=shallowside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/feeds/8495477035218144709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960909&amp;postID=8495477035218144709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/8495477035218144709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/8495477035218144709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/2007/05/saturday-routine.html' title='Saturday Routine'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03590957564170003497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960909.post-2275045179208963363</id><published>2007-05-04T15:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T23:00:58.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Camera</title><content type='html'>I haven't been the most perfect human being, and I won't ever be. It brings me relief to also know that no one will be so. The flaws and blunders make life what it is; funny, ironic and quite meaningful. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The air doesn't smell like sour, foul stench anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;HAHAHA!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hungry.&lt;br /&gt;I want chocolate ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This month's TIME magazine has arrived. Tears welled up in my eyes after reading through the articles on TIME's 100 most influencial people. Mega-star Angelina Jolie carried on with her charitable activities and adopting orphans to help the unfortunate despite all the hurtful criticism fired at her and her partner-in-magnanimous-crime, Brad Pitt. The paparazzi intrude into their lives and even poke fun of their innocent children's names! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I really felt bad about was.. I didn't try to sympathize with them, nor did I attempt to understand the true reason(s) behind them adopting those kids. Instead, I LAUGHED!!!&lt;br /&gt;It was really funny. (T.T)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;230 photos developed and I only found out today that they were of the wrong size! The colours were a little different, and some photos turned out a little grainy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v208/gido324/BlogIt/Bphotos.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But they still look fine. :D&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960909-2275045179208963363?l=shallowside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/feeds/2275045179208963363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960909&amp;postID=2275045179208963363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/2275045179208963363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/2275045179208963363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/2007/05/one-cell.html' title='Camera'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03590957564170003497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960909.post-6469841722635720334</id><published>2007-05-03T11:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T12:37:54.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Medical Certificate</title><content type='html'>saves the day!&lt;br /&gt;I am staying home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's pouring quite heavily and I feel drowsy. I did something I have never done in a long long time - sleep before 12am. School has been pretty good so far. I thought having four modules this semester would leave me some free time during the week. But I was so wrong. Projects and reflection writings are gonna take half my life away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather was hot 3 hours ago. Now it's cool. I like raisin bread, and strawberry or banana milkshakes, and watching telly like I have all the time in the world, and reading books, and drinking a cup of blackforest from CoffeeBean.&lt;br /&gt;I sense the bomb ticking in my head.&lt;br /&gt;Headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rain smells bad today.&lt;br /&gt;Might just be my nose.&lt;br /&gt;Stinks, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;i&gt;zaps the flu virus&lt;/i&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960909-6469841722635720334?l=shallowside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/feeds/6469841722635720334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960909&amp;postID=6469841722635720334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/6469841722635720334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/6469841722635720334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/2007/05/medical-certificate.html' title='Medical Certificate'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03590957564170003497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960909.post-7323957823916619370</id><published>2007-05-01T01:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T01:58:44.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Windows Live Messenger</title><content type='html'>It is 1.40 in the morning and apparently, the service dislikes me and is being uncoorperative. It is not granting me access to cyber-wonderland, ChatWorld. When computers didn't exist, people wrote letters enclosed in cute envelopes with stickers pasted on the front. I wanna do that. Gimme some free stamps and your addresses. I have a mini sticker collection from primary school days somewhere in my room, so stickers are not a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My throat is dry and my voice has gone a little hoarse. That, plus a congested nose is never a good sign. I should be sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another sushi meal for last evening's dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Owe She-Rob five dollars and fifteen cents.&lt;br /&gt;My blogger dashboard is still in Japanese.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna have pizza next.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960909-7323957823916619370?l=shallowside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/feeds/7323957823916619370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960909&amp;postID=7323957823916619370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/7323957823916619370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/7323957823916619370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/2007/05/windows-live-messenger.html' title='Windows Live Messenger'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03590957564170003497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960909.post-1229087734260570419</id><published>2007-04-28T18:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T19:21:28.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Eighteen</title><content type='html'>It dawned on me just now that I am no longer young. In about half a year (plus another month or so), my age will hit the big &lt;b&gt;2&lt;/b&gt;!! Not that I haven't realised that I'm nineteen already, but this fact never really got into my head until ten minutes ago. The ageing virus is engulfing me! I suddenly think of the amount of youth I have wasted. Probably a lot, if you include all the time I spent on self-pity or anger or being moody and not doing anything productive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite everything above, I am still wasting whatever teenage years (or months) there is left in me. Note this everyone, YouTube consumes life. It's draining mine away right now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I did but Blogger.com is in japanese on my browser. &lt;br /&gt;In fact, I didn't do anything at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960909-1229087734260570419?l=shallowside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/feeds/1229087734260570419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960909&amp;postID=1229087734260570419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/1229087734260570419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/1229087734260570419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/2007/04/not-eighteen.html' title='Not Eighteen'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03590957564170003497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960909.post-528697200671450630</id><published>2007-04-25T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T00:45:52.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On The Cheek</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;B&lt;/b&gt; to the &lt;b&gt;I&lt;/b&gt; to the &lt;b&gt;G&lt;/b&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;B&lt;/b&gt; to the &lt;b&gt;A-N-G&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;BIG BANG!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel the rhythm, ya'll. =)&lt;br /&gt;Listen: &lt;a href="http://download.yousendit.com/845AEBAF2DD0A74F"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;흔들어&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v208/gido324/BlogIt/Bcheck.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blood-thirsty mosquito bit me on my cheek. I can feel the embarassment even now as I imagine how others will look at that distinctive red mark on my cheek and think in their heads, '&lt;i&gt;Hahaha!! Mosquito bit her cheek!&lt;/i&gt;' The last thing I wanna hear is '&lt;i&gt;LOSER!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, how can I be the loser just because the dumbass mosquito bit me?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the Dumbass-Mosquito:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;YOU, LOSER!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*pats cheek*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v208/gido324/BlogIt/Bcow.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960909-528697200671450630?l=shallowside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/feeds/528697200671450630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960909&amp;postID=528697200671450630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/528697200671450630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/528697200671450630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/2007/04/big.html' title='On The Cheek'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03590957564170003497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960909.post-3265318181227329854</id><published>2007-04-22T01:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T00:55:54.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Reason</title><content type='html'>Somedays, no matter how many smiles people send your way during the day, your mood is still dampened and you feel like you're approaching Doom's Day. The Sun is up and the skies are clear, but it is so cloudy yet empty inside. You force a smile back to everyone and you know it doesn't reach the heart. &lt;br /&gt;Somedays.&lt;br /&gt;Not today.&lt;br /&gt;Because other days are Gay Days. The merry and joy and bliss enter you and you feel like you can fly to Cloud Nine. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today isn't Gay Day either.&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling neutral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel lucky and extremely thankful that I am born to a family who gives me as much love as they do, and are able to afford the optional material comforts. Occasional bickers and squabbles are inevitable, and they get on my nerves; an unfortunate but extremely human fact that I have to live with. I love them. And then of course I cannot express enough love and gratitude to the friends I have beside me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Sounds like I'm giving a speech. Anyway, to everyone reading..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I Love You, You, You, and YOU!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;What I have been doing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v208/gido324/BlogIt/BTOP.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man is Big Bang's T.O.P (stagename).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v208/gido324/BlogIt/BXiahkiss.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were asked to kiss. I wasn't expecting the lips. Cute.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out them two cool basketballers. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r2emrS0OqKg&amp;mode=related&amp;search="&gt;BALLS&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;For fans of korean hiphop. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kZhEG-O6GYE&amp;mode=related&amp;search="&gt;By T.O.P.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Self note and realisation: I only thought the guy could rap/beatbox. He sings surprisingly well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quote from Mike Gayle's &lt;b&gt;Brand New Friend&lt;/b&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eskimos apparently have over fifty different words for snow.. I suppose the difference between one type and another can mean the difference between life or death.. Dry snow and wet snow, fluffy snow and compact snow. They've got words for snow that comes down fast and for snow that comes down slow - they've thought of everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's like this.. If Eskimos can come up with fifty words for snowbecause it's a matter of life or death, why is it that we've only got one word for '&lt;/i&gt;love&lt;i&gt;'?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960909-3265318181227329854?l=shallowside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/feeds/3265318181227329854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960909&amp;postID=3265318181227329854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/3265318181227329854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/3265318181227329854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/2007/04/no-reason.html' title='No Reason'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03590957564170003497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960909.post-6372210584936107687</id><published>2007-04-20T15:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T23:00:45.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Questions</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v208/gido324/BlogIt/Btimetable.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Routine/Schedule/Timetable&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish time didn't have to pass so fast. I'm having mixed feelings about school. Just when the new semester is about to start, I have a sudden urge to apply for a job and earn some extra pocket money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think guys hold pretty interesting conversations, though they occasionally can get a little provocative. Probably because they approach matters differently. A lot of times, when it comes to girls, guys just don't get it. I can say the same with the orders changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a lot of 'why' questions running through my head now. Bad thing is that I don't know the answers. I'm not certain if I want to find them out. Sometimes, I pretend to be a big know-it-all. Makes me feel good. Then after that I'll get so embarrassed with my childish antics I want to scream and kick and stab myself ten times over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you like this new skin, hurray!&lt;br /&gt;Well, I love it regardless. Because it's mine. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960909-6372210584936107687?l=shallowside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/feeds/6372210584936107687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960909&amp;postID=6372210584936107687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/6372210584936107687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/6372210584936107687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-new-timetable.html' title='Why Questions'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03590957564170003497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960909.post-6728944010821484085</id><published>2007-04-18T11:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T12:51:56.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Flavour</title><content type='html'>I don't have a favourite ice cream flavour.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes chocolate, sometimes mixed berries.&lt;br /&gt;Other times with cookies in them.&lt;br /&gt;But I'll remove all the nuts there are.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Me me myself myself.&lt;br /&gt;I am an irritating girl.&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad that there are no more culinary or service classes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960909-6728944010821484085?l=shallowside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/feeds/6728944010821484085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960909&amp;postID=6728944010821484085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/6728944010821484085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/6728944010821484085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/2007/04/no-flavour.html' title='No Flavour'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03590957564170003497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960909.post-5393947195248146720</id><published>2007-04-17T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T21:33:11.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sky Was Bright</title><content type='html'>Wild Hogs will officially start screening in cinemas, and the school timetable will be OUT!! I didn't think all the waiting would have led me to &lt;a href="http://www.websudoku.com"&gt;&lt;i&gt;websudoku.com&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, but it did. Anyways, I can do the easy and medium levels. The hard puzzles sure as hell worked my brains to a point I wanna pull them out and swing them to across the park. I think I'm losing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stampede! STAMPEDE!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;BOOM!&lt;br /&gt;KABOOOOOMMM!!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time, it doesn't take much for one to be happy. Myself, for example, just require a good haircut and a bit of running. Good food is a definite plus. I haven't had my burger, yet. Now I want xiaolongbao. I really do wish my hair grows a centimeter a day, so I can give them a chopchop every month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having my hair cut is healthier than colouring it. &lt;br /&gt;It is a healthy (but expensive) obsession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sun was rolling high today. &lt;br /&gt;Then it poured, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit, I hate myself for being so critical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to peek into the future to see how life will be like. I would like to read into other people's minds so I know when they're speaking the truth. Sometimes I would like to know how people think of me, but on second thought I don't really care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960909-5393947195248146720?l=shallowside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/feeds/5393947195248146720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960909&amp;postID=5393947195248146720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/5393947195248146720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/5393947195248146720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/2007/04/this-thursday.html' title='The Sky Was Bright'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03590957564170003497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960909.post-8106767520934189442</id><published>2007-04-14T23:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T02:12:32.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ya'll Dude and Dudettes</title><content type='html'>I feel like having a burger for lunch one day. Probably a double cheese burger. Or not. And I feel like watching a movie while munching on hotdog with mustard and extra cheese. And then I feel like having another cup of Choya, but there isn't any left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;When is the timetable coming out??!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really like having long fingernails. Doesn't mean I like them very short either. It might just be me, but I think my nails get pretty filthy underneath when they're left untouched for a week or two. I mean, they look clean! But they're actually quite the opposite, really. Tips of fingernails longer than the length of the graphite tips of pencils harbour more harmful germs and bacteria than you can think of. Coffeeshop uncles should bite and swallow their 4cm-long and yellow unkempt fingernails. If they have long toenails, I suggest they bite them away as well. I volunteer to step on their toes till the nails turn blue and fall off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*bomb starts ticking..*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;KAABOOOOOM!!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pardon the sudden disruption.&lt;br /&gt;Clearly, I wasn't thinking straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book &lt;b&gt;Anonymous Lawyer&lt;/b&gt;, by Jeremy Blachman, is an entertaining and side-achingly funny read. I can tell by browsing through the lawyer's first blog post at Kinokuniya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960909-8106767520934189442?l=shallowside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/feeds/8106767520934189442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960909&amp;postID=8106767520934189442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/8106767520934189442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/8106767520934189442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/2007/04/yall-dude-and-dudettes_2542.html' title='Ya&apos;ll Dude and Dudettes'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03590957564170003497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960909.post-5196571656395164992</id><published>2007-04-12T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T02:04:24.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Married Twice Today</title><content type='html'>Settlers Café houses countless board and card games. Veron was idiot-of-the-day and destined to be single. Grace and Del married once, while I got married twice in half an hour. Don't know who my partner was and no hard documents involved. Only witnesses. Divorced them when we started on a different game. I ruled Jenga. The blocks fell two outta four times because of me. One of which because I accidently kicked the edge of the table. Damnit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v208/gido324/BlogIt/Bjenga.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had a choice between fame or wealth, I would probably pick wealth. Money may not buy everything, but it does do a lot of good. I can donate them to charity, or spend it on the people around me, or myself! Lots of new gadgets and toys, and making other people happy. I can fly around the planet too! Fame will just make me feel better about myself. I'll still need to go on a budget and put a cap on my expenses. If I'm lucky, I might get a treat or two from the auntie at the hawker center because I'm famous. Better yet, if Lady Luck is really shining on me, I will have those two choices available. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above is what many will consider as &lt;i&gt;wishful thinking&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went on a world tour. HongKong, Malacca, NewYork, Genting, and the last stop, Suntec City, Singapore. Today's word: '&lt;i&gt;HAR?&lt;/i&gt;' (sounds best when croaked).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v208/gido324/BlogIt/Bhongkong.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Local HongKong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v208/gido324/BlogIt/Bmalacca.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Local Malacca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v208/gido324/BlogIt/Boldsg.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old Singapore&lt;br /&gt;I want a spiral staircase outside my house too.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say it's impossible to have your eyes open while sneezing. I'll try to keep my eyes open next time the &lt;i&gt;a-tish-oo!&lt;/i&gt; comes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960909-5196571656395164992?l=shallowside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/feeds/5196571656395164992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960909&amp;postID=5196571656395164992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/5196571656395164992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/5196571656395164992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-married-twice-today.html' title='I Married Twice Today'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03590957564170003497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960909.post-1248471103481731949</id><published>2007-04-11T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T22:51:23.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wet Sand</title><content type='html'>It rained. The Sun came out, then rained again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v208/gido324/BlogIt/Bbeach-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v208/gido324/BlogIt/Bgeraldme.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v208/gido324/BlogIt/Bglasses.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all have our many embarrassing moments. A lot of times, we'd rather keep it to ourselves than tell anyone. Don't wanna risk the pokes and the sniggers. However sometimes, the best thing is to be able to laugh it off with some friends. It would be quite funny to laugh at the person too. &lt;br /&gt;Just kidding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v208/gido324/BlogIt/Bpuke.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to shave our heads at Botak Jones at night. NO. We went to eat to our tummies' fill at Botak Jones. Food deserves four double thumbs up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v208/gido324/BlogIt/Bbotak.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v208/gido324/BlogIt/Bfat.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What T-shirt said. And what I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILD HOGS is ridin' the cinema screens soon!!!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960909-1248471103481731949?l=shallowside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/feeds/1248471103481731949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960909&amp;postID=1248471103481731949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/1248471103481731949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/1248471103481731949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/2007/04/wet-sand.html' title='Wet Sand'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03590957564170003497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960909.post-8920570029290837024</id><published>2007-04-10T15:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T18:51:05.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday At Home</title><content type='html'>I pulled out of an outing today to stay at home. Spent the afternoon with Dad instead. We went shopping. =) But I didn't rent X-Files Season 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I Shouldn't Be Alive&lt;/i&gt; is showing on the Discovery Channel. Always protect and insulate the head and feet first in extreme cold. I bet you don't know that. Or maybe you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in the existence of aliens. And I need to do my homework. Term test is coming in about two weeks and I don't wanna fail the paper. It's about to rain because I hear the thunder from far away. My legs are telling me they don't wanna exercise later. My sixth sense tells me the park doesn't like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v208/gido324/BlogIt/Bholiday.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Computer and telly aside, I think storybooks and some music are essential for a stay-home vacation. If you're thinking about the background in the photo, my bedsheet has chickens printed on it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960909-8920570029290837024?l=shallowside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/feeds/8920570029290837024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960909&amp;postID=8920570029290837024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/8920570029290837024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/8920570029290837024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/2007/04/tuesday-at-home.html' title='Tuesday At Home'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03590957564170003497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960909.post-2569087363441641688</id><published>2007-04-07T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T02:41:05.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chips, Salsa, Magarita and an iPod</title><content type='html'>I say goodbye to silent train and bus rides! Wheeee!!! &lt;br /&gt;Messing about with iTunes because I'm an iPod newbie. Hola!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tummies made way for sushi during the daytime. Chips and salsa, and another pitcher of margarita for the night time. Mexican cuisine excites the tastebuds. Any new food will get the mouth watering. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it depends actually. Dessert made from mealworms and dungbeetles wouldn't exactly be very appetizing in my opinion. I won't have grass as main course either, unless you leave me starving for a week in the Amazon jungle. If that's the case, I don't think I'll last a week because I would most probably get caught by tribal people who are living a man-eat-man sort of world before the next daybreak. I have a bad feeling they will feed me till my tummy bulges out and blocks my feet from my vision, and then put me into a big black cauldron with mise en place thrown in. They will start a fire and... ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is so screwy. I don't like thinking too much. My brain is overworked. *&lt;i&gt;pzz pzz&lt;/i&gt;* It is untangling itself and forcing its way outta my ears. Are there potions or pills that let you think about nothing before you sleep? Because these days, I think about almost everything and my imagination creeps me out. Not because of X-Files 'cos some thoughts aren't scary, just extremely stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, real world.&lt;br /&gt;Mexican food is expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v208/gido324/BlogIt/Btor.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v208/gido324/BlogIt/Bmag.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a jam jar. Yum.&lt;br /&gt;This is when we start foolin' around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v208/gido324/BlogIt/Bchips.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v208/gido324/BlogIt/Bus2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v208/gido324/BlogIt/Bmechip.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't mention that I went home with a not very sober girl, did I? Well, yea, her head wasn't very clear. One can tell without doubt because she spoke to me in japanese and hokkien, mixed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone sings to me and sounds good, I will die happy.&lt;br /&gt;If the singing is awful, I drop dead and never wake up.&lt;br /&gt;Either way, I won't stay alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just kidding. XD&lt;br /&gt;Pull out my brain and straighten it.&lt;br /&gt;No, really. Pull it out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960909-2569087363441641688?l=shallowside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/feeds/2569087363441641688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960909&amp;postID=2569087363441641688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/2569087363441641688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/2569087363441641688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/2007/04/chips-salsa-magarita-and-ipod.html' title='Chips, Salsa, Magarita and an iPod'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03590957564170003497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960909.post-8075392375356973446</id><published>2007-04-06T17:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T19:54:18.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'>今日</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="2"&gt;とてもとても&lt;b&gt;暑いよ！！！！&lt;/b&gt;　T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;うあーーーーーーーーーーーーー&lt;br /&gt;太陽が死んでください。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;・・・所在無いなー。&lt;br /&gt;私は玉蜀黍が大嫌い！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;あっ&lt;br /&gt;寿司が食べたい。&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960909-8075392375356973446?l=shallowside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/feeds/8075392375356973446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960909&amp;postID=8075392375356973446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/8075392375356973446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/8075392375356973446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/2007/04/blog-post.html' title='今日'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03590957564170003497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960909.post-482036469663605837</id><published>2007-04-05T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T21:10:48.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rejection</title><content type='html'>My lappie rejects my earphones because of reasons only my lappie knows. So not only have I no mp3 player, my lappie refuses to let me listen to music in private. Why?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;なぜ??!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling a little restless at home, but I chose to stay indoors in the first place. A lot of times, I do stuffs that are completely opposite of what I tell myself to do. When I set my mind to do something, for reasons unknown, I stop myself from doing it. Boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends. Friends. Friends. Friends. Friends. Friends. Friends. Friends. Friends.&lt;br /&gt;After typing it so many times, the spelling becomes strange. Like the word shouldn't be spelt like that. But it is. &lt;br /&gt;Whee! I'm thankful for friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't usually exceed my sms-limit. And I prefer chilled lemonade to orange juice.&lt;br /&gt;My laptop still doesn't accept the earphones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Damn you, laptop. I am gonna abandon you for telly.&lt;br /&gt;Just kidding. Be nice with the incoming files, alright?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am flashing a really sweet smile at the screen.&lt;br /&gt;*pats lappie*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I am typing this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960909-482036469663605837?l=shallowside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/feeds/482036469663605837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960909&amp;postID=482036469663605837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/482036469663605837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/482036469663605837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/2007/04/rejection.html' title='Rejection'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03590957564170003497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960909.post-7096062494396864689</id><published>2007-04-03T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T23:30:35.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>XXX</title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;I am indulging myself in X-Files. Yes, that telly series from years ago. Each episode sends chills down my spine. Sometimes I can feel the goosebumps rise along my arm. Other times my imagination says there is someone beside me or looking over my shoulder. I dread switching off the telly and lights at 2am, and then run upstairs to my room in the dark. Last night, I had my bolster and my phone as my only company. It was lonely and very creepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, having said so much doesn't stop me from wanting more X-Files.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v208/gido324/BlogIt/Bstarbuks.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cup of Vanilla Latte at Starbucks didn't make me realise that Singapore is really small. And I am off to follow Agent Mulder and Scully in their investigations again. I'll go brush my teeth and get my bolster down first.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960909-7096062494396864689?l=shallowside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/feeds/7096062494396864689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960909&amp;postID=7096062494396864689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/7096062494396864689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/7096062494396864689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/2007/04/xxx.html' title='XXX'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03590957564170003497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960909.post-1577691610383524926</id><published>2007-04-02T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T12:18:41.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Bloody Red</title><content type='html'>I wanted blue highlights. I really did! But the hairdresser said my hair was too black. I didn't want to bleach, so I chose red. It turned out a brown colour. I'm disappointed because the result is not what I expected. I trusted the hairdressers! (I know I should trust the hair dye instead, but I feel better to have someone to point fingers at, rather than something. Ha.) On the bright side, it doesn't look that bad, or say Mom and Sis. Doesn't help the fact that I am still disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;Next time! Next time!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v208/gido324/BlogIt/Bpostbox.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why aren't all our postboxes painted like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orange juice tastes great, is healthy, and full of vitamin C!!&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly have a craving for wanton soup, with lots of wanton in it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960909-1577691610383524926?l=shallowside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/feeds/1577691610383524926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960909&amp;postID=1577691610383524926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/1577691610383524926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/1577691610383524926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/2007/04/not-bloody-red.html' title='Not Bloody Red'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03590957564170003497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960909.post-7342249319207963060</id><published>2007-03-31T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T20:55:50.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Without Music Ringing</title><content type='html'>Life is hard without music in my ears while on the roads. Train and bus rides get a little too lonely sometimes. If storybooks were to cease existence, I might just cry and wonder if anyone is going to save me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss listening to my favourite music while on the move.&lt;br /&gt;Boohooo..!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960909-7342249319207963060?l=shallowside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/feeds/7342249319207963060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960909&amp;postID=7342249319207963060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/7342249319207963060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/7342249319207963060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/2007/03/without-music-ringing.html' title='Without Music Ringing'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03590957564170003497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960909.post-169239656919742902</id><published>2007-03-30T14:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T15:30:12.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfect Nails</title><content type='html'>The odd piece of nail sticking out from the side of my index finger felt like a splinter that refuses to come out. I clipped it off. My finger feels at ease. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After living nineteen years in this country, and sixteen years of actually being able to walk and cross roads, I found out yesterday that unless you press the button, the green man won't show on traffic lights. I don't know how I never noticed it before. Tell me I'm not the last person my age to know this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think if I open my heart up, it will spill black. And a bit of red cos the heart pumps blood. It is the umpteenth time I told myself to stop passing judgements about people I don't really know, or don't know at all. I should just vanish. *POOF!* However, since it's virtually impossible for me to just dematerialise and be gone, I shall remain in existence and let the guilty conscience take over. Arghhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I had dessert instead of dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v208/gido324/BlogIt/Bdessert.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v208/gido324/BlogIt/Bjess.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v208/gido324/BlogIt/Bgra.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after that we pretended that the MRT platform at Raffles Place was &lt;i&gt;the&lt;/i&gt; place for photos. I have meaty legs. *bites*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Apple iPod nano.&lt;br /&gt;I want.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960909-169239656919742902?l=shallowside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/feeds/169239656919742902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960909&amp;postID=169239656919742902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/169239656919742902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/169239656919742902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/2007/03/perfect-nails.html' title='Perfect Nails'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03590957564170003497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960909.post-7724016465077736434</id><published>2007-03-27T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T23:13:08.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That Makes The World Go Round</title><content type='html'>I am being a bummer and am staying home doing nothing all day, everyday. Well, not &lt;i&gt;nothing&lt;/i&gt; nothing, but they're more or less considered so. I am spending my free time, which is all the time for now, reading books and watching moving pictures on electronic screens. They are love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v208/gido324/BlogIt/Bbj.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either I did something bad to my mp3 player, or I really didn't do anything to it but it decided to hate me anyway and die. It even made a '&lt;i&gt;tooooooooooooooooooooooo.....t'&lt;/i&gt; kind of sound before it left this world (my world) and stopped breathing music. No, I didn't cry over it. I can get a new player soon. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v208/gido324/BlogIt/Bebikare.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met my girls for curry rice.&lt;br /&gt;It was better than good. Whee!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960909-7724016465077736434?l=shallowside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/feeds/7724016465077736434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960909&amp;postID=7724016465077736434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/7724016465077736434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/7724016465077736434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/2007/03/that-makes-world-go-round.html' title='That Makes The World Go Round'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03590957564170003497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960909.post-6044605472253693021</id><published>2007-03-25T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T01:51:10.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Link</title><content type='html'>I don't like people watching behind me as I type. &lt;br /&gt;But I like ice cream. Sometimes with the cone, sometimes in the cup. &lt;br /&gt;I dislike unknown or known people lying on my bed.&lt;br /&gt;However I really love my family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The link? I don't know. &lt;br /&gt;The word '&lt;i&gt;link&lt;/i&gt;' links me to the song LINK by Laruku. XD&lt;br /&gt;So I'm up-ing their picture again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v208/gido324/BlogIt/BLarc2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed 3/4 of Ugly Betty this week. &lt;br /&gt;And I feel like a boomerang sometimes. When I daydream, during the day of course, my trail of thoughts fly me far far away from current time. Maybe to cloud nine or nineteen. Maybe all the way to Pluto or a century into the future. I hear someone call me and it's like I get sucked into a blackhole, back into the real world. Suddenly, I think boomerangs travel a distance very much shorter than my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it just me, or is the above paragraph gramatically weird?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am gonna add on.. this weather is killing me!! I can feel my skin cells evaporate. Anyone close enough will know I CANNOT take hot weather. And it's only March! Come May, I will probably disappear!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm over-reacting. Might be because a quiz I did says there is some misanthropy in me. Again, no link. But tell me there isn't!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960909-6044605472253693021?l=shallowside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/feeds/6044605472253693021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960909&amp;postID=6044605472253693021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/6044605472253693021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/6044605472253693021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/2007/03/link.html' title='Link'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03590957564170003497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960909.post-7216278610574220592</id><published>2007-03-24T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T00:40:56.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Found Someone Who Will..</title><content type='html'>play Twister with me,&lt;br /&gt;watch Laruku on TV with me,&lt;br /&gt;walk around with me,&lt;br /&gt;shop with me,&lt;br /&gt;or window shop with me,&lt;br /&gt;go crazy with me,&lt;br /&gt;eat with me,&lt;br /&gt;travel the world with me,&lt;br /&gt;boil the perfect 3/4-boiled eggs for me,&lt;br /&gt;watch the stars with me,&lt;br /&gt;chase after birds with me,&lt;br /&gt;play in the rain with me,&lt;br /&gt;stay out late with me,&lt;br /&gt;take photos with me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that someone is MEEEEEEE!!!!!!!! XD&lt;br /&gt;Of course, points like playing Twister with myself is bull. HA!&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone want to play Twister?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960909-7216278610574220592?l=shallowside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/feeds/7216278610574220592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960909&amp;postID=7216278610574220592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/7216278610574220592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/7216278610574220592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-found-someone-who-will.html' title='I Found Someone Who Will..'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03590957564170003497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960909.post-2579277565805351763</id><published>2007-03-23T13:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T14:17:21.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The X-ray</title><content type='html'>says my wisdom teeth are coming out. Damn it. Did I drink too much milk? Maybe if I stopped drinking them my teeth will stop growing (lack of calcium. HAHA!). Then I won't have to extract them! Yes!! It might work! &lt;br /&gt;Or.. not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm staying home watching DVDs.&lt;br /&gt;What life?&lt;br /&gt;My vacation-life. Whoo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960909-2579277565805351763?l=shallowside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/feeds/2579277565805351763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960909&amp;postID=2579277565805351763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/2579277565805351763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/2579277565805351763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/2007/03/x-ray.html' title='The X-ray'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03590957564170003497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960909.post-5571975484258923934</id><published>2007-03-20T16:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T16:50:22.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Head Thinks</title><content type='html'>I walk between the neighbourhood blocks and sometimes see cute little toddlers holding hands as they walk home from school. I might have probably asked this before.. why is it different when older peeps do the same?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wonder why we look like how we do. I believe there is another me on Earth. Not talking about the alternate universe. Probably living in the other half of this planet is another me, who looks like me, talks like me, sleeps like me, thinks like me. She might even have my fingerprints!!&lt;br /&gt;Paint that picture. Oh.. but what if I'm a he? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yikes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, there are billions of people on this planet. Some places are not yet discovered. So it's not really impossible, is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;暑いです！！！！！&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kill half the sun for the good of all mankind! (more so for me)&lt;br /&gt;*sizzles again*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want to go to the dentist!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960909-5571975484258923934?l=shallowside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/feeds/5571975484258923934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960909&amp;postID=5571975484258923934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/5571975484258923934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/5571975484258923934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/2007/03/kids.html' title='My Head Thinks'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03590957564170003497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960909.post-5420930089339550741</id><published>2007-03-18T20:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T16:25:41.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ああああああーーーーーーー&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;つ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;い&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;暑い!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The heat...&lt;br /&gt;*sizzles*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960909-5420930089339550741?l=shallowside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/feeds/5420930089339550741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960909&amp;postID=5420930089339550741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/5420930089339550741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/5420930089339550741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/2007/03/heat_18.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03590957564170003497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960909.post-8386011843726722103</id><published>2007-03-18T00:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T20:11:20.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Already?!</title><content type='html'>Today's the last day of Happy-Week. &lt;br /&gt;I'm not happy about it. Duh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who loves freshly squeezed lemonade?&lt;br /&gt;I do! Orange juice too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v208/gido324/BlogIt/Bjocloud.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clouds say 'Jo'.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really like movies with gore and lots of blood and chopped and flying limbs, but I watch them anyway. 300 is a pretty good movie. The last speech was really touching. And I finally had my teeth munching on nachos and cheese-dip! And again, I wanna catch Wild Hogs, which received a measly grade F from critics at &lt;i&gt;movie.com&lt;/i&gt; but fans give an average of B+. They say critics never like good movies. And I totally agree. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us girls played with the camera, as usual.&lt;br /&gt;Geraldine says I have small toe(nails).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v208/gido324/BlogIt/Bfourone.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v208/gido324/BlogIt/Blegs.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. We were having a lot of fun at Daiso too, like posing with baskets as hats. Speaking of which, I overheard three guys commenting 'nice hats' as they passed us by. It's great to have other people thinking along the same lines. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v208/gido324/BlogIt/Bhats.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v208/gido324/BlogIt/Bmine.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the snack section belongs to us two. Only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v208/gido324/BlogIt/Borange.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They know how much I love them, &lt;br /&gt;no matter how mis-matched their shoes are,&lt;br /&gt;or how they always try to block my face from the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v208/gido324/BlogIt/Bmehand.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960909-8386011843726722103?l=shallowside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/feeds/8386011843726722103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960909&amp;postID=8386011843726722103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/8386011843726722103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/8386011843726722103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/2007/03/already.html' title='Already?!'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03590957564170003497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960909.post-7252186021290168829</id><published>2007-03-16T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T00:03:27.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Did You Know</title><content type='html'>That a group of crows is called a murder?&lt;br /&gt;A murder of crows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;CROWS! You murderers!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v208/gido324/BlogIt/desktopmarch.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel somewhat happy when I look at my lappie's screen.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why doesn't anyone believe I have a good sense of direction?&lt;br /&gt;Wild Hogs, anyone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960909-7252186021290168829?l=shallowside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/feeds/7252186021290168829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960909&amp;postID=7252186021290168829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/7252186021290168829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/7252186021290168829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/2007/03/did-you-know.html' title='Did You Know'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03590957564170003497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960909.post-4247896393510401256</id><published>2007-03-15T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T00:38:13.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Listen to Music</title><content type='html'>This the happiest vacation-week so far!!&lt;br /&gt;You can tell by the horrid attempt at looking slim for the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v208/gido324/BlogIt/BJJ.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v208/gido324/BlogIt/BGJ.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eyebags too. It's supposed to be vacation.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music and Lyrics is a really sweet movie. Don't miss it. Hugh Grant is charming as ever. Drew Barrymore's lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does the weather get hot and humid one day and wet and sticky the next? Why did we walk for 6 hours today? Why is there nothing else to do in town? I really like the song &lt;i&gt;Don't Write Me Off Just Yet&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Savage Garden's &lt;a href="http://www.yousendit.com/download/T2dmV0oxT01wM2swTVE9PQ"&gt;The Lover After Me&lt;/a&gt; too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a T-shirt fan!&lt;br /&gt;I like them much better than erm.. blouses! HA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960909-4247896393510401256?l=shallowside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/feeds/4247896393510401256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960909&amp;postID=4247896393510401256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/4247896393510401256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/4247896393510401256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/2007/03/listen-to-music.html' title='Listen to Music'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03590957564170003497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960909.post-8597053542130494911</id><published>2007-03-14T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T22:36:05.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's Yesterday</title><content type='html'>I passed my modules! I should never have worried about taking supplementary papers. Whoo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'N Sync's Celebrity album wasn't on sale where I looked yesterday. So I got The Cranberries' Stars instead. My first ever song from them was &lt;i&gt;Animal Instinct&lt;/i&gt;. It played in my dad's car with Savage Garden's &lt;i&gt;Crash and Burn&lt;/i&gt; a million years ago. I love both songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v208/gido324/BlogIt/Bbook.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click to download. &lt;a href="http://download.yousendit.com/E26C7FE259B35DE5"&gt;Animal Instinct&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know where Orchard Library is now. Will Smith looked really old in &lt;i&gt;Pursuit of Happyness&lt;/i&gt;. His white hair and all. It's a good movie, really. I like The Cranberries and air conditioning. I still don't like yam. I like sleeping late. And say hello to mighty me and great company!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v208/gido324/BlogIt/Bscottme.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v208/gido324/BlogIt/Bme.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I murdered the wall by putting my face there.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, how do ya'll like ShallowSide's new face?&lt;br /&gt;Hyde is looking very pretty on top of the screen, I know. &lt;br /&gt;I like it. A lot. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;I PASSED!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960909-8597053542130494911?l=shallowside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/feeds/8597053542130494911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960909&amp;postID=8597053542130494911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/8597053542130494911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/8597053542130494911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/2007/03/todays-yesterday.html' title='Today&apos;s Yesterday'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03590957564170003497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960909.post-7014901116591616660</id><published>2007-03-11T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T21:27:24.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes With The Teeth Out</title><content type='html'>When I go somewhere unfamiliar and meet new people, I smile. Sometimes with my teeth showing, sometimes not. I might give a genuine smile, or I might smile for the sake of it, out of politeness. If I'm delighted, I might just beam till my eyes are reduced to slits. If I know something you don't, I might give a smirk equivelant to that of the devil's. Muahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I like goofy grins best. They're infectious, don't you think? &lt;br /&gt;Makes people laugh. Makes me laugh! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to watch movies!..&lt;br /&gt;And shop and relax and sleep and travel to somewhere cold and snowy and eat After Eight mints and visit museums and be able to talk to animals and smile everyday and make a trip down to Universal Studio's themepark and listen to Hyde and Laruku live and eat sushi and.. and.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of typing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960909-7014901116591616660?l=shallowside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/feeds/7014901116591616660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960909&amp;postID=7014901116591616660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/7014901116591616660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/7014901116591616660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/2007/03/sometimes-with-teeth-out.html' title='Sometimes With The Teeth Out'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03590957564170003497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960909.post-3844167097622706837</id><published>2007-03-10T08:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T09:04:13.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Skin?</title><content type='html'>I haven't slept since Friday 1pm.&lt;br /&gt;And I was a cat-watcher last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v208/gido324/BlogIt/BAha.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, no harm lookin' kooky in the morning.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I wait for myself to stop bumming and lazing around and find a vacation job with a decent wage, I shall think up a new face for ShallowSide! I'm half-thinking of bringing back that old skin from (version.Red), if anyone still remembers how it looks like. The other half of me wants something new altogether.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh.. breakfast at McDonald's first.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes. You know what?&lt;br /&gt;I've yet to catch the movies that I planned to watch. Watership Down included.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Craving of the day: &lt;b&gt;Mac's Big Breakfast!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960909-3844167097622706837?l=shallowside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/feeds/3844167097622706837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960909&amp;postID=3844167097622706837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/3844167097622706837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/3844167097622706837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/2007/03/new-skin.html' title='New Skin?'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03590957564170003497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960909.post-1337036614128671733</id><published>2007-03-07T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T01:22:53.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Erm..</title><content type='html'>Freaks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;FREAKAZOIDS!!!!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ho hum pig's bum.&lt;br /&gt;Gibberish jabberwocky only because ShallowSide needs 'em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU! YOU! YOU! YOU! and YOU!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;That makes everyone. HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#CCCCCC"&gt;At 1am..&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I laugh? Can I laugh?!?!&lt;br /&gt;NO I CAN'T! &lt;br /&gt;I need to laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Whose Line Is It Anyway&lt;/i&gt;.. I hate you!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960909-1337036614128671733?l=shallowside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/feeds/1337036614128671733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960909&amp;postID=1337036614128671733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/1337036614128671733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/1337036614128671733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/2007/03/erm.html' title='Erm..'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03590957564170003497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960909.post-3960088144033308676</id><published>2007-03-06T11:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T11:55:48.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Watership Down</title><content type='html'>Richard Adam's &lt;b&gt;Watership Down&lt;/b&gt; has been my favourite book since more than half a decade back. The pages are all yellow and powdery now, but it's a book I'll never give away. Please do tell me if you have the VCD or DVD to the film. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://imagesource.art.com/images/-/Watership-Down-Poster-C10134430.jpeg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a sucker for comedies and happy endings. A Draco x Hermione junkie as well. (too much fanfiction) Anyways, some authors posting their stories on the internet deserve to have their stories printed and published.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were many things planned for today. They had to be cancelled. I believe in leaving and moving on to a better world. One where everyone lives happily ever after.&lt;br /&gt;It's good. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960909-3960088144033308676?l=shallowside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/feeds/3960088144033308676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960909&amp;postID=3960088144033308676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/3960088144033308676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/3960088144033308676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/2007/03/watership-down.html' title='Watership Down'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03590957564170003497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960909.post-2984564198542731001</id><published>2007-02-28T16:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T23:24:56.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Are You Today?</title><content type='html'>Not good..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After tomorrow, I'll be a free bird from jail-school and won't have to mug for another four months or so. Somehow, I took a very short nap and woke up feelin' like fragments of foul-smelling dreck. So bad even listening to my favourite songs don't help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PMS? &lt;br /&gt;Well if it is, go away! Boo!&lt;br /&gt;Cheer-pills from someone please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- &lt;b&gt;After..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comes the last day of February - today. Turned out all I needed was a good workout, and an aching back and butt after that. I'm all up now! My computer is crawling. Something is wrong, I know it! But the scans says otherwise. Rock music sometimes turn me off because of squeaky vocalists like him from YellowCard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rainwater soaked up my socks and clothes.&lt;br /&gt;My feet were wrinkly for a good fifteen minutes after shower.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960909-2984564198542731001?l=shallowside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/feeds/2984564198542731001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960909&amp;postID=2984564198542731001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/2984564198542731001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/2984564198542731001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/2007/02/not-good.html' title='How Are You Today?'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03590957564170003497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960909.post-3407116707439996101</id><published>2007-02-25T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T18:40:46.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That Rock Band</title><content type='html'>OH MY GOD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;L'Arc~en~Ciel HAS A NEW SINGLE COMING OUUUUUTTTTT!!!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;*goes crazy*&lt;br /&gt;*dances*&lt;br /&gt;*sings*&lt;br /&gt;*forgets about exams for a few delightful moments*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v208/gido324/BlogIt/BLarc.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I ever mentioned I am only totally obsessed over the guy on the right of the picture? If I haven't, or if I already had, I am really lovin' that guy. And the band too, of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;chants&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HYDE HYDE HYDE HYDE HYDE HYDE...&lt;br /&gt;FIRST MARCH FIRST MARCH FIRST MARCH....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960909-3407116707439996101?l=shallowside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/feeds/3407116707439996101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960909&amp;postID=3407116707439996101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/3407116707439996101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/3407116707439996101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/2007/02/oh-my-god-larcenciel-has-new-single.html' title='That Rock Band'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03590957564170003497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960909.post-1611814220440226803</id><published>2007-02-24T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T13:07:05.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Expanding Bottoms</title><content type='html'>I am taking some time off.&lt;br /&gt;Cancel that. I am taking A LOT of time off from my notes tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to play mahjong. But check this out, I actually could play it with my granny's friends when I was younger. Probably a decade or more ago. The game's cleaned outta my mind now.&lt;br /&gt;So... Yea, I don't know how to play mahjong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This particular vision of Mao ZeDong came to me while I was on stuff-every-word-into-my-head mode just now. Years ago, while I was still muggin' for the big Os, I remembered Mao ZeDong as a rambutan. Simply because &lt;i&gt;mao = hairy --&gt; hairy fruit&lt;/i&gt;. So in my vision, the rambutan was running across the bridge during the Long March..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I STILL REMEMBER!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad bought home chicken satay tonight. I Like!&lt;br /&gt;Mutton's too tough. Is there beef satay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm adding another CD to my Things-To-Buy list. &lt;br /&gt;Hinder has me hooked to &lt;i&gt;Lips of an Angel&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe because I like vocalists with a deep, husky voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chant with me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;FIRST MARCH! FIRST MARCH! FIRST MARCH!!..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960909-1611814220440226803?l=shallowside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/feeds/1611814220440226803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960909&amp;postID=1611814220440226803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/1611814220440226803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/1611814220440226803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/2007/02/expanding-bottoms.html' title='Expanding Bottoms'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03590957564170003497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960909.post-6735110961064937771</id><published>2007-02-22T12:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T13:05:53.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Teevee</title><content type='html'>I really dislike TP for scheduling the exams right after the lunar new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sesame Street is on telly now. The number of today is seventeen. I used to like Elmo a lot, that cute red stuffed-puppet. Now, its cuteness is overrated. But that's besides the point. The show gets me wondering whenever bestfriends Ernie and Bert comes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does Bert have one long thick and black eyebrow, while Ernie has none?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960909-6735110961064937771?l=shallowside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/feeds/6735110961064937771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960909&amp;postID=6735110961064937771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/6735110961064937771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/6735110961064937771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/2007/02/old-teevee.html' title='Old Teevee'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03590957564170003497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960909.post-5489961293517414401</id><published>2007-02-21T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T22:01:41.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Revision</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v208/gido324/BlogIt/Bflower.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flowers in the vase have bloomed!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO. We kicked off some flab, minus the pumpings I couldn't do. Went back to ShapeStudio today to hear Dino comment, '&lt;i&gt;You put on weight ar&lt;/i&gt;!' He then went on to talk about flabby arms and taxis. So much for looking forward to his class today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three eggs and Black Forest with a cherry on top. Double whipped cream too.&lt;br /&gt;And watched some convicts try to break outta prison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REVISION sucks, big time.&lt;br /&gt;Oh.. &lt;i&gt;cry me a river.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960909-5489961293517414401?l=shallowside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/feeds/5489961293517414401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960909&amp;postID=5489961293517414401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/5489961293517414401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/5489961293517414401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/2007/02/hello-revision.html' title='Hello Revision'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03590957564170003497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960909.post-8582284001372729406</id><published>2007-02-19T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T00:08:37.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Love</title><content type='html'>I LOVE SAVAGE GARDEN!&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE 'N SYNC!!&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE JC CHASEZ!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will raid HMV soon.&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;i&gt;procrastination&lt;/i&gt; is THE word.&lt;br /&gt;Today, tomorrow, the day after.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960909-8582284001372729406?l=shallowside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/feeds/8582284001372729406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960909&amp;postID=8582284001372729406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/8582284001372729406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/8582284001372729406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/2007/02/old-love.html' title='Old Love'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03590957564170003497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960909.post-4198023863842860229</id><published>2007-02-18T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T20:52:21.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Piggified Year</title><content type='html'>To all logged on to ShallowSide,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;It's gonna be a piggified year!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really mean that.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, check out my new bedcovers!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v208/gido324/BlogIt/Bnewcovers.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's PINK LOVE for you and I, baby!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. Like any other first day of the Chinese New Year, the Sun threatened once again to melt my skin away. It's like the weather's planned to be clear and sunny and warm and humid over here every year. I dare bet it'll be the same next year. BOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v208/gido324/BlogIt/B3cuz.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v208/gido324/BlogIt/Bmatme.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom's asking me to pierce my ears again. Somebody stop her, I don't want needles through my skin! *wails*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That aside, &lt;b&gt;time to PIG OUT!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And watch &lt;i&gt;Are You Afraid of The Dark&lt;/i&gt;.. muahahhaa...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960909-4198023863842860229?l=shallowside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/feeds/4198023863842860229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960909&amp;postID=4198023863842860229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/4198023863842860229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/4198023863842860229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/2007/02/piggified-year.html' title='Piggified Year'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03590957564170003497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960909.post-8513025765549782583</id><published>2007-02-16T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T21:09:26.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's OVER!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v208/gido324/BlogIt/Bwalk.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the school grounds.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Already, I miss walking past the computer labs after school to get outta the campus, the call of the peacocks, their shit, and their pretty feathers. I will definitely miss meeting all my very beloved groupmates at the habourfront bus interchange or the Sentosa Express station every morning before class. And I'll never forget how we had to bring our lappies to school for projects. I miss the wait for our turn to use the school printers, and the snacks that we bought from the bookshop, and the many times we stayed up through the night to complete reports so we'd meet the deadline in time. I love the times when we had long breaks and decide to rush to Habourfront Center for lunch at PastaMania, the durian milkshake, KouFu, and the very convenient SevenEleven. Heck, I miss the fact that Palawan beach was just 5 minutes away from school. I'll miss the Sentosa bus and the very cute and friendly uncle who never failed to greet us. Culinary and Service classes are unforgettable, and very much enjoyable when I think back now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss the many many many countless tangible and intangible and exciting and horrible and embarrassing things that happened at the Tourism Acadamy, happy or unhappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v208/gido324/BlogIt/Bparade.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v208/gido324/BlogIt/Bhome.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That corridor to home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I DON'T WANNA LEAVE!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960909-8513025765549782583?l=shallowside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/feeds/8513025765549782583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960909&amp;postID=8513025765549782583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/8513025765549782583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/8513025765549782583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/2007/02/its-over.html' title='It&apos;s OVER!!!'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03590957564170003497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960909.post-1470119973904341925</id><published>2007-02-15T19:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T21:31:26.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fourteenth February!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v208/gido324/BlogIt/Boutside.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Service Execution day is over! I dreaded it, but I loved yesterday all the same. Work behind the bar was uber busy. Very fun, very exciting, the teachers commented we were the best class so far, and major credits to the rest of the team. YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v208/gido324/BlogIt/Bjinandi.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v208/gido324/BlogIt/Bbar.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wrecked up the bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v208/gido324/BlogIt/BRITS.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v208/gido324/BlogIt/Bmonster.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v208/gido324/BlogIt/Bteam.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I present you Service Team Wednesday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos are &lt;b&gt;UP&lt;/b&gt;!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://good-times.webshots.com/album/557658097lkuLhx"&gt;HERE!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then comes after class. I was extremely late last night and felt really really bad about it. T.T Lots of talks and walks, and Epic Movie was great though full of crap. All in all, it was grrreeeaaatttt!!! Just &lt;s&gt;missing&lt;/s&gt; neoprints. HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v208/gido324/BlogIt/BLOVE.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so love TAS and will miss it when tomorrow ends. Heck, I miss it already. Lemme study there foreverrr!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I got the bestest thing today. Not clothes or shoes, but PINEAPPLE TARTS!!!! WHEE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960909-1470119973904341925?l=shallowside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/feeds/1470119973904341925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960909&amp;postID=1470119973904341925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/1470119973904341925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/1470119973904341925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/2007/02/fourteenth-february.html' title='Fourteenth February!!!'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03590957564170003497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960909.post-1485279825784916481</id><published>2007-02-12T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T23:29:26.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Ugly</title><content type='html'>I wasted my afternoon at VivoCity and had a slice of Oreo Cheesecake. I love cheesecakes because they're cheesy and not spongy. Compare them to pandan cakes from the neighbourhood confectionary. Cheesecakes win!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like dreams. Fantasies and false realities that only exist in the mind, fascinating aye? Some nights, I dream that this city I live in is submerged underwater. We all could breathe and we didn't have unsightly gills! The weather is always cool, though it's sad that it will never snow. And while I'm on the topic of snow, I sometimes dream that I live in a snowglobe. And I absolutely hated it when someone picks up my globe and shakes it. Gets me head giddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're all just dreams though..&lt;br /&gt;But YAY to snowglobes and winter!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v208/gido324/BlogIt/Bugly.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say Hello to my very Ugly shirt!!!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960909-1485279825784916481?l=shallowside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/feeds/1485279825784916481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960909&amp;postID=1485279825784916481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/1485279825784916481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/1485279825784916481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/2007/02/hello-ugly.html' title='Hello Ugly'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03590957564170003497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960909.post-8698173167102095215</id><published>2007-02-11T12:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T22:16:02.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Know What?</title><content type='html'>I was just thinking, why do I paint my toenails midnight blue? They've been that colour for the past few weeks, on and off. I could have done it pink, green, gold, or just left it alone. Leaving it alone would be best, so my nails can breathe. But that would be too plain. Plain Jane. Wrong, Plain Jo. You know what? I think it's because I like midnight blue. And as much as I like green too, I won't torture the looks of my already-ugly-toes with that colour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v208/gido324/BlogIt/Bstairway.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took this sometime back. Like that korean drama titled &lt;i&gt;Stairway to Heaven&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's another thing, why do guys not paint their nails? &lt;br /&gt;Oh.. you know what? I don't care. As long as there is midnight blue, everything is fine. Last one, you know what? I feel like watching Casper the movie, Anastasia and Matilda. Especially &lt;i&gt;Matilda&lt;/i&gt;! WHOO! I'm just being wacky today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update!! (10 hours later)&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE NEW BEDCOVERS!!!! I looooooovvve new bedcovers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960909-8698173167102095215?l=shallowside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/feeds/8698173167102095215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960909&amp;postID=8698173167102095215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/8698173167102095215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/8698173167102095215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/2007/02/you-know-what.html' title='You Know What?'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03590957564170003497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960909.post-6832109887295677902</id><published>2007-02-08T16:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T17:28:43.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fetish, Kind Of</title><content type='html'>If you didn't know, I've got this fetish for haircuts. Visits to the salon get me up and excited and happy everytime. I like to see the ends of my hair get snipped off. Always lift a certain amount of weight off my shoulders for some funny reason, haircuts do. And may I add, the more expensive the haircut, the more I rejoice! Of course, I'm reasonable and won't pay fifty for one snipsnip session. Having a nice chat with a cool-looking dude of a stylist made the visit even more enjoyable. HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas, service proficiency test is OVER. And I found out Dino has a house just a hundred meters from mine! Thank all goodness he's rented it out to another family or he'll drag me to the park for a run everytime he sees me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy now, but I have an urge to go for another haircut.&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll take a nap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960909-6832109887295677902?l=shallowside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/feeds/6832109887295677902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960909&amp;postID=6832109887295677902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/6832109887295677902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/6832109887295677902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/2007/02/fetish-kind-of.html' title='Fetish, Kind Of'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03590957564170003497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960909.post-3406062499680724955</id><published>2007-02-05T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T00:44:29.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mudpie Night</title><content type='html'>There are certain days when I have to drag myself outta bed because the pillow is being so comfortable, and me being very reluctant to get my butt away from the warm sheets. Today is such a day. &lt;br /&gt;Such a day, I wanted to skip classes and stay in dreamland till I can sleep no more.&lt;br /&gt;Such a day, I wished time stopped when the Sun peaked from one end of the globe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few of us primary three classmates had another meet-up session this evening! We owe it to Noel. Ha! Past memories, awesome fun, and wonderful dessert! Wheeeee!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v208/gido324/BlogIt/Bclass.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I AM ONE HAPPY GIRL TONIGHT!&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a very round head,&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for next class gathering,&lt;br /&gt;And I want kickboxing! NOW! &gt;.&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960909-3406062499680724955?l=shallowside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/feeds/3406062499680724955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960909&amp;postID=3406062499680724955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/3406062499680724955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/3406062499680724955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/2007/02/mudpie-night.html' title='The Mudpie Night'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03590957564170003497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960909.post-2290040118732402547</id><published>2007-02-03T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T01:23:35.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saw-ed Through ChinaTown</title><content type='html'>Watching Saw3 is possibly the most painful movie experience. My packet of Ruffles became the movie highlight. It kindly covered half the TV screen for me. My knees and hands helped cover the other half for certain periods of time. The girl beside me had her eyes wide open throughout the hour and a half. HOW?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ChinaTown was PACKED! Shoulders rubbing against shoulders, feet stepping on feet. I merely wanted a free ride home from Dad! But everyone knows nothing is free, so I had to work for it. I had to squeeze my way through a million bodies. It wasn't easy, because too many people leads to suffocation. I wanted to buy a couple of bamboo poles to separate the horde of people in front of me, so I could have a clear path ahead to walk, and some air to breathe. &lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. I wanted to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, there always is the good and bad. I got to see authentic chinese stuffs, sample goodies and snacks, and I passed by a chinese puppet show! I haven't seen one in &lt;i&gt;ages&lt;/i&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v208/gido324/BlogIt/Bchinesepuppet.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960909-2290040118732402547?l=shallowside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/feeds/2290040118732402547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960909&amp;postID=2290040118732402547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/2290040118732402547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/2290040118732402547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/2007/02/saw-ed-through-chinatown.html' title='Saw-ed Through ChinaTown'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03590957564170003497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960909.post-609326740823781309</id><published>2007-02-02T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T22:30:06.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blink Blink</title><content type='html'>I want chocolates. &lt;br /&gt;None in the refrigerator. &lt;br /&gt;Boo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has occurred to me many times that when I wish to eat a particular something, what I have for my tummy in the end is way different. The mind knows not what the tongue wants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mind knows not what the heart wants.&lt;br /&gt;Agree with me. :):)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960909-609326740823781309?l=shallowside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/feeds/609326740823781309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960909&amp;postID=609326740823781309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/609326740823781309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/609326740823781309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/2007/02/blink-blink.html' title='Blink Blink'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03590957564170003497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960909.post-8406527674536572321</id><published>2007-02-01T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T14:55:15.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mind Drowns</title><content type='html'>So here I am typing out another blabber of nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A thought struck me a few minutes ago. What will become of me, or the world actually, if communication were to cease this very moment. I won't be able to blog anymore, no one will be able to speak or make any sort of movement to anyone, no jumping for joy, no waving goodbye, no raising of the eyebrow, and there will be NO TEEVEE! No words will come out, no sign language, no letters... &lt;br /&gt;Earth might as well be dead as Pluto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;World without the telly, I can live that. World without speaking to family and friends, I'd rather jump off the balcony. (I live on the 12th storey.) It doesn't mean I won't be able to see them at all, I just won't be able to convey whatever messages. I can't really look at them either 'cos one can quite tell how you feel through facial expressions. And that, would fall under the communication-umbrella. In other words, if I really want to look at them, I will need to have a frozen neutral expression plastered to my face. Oh nonononono... Imagine not being able to twitch the lips to even the slightest of a smile.. How can anyone?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, on the greener side of this communication field, I won't have to take exams!! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind wanders far today. &lt;br /&gt;And very willing to drown itself in Nora Roberts' romance novels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the meantime, to whichever restless soul reading,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://download.yousendit.com/354D81D90768D4D4"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Yuki no Hana&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by the lovely, skinny and talented Mika Nakashima.&lt;br /&gt;It is not rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v208/gido324/BlogIt/Bmika.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should get started on studying for Service quiz tomorrow morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Self-note:&lt;br /&gt;I still believe in faeries and magick. I believe in spells and tales of the past. And I do not have proof that Pluto is dead 'cos I believe in extraterrestrial life as well. AND..!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'M GOING TO PHUKET AGAIN!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*proceeds to hug pillow and bounce on bed*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960909-8406527674536572321?l=shallowside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/feeds/8406527674536572321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960909&amp;postID=8406527674536572321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/8406527674536572321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/8406527674536572321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/2007/02/mind-drowns.html' title='The Mind Drowns'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03590957564170003497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960909.post-58223937830365498</id><published>2007-01-31T13:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T21:52:55.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The S-Street</title><content type='html'>Life is like Lombard Street in San Francisco. Breaks have gotta be working pretty well for this five-mile wild and curvy ride. Like how the first fifty years of our lives are usually full of ups and downs. And we all know the road will become straight eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v208/gido324/BlogIt/Blombard.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would really like to find out what my room would look like if I took a hard-left turn and change my teddified room to a nostalgic 1970s peace-love theme. Sweet. I would love myself with a talent to whip up some good food. Like how to prepare myself the perfect Zinger burger. HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;It's FREE LOVE BABY!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passing clouds have become my muse.&lt;br /&gt;And I really really really can't wait for vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v208/gido324/BlogIt/Bcraze.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really really really can't wait.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960909-58223937830365498?l=shallowside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/feeds/58223937830365498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960909&amp;postID=58223937830365498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/58223937830365498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/58223937830365498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/2007/01/s-street.html' title='The S-Street'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03590957564170003497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960909.post-9207377592855821121</id><published>2007-01-29T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T00:41:29.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Notebook</title><content type='html'>I love the cool weather. May tomorrow be the same.&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't last fifteen minutes of the gory movie, Saw 3.&lt;br /&gt;Obsessed with what to do to my hair the entire afternoon. &lt;i&gt;thrilled!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I decided to pick up the paintbrush today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v208/gido324/BlogIt/Bdiarycover.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last page of my notebook.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960909-9207377592855821121?l=shallowside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/feeds/9207377592855821121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960909&amp;postID=9207377592855821121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/9207377592855821121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/9207377592855821121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-notebook.html' title='My Notebook'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03590957564170003497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960909.post-8148079636508909107</id><published>2007-01-27T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T00:23:28.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramblings</title><content type='html'>How do I start?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least sixty-three moons, Jupiter has. Earth possess only one. I love my planet. It's nature I sometimes detest. The balance of nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before human evolution began 2345321?????? years ago, before us &lt;i&gt;homo sapiens&lt;/i&gt; made our appearance on Earth, when the mega-bodied dinosaurs reigned free on Earth, there was such a thing as balance. But nothing such as absolute peace in nature. Or so I feel. One species killed another, or their own kind, for food and survival. How could there have been peace if killing and violence was involved? But I believe that it is with violent mess and chaos, things that oppose the idea of peace, that lets nature attain a balance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I think this balance has been tilted. I'm talking about nature's balance in every way. Why else would there be a growing need to fight for peace? Why should there be environmentalists helping in the efforts of Earth conservation when we shouldn't have done any harm to it in the first place? Why are there animal reserves and zoos to cage animals in so that they don't come face to face with poachers or extinction? Why should there be a redundant need for concrete buildings and jewels and burning of fossil fuels when we all can just live in straw huts or tree houses and burn wood for warmth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, in all honesty, I can't really imagine myself living in a treehouse. But, yea.. I just don't like the fact that there is such a need to fight for peace, and to keep Earth safe and &lt;i&gt;livable&lt;/i&gt; in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do know and realise that I am typing contradictions (once again) because I am using electricity from fossil fuels this very instant. And that I am fighting racism and discrimination within myself because I don't really feel at ease when I'm around certain people who speak a certain different language. I blame nature. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, I will now stop typing out the incessant trail of opposing thoughts going through my head because I don't know what point exactly I am trying to drive through. *cackles an evil laugh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, for some overdued Thailand photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v208/gido324/BlogIt/Bbeach.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Fat, this is where we plan to go. Whee!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v208/gido324/BlogIt/Bscuba.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v208/gido324/BlogIt/Balien.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally the alien who landed and got stuck on one of Phuket's lamp post by accident.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960909-8148079636508909107?l=shallowside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/feeds/8148079636508909107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960909&amp;postID=8148079636508909107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/8148079636508909107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/8148079636508909107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/2007/01/ramblings.html' title='Ramblings'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03590957564170003497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960909.post-3107277347456232110</id><published>2007-01-26T02:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T00:22:33.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Possibly Impossible</title><content type='html'>Or not. It might just be impossibly possible. It's bizarre how a switch between the two words can differ so much in meaning. I can't put thoughts into words. This is as deep &lt;i&gt;Shallow&lt;/i&gt;Side can get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first service class at RITS has finally gone by, and so has the MICE test. Turned out more than three-quarters of what I studied weren't tested for the latter. It's quite fustrating. It is also quite fortunate, on the other hand, that there was only one essay question. &lt;br /&gt;Damn. I dread the coming examinations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mosaic artpiece is only half-done and I'm getting quite sick of doing it. Many thanks to it, but mostly to myself and the very active lazy-bug that resides within me, I didn't study for the basic theory test for driving. So I am deciding to forgo the test and sleep in later today. Yes, I value sleep more than the money I paid for the test. Right now, I'm just letting the lazy-bug crawl all over me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1pm is coming soon! I can't wait for Arts Appreciation class to be gone with the wind. At least for this week. And I hope the weather's cool and windy and cloudy and.. just cooooooooool later today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To end off, please agree with me that there is some immense talent pumpin' through the veins of the this J-rock band. This song below, I feel, belongs in the realm of beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kagrra&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;a href="http://download.yousendit.com/CE0ACCE87BC7BE92"&gt;Himitsu&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, but don't be mistaken..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v208/gido324/BlogIt/Bhyde.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still very much in love with HYDE. XD&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;&gt;.&lt;&gt;.&lt;&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;The clock says 2.20pm. I'm back home with eyes reduced to slits. -.- &lt;br /&gt;And if everyone hadn't noticed, I misspelled &lt;i&gt;bizarre&lt;/i&gt; as &lt;i&gt;bazaar&lt;/i&gt;. HA! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v208/gido324/BlogIt/Bmosaic.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960909-3107277347456232110?l=shallowside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/feeds/3107277347456232110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960909&amp;postID=3107277347456232110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/3107277347456232110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/3107277347456232110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/2007/01/possibly-impossible_26.html' title='Possibly Impossible'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03590957564170003497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960909.post-5103474139925591440</id><published>2007-01-22T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T00:09:31.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*GAG*</title><content type='html'>Fat, you know what I'm talking about. Boohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to travel all over Europe, India, Africa, Japan.. Heck, I can go on and on. I will put together all the rugs and cloths there is at home to make a magic carpet that'll take me around the world!!! I want to get on the plane and fly everywhere! Imagine what I can see. The rivers, the forests, the land, the.. I just hope there won't be a thick layer of global warming gases up in the sky to kill my lungs and I. Give me Disney Channel and Laruku's concert tickets tooooooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v208/gido324/BlogIt/Bvicmurder.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victim. Murderer.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love the girls for the late present.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960909-5103474139925591440?l=shallowside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/feeds/5103474139925591440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960909&amp;postID=5103474139925591440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/5103474139925591440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/5103474139925591440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/2007/01/gag.html' title='*GAG*'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03590957564170003497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960909.post-956654375819855488</id><published>2007-01-21T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T23:16:23.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It Starts Again</title><content type='html'>I was referring to school. That one place that have me travel for an hour and fifteen minutes every weekday. But it doesn't bother me, I like it there. Better than the over-populated campus at Tampines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night out on Friday to ChompChomp. Made me realise how I suck at indian poker. Came home smelling &lt;i&gt;bad&lt;/i&gt;. Mom was sniffing all over me. Had fun nonetheless. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm best at procrastinating. How I manage to read fanfiction for hours a day, and leave other more important stuffs pile on my desk till now, I don't know. Reminds me, Wish-chan hasn't update in almost A YEAR! My mind wonders how I've managed to follow this now-50-chapter story since 2001. So why am I still checking the website for updates? Oh, because I know &lt;i&gt;Syaoran's so dashingly cute!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kagrra's new album is due out on 14Feb. Including the shipping charges, it'll burn at least a $50-hole in my pocket. I don't know if I should get it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960909-956654375819855488?l=shallowside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/feeds/956654375819855488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960909&amp;postID=956654375819855488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/956654375819855488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/956654375819855488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/2007/01/it-starts-again.html' title='It Starts Again'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03590957564170003497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960909.post-4670764082701834106</id><published>2007-01-17T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T03:51:54.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloody Ant</title><content type='html'>I'm all sore from kb today. &lt;br /&gt;An ant bit me. IT BIT ME! Bloody ant.&lt;br /&gt;Love Wednesdays. =)&lt;br /&gt;And I want to sleep cos my double eyebags are popping out. ==.==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v208/gido324/BlogIt/Bcove.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty and blue.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960909-4670764082701834106?l=shallowside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/feeds/4670764082701834106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960909&amp;postID=4670764082701834106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/4670764082701834106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/4670764082701834106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/2007/01/last-cove-day.html' title='Bloody Ant'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03590957564170003497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960909.post-1724695844465351015</id><published>2007-01-14T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T23:44:42.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Art Stamps</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v208/gido324/BlogIt/Bpost.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where they used to post mails.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The three girls presented me with something very sweet during dinner last night. They made a photo album for me! It was really nice and thoughtful of them to pick out the nastiest photos of me and the best photos of themselves. I really love it! But I don't think I'll flip through it 40times everyday. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v208/gido324/BlogIt/Bphoto.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The album comes with very imaginative captions and decorations.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like pasta with lots of cheese. Would love to try the durian milkshake from SeahIm. Want more AfterEight mint-chocolates. What will happen after I die? Ohh.. maybe I'll reincarnate into water molecules. There is no death in water. I'll get to see what's living thousands of feet under the ocean waters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-End of random chants.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v208/gido324/BlogIt/Bclog.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to all who doesn't know how a wooden clog looks like.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960909-1724695844465351015?l=shallowside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/feeds/1724695844465351015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960909&amp;postID=1724695844465351015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/1724695844465351015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/1724695844465351015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/2007/01/art-stamps.html' title='Art Stamps'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03590957564170003497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960909.post-4740015310778800701</id><published>2007-01-12T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T23:40:41.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blueberries</title><content type='html'>I was looking at my painted toenails and was reminded of blueberries. They're blue. PMS is here, so I'm feelin' blue too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rain hasn't stopped since last night. Weather forecasts say there'll be an 80% chance of precipitation tomorrow. If only they meant snow. When clouds amass, it'll look like an everlasting piece of white, fluffy land. Deep foot imprints will be left behind the path you walk and the Sun provides just enough warmth. Say, marshmellows will grow on the ground of clouds and you'll never get sick of it.&lt;br /&gt;I like. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Museum today,&lt;br /&gt;Museum tomorrow. (topped with Japanese class.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll try to have eggs every morning. Yahoo! says it'll help me shed pounds, as long as they're not cooked in a lot of fat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960909-4740015310778800701?l=shallowside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/feeds/4740015310778800701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960909&amp;postID=4740015310778800701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/4740015310778800701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/4740015310778800701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/2007/01/blueberries.html' title='Blueberries'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03590957564170003497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960909.post-3031682850592452829</id><published>2007-01-09T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T01:20:10.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nineteen Shits!</title><content type='html'>It's my BIRTHDAY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;which will be over in 5 minutes&lt;br /&gt;And I realise everyone had to add '&lt;b&gt;19th&lt;/b&gt;' to 'Happy Birthday!'&lt;br /&gt;I'm young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all who remembered and sent me greetings, love ya'll!! &lt;br /&gt;I really do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I had..&lt;br /&gt;4 hours of Lodging tutorial,&lt;br /&gt;an hour satisfying the tummy with eggs,&lt;br /&gt;2 hours of accounting tutorial,&lt;br /&gt;2 hours of FBO tutorial,&lt;br /&gt;blueberry cheesecake with V and J!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheeeeeeeeeeese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad played a trick on me. &lt;br /&gt;He gave me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v208/gido324/BlogIt/Bbday.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Dad.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960909-3031682850592452829?l=shallowside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/feeds/3031682850592452829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960909&amp;postID=3031682850592452829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/3031682850592452829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/3031682850592452829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/2007/01/nineteen-shits.html' title='Nineteen Shits!'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03590957564170003497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960909.post-8802867153430278707</id><published>2007-01-08T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T23:54:49.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It Glows</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v208/gido324/BlogIt/Bglow.jpg"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I find it chemistrifying-cool that my shirt glows under UV-light.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CineMania will be giving its last ride on the 15th this month. Should all students of TA go for the free-rides every school day till then? Same to the muslim food stall opposite the school premise. I think I might just buy a last banana bomb before they keep their dirty tables and chairs tomorrow. No matter how the old malay lady has cheated me of at least $3 since the semester started. May guilt haunt her. Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never flag for a taxi at 8am in the morning cos none will stop. They were all hired this morning! ALL of them that drove past for thirty minutes! I recall a newspaper article about how there were too many taxis on the roads. BULL! &lt;br /&gt;Alright, the rants aren't true. It's really my bad 'cos I overslept and was late for a project meeting. I still feel bad about it. I hate rush hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh.. &lt;br /&gt;I love complaining to the ears of ShallowSide.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960909-8802867153430278707?l=shallowside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/feeds/8802867153430278707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960909&amp;postID=8802867153430278707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/8802867153430278707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/8802867153430278707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/2007/01/it-glows.html' title='It Glows'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03590957564170003497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960909.post-1717416832769765906</id><published>2007-01-06T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T16:26:28.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That White Uniform</title><content type='html'>I had to get up at 7 in the morning and arrive at school an hour early to get ready for CCA, lest I forget to pack anything into my bag or be late for RC training. The butterflies would all start flying in my stomach as I prepared for the day's programmes - lots of tough drills and punishments for reasons that were ironic and ridiculous. &lt;br /&gt;But that was 6 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better days came when we got promoted to lead the unit..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v208/gido324/BlogIt/Bancient.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we looked like that. &lt;br /&gt;Spot me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v208/gido324/BlogIt/Brcmural.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well at least we had a nice-looking mural to make up for our ancient faces. I'm glad it's still there, now with added shoe prints, black dirt, and all. I think I miss life in that green uniform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bee is stripped of it's yellows and blacks. Buzzes too much. Irritates its colleague too much. Colleague wants to smack it with the newspaper roll. *PIACK!!* But it can't. Colleague has to work with the stripless bee till a new Queen arrives.&lt;br /&gt;The colleague hates the stripless bee a lot. A lot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a random note, family went into a laughing-fit this evening. Plentiful jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v208/gido324/BlogIt/Broad.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is what you should see while standing in the middle of the road.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960909-1717416832769765906?l=shallowside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/feeds/1717416832769765906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960909&amp;postID=1717416832769765906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/1717416832769765906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/1717416832769765906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/2007/01/that-white-uniform.html' title='That White Uniform'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03590957564170003497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960909.post-6747832346768320977</id><published>2007-01-03T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T22:32:20.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And The Term Begins..</title><content type='html'>I'm not one who memorise timetables. So I never know when my classes start, nor when they end. Except for Wednesdays cos its Service day (which I know starts at 8am).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day at ritzy-showhouse at S.Cove today was superbly boring. Diana had Wormz to play with, while I have QuadraPop. Stupid handphone games. Whoever came up with the idea of installing games in mobiles is a genius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is it people turn to technology for entertainment nowadays when they can still play with marbles and five-stones? Why is it that I rarely find five-stones at mama-shops anymore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to play that old brick game - Tetris.&lt;br /&gt;Ah.. Tetris is because of technology. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960909-6747832346768320977?l=shallowside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/feeds/6747832346768320977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960909&amp;postID=6747832346768320977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/6747832346768320977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/6747832346768320977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/2007/01/and-term-begins.html' title='And The Term Begins..'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03590957564170003497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960909.post-4250364474453434380</id><published>2007-01-01T19:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T01:10:30.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IT'S 2007 BABY!!!</title><content type='html'>It's time for new year resolutions!&lt;br /&gt;New activities, new faces, new places, new eye-candies, new everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So like,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR, Y'ALL EARTHLINGS!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Countdown was a BLAST!!&lt;br /&gt;Start the last night of the year with Fish 'n' Chips and a mini carnival at Clarke Quay. Then a party at The Balcony with good friends. Whoohoooooo!! Lots of drinks, and enough photos to kill my camera. And! Add a wacky drunk guy (whom we don't know) who respects HaurMing cos he's the sole-survivor after much alcohol. Very funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v208/gido324/BlogIt/Bbalcony.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v208/gido324/BlogIt/Bunknown.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the Mr. Unknowns. &lt;br /&gt;Them who downed shots after shots of martini while singing their school rally. Crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v208/gido324/BlogIt/Bpartyblow.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v208/gido324/BlogIt/Blove.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v208/gido324/BlogIt/Bguys-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v208/gido324/BlogIt/Ball.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all of us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v208/gido324/BlogIt/Bgirls.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After one helluva night. Whoo!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960909-4250364474453434380?l=shallowside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/feeds/4250364474453434380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960909&amp;postID=4250364474453434380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/4250364474453434380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/4250364474453434380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/2007/01/its-2007-baby.html' title='IT&apos;S 2007 BABY!!!'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03590957564170003497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960909.post-4820230763809683910</id><published>2006-12-29T12:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T14:33:28.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missed Me?</title><content type='html'>I am BACK from very sunny Phuket, Thailand!&lt;br /&gt;ShallowSide missed me. HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, the place has nothing other than sand, sea, sun, tons of beachwear and bumpy roads! A virgin snorkeling experience round the PhiPhi Islands and fried rice much better than anywhere else! Asians make 3% of the entire tourist population, the other 97% to blonds, redheads, and brunettes. And there were no other Singaporeans in the same hotel except for my family. Long speedboat rides equals sea-sickness, and long mini-bus rides equals car-sickness. Plane ride was smooth, even through gusty winds and the dark-cloud canopy above Singapore last night.&lt;br /&gt;Yep! I enjoyed myself a lot!&lt;br /&gt;(includes the duty-free shopping)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new year is approaching! The past year has been quite fulfilling. I mean, I couldn't possibly have made it through 365days without doing something I didn't like. How can anyone?&lt;br /&gt;There's just one thing..&lt;br /&gt;I'll be turning 19!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;NINETEEN!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Green shits to growing old no matter how much I look forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;And I enjoy music from Kim Tae Woo anytime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960909-4820230763809683910?l=shallowside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/feeds/4820230763809683910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960909&amp;postID=4820230763809683910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/4820230763809683910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/4820230763809683910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/2006/12/those-dark-clouds.html' title='Missed Me?'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03590957564170003497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960909.post-116697868707179429</id><published>2006-12-25T00:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T00:44:47.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jolly Greetings!</title><content type='html'>The plane awaits me in the afternoon. I'll be back on the 28th, so miss me while I'm gone! The beaches will be pretty and the skies blue with patches of fluffy clouds. Phuket will be paradise. I hope. :):)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Merry Christmas!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960909-116697868707179429?l=shallowside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/feeds/116697868707179429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960909&amp;postID=116697868707179429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/116697868707179429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/116697868707179429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/2006/12/jolly-greetings.html' title='Jolly Greetings!'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03590957564170003497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960909.post-116679930885774809</id><published>2006-12-22T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T22:55:08.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When I Was Nine.</title><content type='html'>I was sent to Class 3/3 where I had one of the greatest teachers. Today, there was a small nine-people primary school gathering at Ms. Tang's place. Lots of laughter and memories. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v208/gido324/BlogIt/B33class.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v208/gido324/BlogIt/Blogcake.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the tiramisu logcake we bought!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Candice, for organizing it!&lt;br /&gt;We're all grown up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960909-116679930885774809?l=shallowside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/feeds/116679930885774809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960909&amp;postID=116679930885774809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/116679930885774809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/116679930885774809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/2006/12/when-i-was-nine.html' title='When I Was Nine.'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03590957564170003497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960909.post-116671654561697775</id><published>2006-12-21T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T23:46:28.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ex-Class Gathering</title><content type='html'>The perfect two days for drizzles and rain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seemed as though everyone came back for a gathering just a couple of months after secondary school graduation. Like the last chalet we had two years ago just before the release of the 'O'level results. Much gratitude and credit to the organising peeps for the short chalet. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cooped up in the small area much of the time cos of wet weather. Plus I really didn't want to walk kilometers to Downtown East for fun. &lt;i&gt;Ah.. I'm exaggerating.&lt;/i&gt; And I wasn't in tippity-top mood either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, I'm glad I saw people I haven't seen since I sold my green school uniform to the rag-and-bone man. There were other familiar faces too! Esp one during breakfast. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v208/gido324/BlogIt/BGeranium.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v208/gido324/BlogIt/Bguys.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys are cooks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v208/gido324/BlogIt/Bwindowone.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest like to stare through the windows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v208/gido324/BlogIt/Bwindowtwo.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only ZhenYan attempted to go through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v208/gido324/BlogIt/Bsocks.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v208/gido324/BlogIt/BJoGra.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v208/gido324/BlogIt/BGraJoJac.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v208/gido324/BlogIt/BKsleep.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've never seen anyone slept like that.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay!&lt;br /&gt;Class 4/2'2004.&lt;br /&gt;Feels great to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v208/gido324/BlogIt/BJo.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960909-116671654561697775?l=shallowside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/feeds/116671654561697775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960909&amp;postID=116671654561697775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/116671654561697775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/116671654561697775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/2006/12/ex-class-gathering.html' title='The Ex-Class Gathering'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03590957564170003497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960909.post-116650914153859244</id><published>2006-12-19T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T23:15:49.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Than Drizzle</title><content type='html'>The sky's been pouring for more than 12 hours! YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather last night was so cool and nice and snuggishly cozy that I drifted off to dreamland at 10. I woke up 13 hours later at 11am. I hope it continues raining. &lt;br /&gt;Oh! I hope it snows!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;雪が大大大～好き！！！！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in rockin' high spirits because...it's class chalet tomorrow!! But my tummy doesn't feel that good. Been losing appetite because I-don't-know-why. The weather makes me feel better. &lt;br /&gt;Argghhh... I'm happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I'm addicted to DBSK.&lt;br /&gt;동방신기 파이팅!!!! &lt;33&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960909-116650914153859244?l=shallowside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/feeds/116650914153859244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960909&amp;postID=116650914153859244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/116650914153859244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/116650914153859244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/2006/12/more-than-drizzle.html' title='More Than Drizzle'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03590957564170003497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960909.post-116637179673921429</id><published>2006-12-17T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T00:12:32.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Morning Queues &amp; Afternoon Naps</title><content type='html'>The queue for JCS registration was ridiculously long. I overheard this lady saying that she started queueing from 8am when the registration starts at 10am. Sheesh.. Anyways, I have two new schoolmates!&lt;br /&gt;And I don't have to carry my sister's MilkTeddy PINK wallet anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;嬉しいです！！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v208/gido324/BlogIt/Bwallet.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stone Lion says: &lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;I'm gonna eat Fullerton Building when I can move my mouth.&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v208/gido324/BlogIt/Blianfull.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pats. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960909-116637179673921429?l=shallowside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/feeds/116637179673921429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960909&amp;postID=116637179673921429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/116637179673921429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/116637179673921429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/2006/12/morning-queues-afternoon-naps.html' title='Morning Queues &amp; Afternoon Naps'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03590957564170003497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960909.post-116619922924082297</id><published>2006-12-15T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T00:34:24.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuppage and Talks</title><content type='html'>Yesterday's exercise left me with aching limbs and tummy. And we saw Patrick at J8, like some uncle on the streets. I miss the classes. I want kickboxing!!&lt;br /&gt;Out with Jing today! Talks and walks. Nice.&lt;br /&gt;Ju-on 2 is on now. TOTEMO KOWAII DESU!!! &lt;br /&gt;But I like..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAHH!! KOWAII!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why cigars are so big. I wonder why cigarette smoke stink. I wonder why horror movies are created. I wonder why I wonder so much. Don't you wonder a lot too? I think you do. Cos I do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miyavi is playing his guitar. =)&lt;br /&gt;And Jess ran the 100m sprint again cos of a roach.&lt;br /&gt;Oops, I said it. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960909-116619922924082297?l=shallowside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/feeds/116619922924082297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960909&amp;postID=116619922924082297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/116619922924082297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/116619922924082297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/2006/12/cuppage-and-talks.html' title='Cuppage and Talks'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03590957564170003497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960909.post-116593911181031356</id><published>2006-12-12T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T17:32:10.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Staying Afloat</title><content type='html'>Wahhhh~!!!!&lt;br /&gt;The three-week vacation is here! Happy desu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Projects, 買い物, staying afloat on this island, Thailand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;今日は　Graceちゃんといっしょうに買い物へ行きました！　楽しかった！&lt;br /&gt;I have new clothes and I want more. I want more お金(money) please. More shopping toooooo. Fun this week, more fun next week, and I'll fly away the week after. I want to fly. Fly Fly Fly! Fly me to the moon and back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to JCS too! I miss Japanese classes.&lt;br /&gt;PSC rocks my stinky black socks! Love you JingMin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel lazy and round and very bulky. Jess' Mom said I grew a lot rounder. I am round. Yes I am. My face is &lt;i&gt;bao-ified&lt;/i&gt;. I liiiike. Not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel lazy.&lt;br /&gt;Ahh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oyasumiyavi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960909-116593911181031356?l=shallowside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/feeds/116593911181031356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960909&amp;postID=116593911181031356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/116593911181031356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/116593911181031356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/2006/12/staying-afloat.html' title='Staying Afloat'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03590957564170003497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960909.post-116559414730839597</id><published>2006-12-08T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T00:09:07.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fairy Godmother</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Mind you, I don't have much time! Gotta get Cinderella back to the ball!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Arts Appreciation group and I did a skit on &lt;i&gt;The Princess and The Frog: Part Two&lt;/i&gt;. I was the 8-year-old daughter and the Fairy Godmother of Cinderella. We were all so into our roles. What fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out bag-hunting with fat which didn't appear in any B.I.R.D. outlets.&lt;br /&gt;And two names for two people: &lt;b&gt;DD&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;JJ&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Us double Js adore. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960909-116559414730839597?l=shallowside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/feeds/116559414730839597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960909&amp;postID=116559414730839597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/116559414730839597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/116559414730839597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/2006/12/fairy-godmother.html' title='Fairy Godmother'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03590957564170003497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960909.post-116541239571375840</id><published>2006-12-06T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T21:46:39.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cove Boredom</title><content type='html'>Sentosa Cove has lavish houses with a brilliant sea-view. &lt;br /&gt;Ritzy showhouses with a two bored teens behind the bar.&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v208/gido324/BlogIt/Bboredom.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea. That's why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diana and I had a great time rolling-eyes at the cab-lady's daughter on our way back from S.Cove. She was on her phone with her friend, and started to speak like some Englishman.&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Hey.. I'm so borrrred... Yea. I went cycling yesterrrrdaiii.&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;It was so bad I can do a better accent than her anytime. Still, it was funny. She is such an embarrassment to her mother. &lt;br /&gt;Oh the poor lady.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960909-116541239571375840?l=shallowside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/feeds/116541239571375840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960909&amp;postID=116541239571375840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/116541239571375840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/116541239571375840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/2006/12/cove-boredom.html' title='Cove Boredom'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03590957564170003497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960909.post-116533888556790254</id><published>2006-12-06T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T01:15:27.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The SpaceShip</title><content type='html'>The oval, glittering spaceship in the toilet caught our eyes. It blew hot air onto our hands and gave us very bulbous faces. Funny reflections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v208/gido324/BlogIt/Bspasticity.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to make &lt;i&gt;Rhyme and Dine&lt;/i&gt; reality so I can have their pies. I want cold soba with ookii tempura ebi, and banana bombs, and EGGS. Cook me eggs! I'm so much an egg-nut I think I'll turn into one!&lt;br /&gt;Eggs are love. My friends are love too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v208/gido324/BlogIt/logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humpty Dumpty sat on a pie.&lt;br /&gt;Humpty Dumpty had a great fall!&lt;br /&gt;All the groupie's glue and all the groupie's stickers,&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't put Humpty Dumpty together again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960909-116533888556790254?l=shallowside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/feeds/116533888556790254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960909&amp;postID=116533888556790254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/116533888556790254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/116533888556790254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/2006/12/spaceship.html' title='The SpaceShip'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03590957564170003497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960909.post-116516071682994352</id><published>2006-12-03T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T00:21:15.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missed</title><content type='html'>I couldn't find the registration slip of paper for me to take the JLPT. Missed it. Pissified. In spite of that I feel comforted cos there's still next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a weird and senseless dream when you dream of Tay Ping Hui as a gay. Almost made a call out to a friend in my half-awake state of mind when I woke up. He said in the dream to call him cos he found suspenders. Almost. Imagine the embarrassment if I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; Hello! You said you have the suspenders right? How can I take them from you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Friend:&lt;/b&gt; Huh? What -ders??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; You sms me to call you cos you have suspenders wad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Friend thinks:&lt;/b&gt; Siao!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think what my brain was trying to say was, &lt;br /&gt;'&lt;i&gt;I'm so full of projects! You're having a break now so humour me!&lt;/i&gt;'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ring, my mobile phone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960909-116516071682994352?l=shallowside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/feeds/116516071682994352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960909&amp;postID=116516071682994352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/116516071682994352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/116516071682994352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/2006/12/missed.html' title='Missed'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03590957564170003497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960909.post-116498983836983400</id><published>2006-12-01T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T00:33:08.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Complaint</title><content type='html'>This afternoon I bought a breakfast set from the pathetic school canteen. 2 sausages, an egg and a slice of bread. I usually buy it for $1.20 in the morning. Actually, I only bought it once - yesterday. But since I bought it in the afternoon today, and all the lady had to do was to take out the bread from the &lt;i&gt;refrigerator&lt;/i&gt;, she charged me $1.50. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I bought it after breakfast time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT?!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not the 30cents. &lt;br /&gt;I feel cheated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v208/gido324/BlogIt/Bfood.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#CCCCCC"&gt;The peabrain that wanted my, and eveyrone else's bread.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I love Choya and I would so like to drink it everynight, but I won't because I know I'll get addicted to it. I'd rather get addicted to chocolates. Which I already am, kindda, cos I have an After Eight mint almost everyday. Big smile there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will anyone tell me how mint leaf and chocolate taste like? &lt;br /&gt;I mean, eating the real mint leaf with chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last note, cheer up, fat!&lt;br /&gt;We still love you! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960909-116498983836983400?l=shallowside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/feeds/116498983836983400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960909&amp;postID=116498983836983400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/116498983836983400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/116498983836983400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/2006/12/complaint.html' title='Complaint'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03590957564170003497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960909.post-116473315133777176</id><published>2006-11-29T00:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T01:02:40.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sails On Sheets</title><content type='html'>I have sails printed on my bedsheets. Seagulls flying in the cloudy sky too. Looking at my bedsheet relaxes me. Looking at it only. I can't lie on it cos I have part of a report to type. I feel like hugging my bolster and squeeze it so tight it runs outta air! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my bed and everything on it, &lt;br /&gt;except for the project brief and the stack of research.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eggs and mayo make one of the best sandwich combination! So do peanut butter and banana (grilled please), and ham and egg and cheese (grill this too)! Crumble pies make yummilicious desserts cos they're crumbly and very pie-ish. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch at RITS tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Projects for the rest of the week.&lt;br /&gt;JLPT on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Projects がきらい。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;싫어요!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my bed and the very cool and rainy weather.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960909-116473315133777176?l=shallowside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/feeds/116473315133777176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960909&amp;postID=116473315133777176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/116473315133777176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/116473315133777176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/2006/11/sails-on-sheets.html' title='Sails On Sheets'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03590957564170003497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960909.post-116463227350159617</id><published>2006-11-27T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T21:07:10.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sixty More to My Pocket</title><content type='html'>Eleven hours of work on Saturday in a stupid-looking bow tie round my neck. My wallet felt a little heavier. It's a good thing. It's not enough for me to purchase that pair of gold heels I saw on Sunday though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to paint my room green. Red would be nice too. What about adding stripes? &lt;br /&gt;I created that room while daydreaming. And I want my green bed covers with the witches flying around so I can dream of riding a broom in my sleep. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.. all day long I'm doing research and typing out reports.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v208/gido324/BlogIt/Bthatsmeagain.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder I've come to look like that.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960909-116463227350159617?l=shallowside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/feeds/116463227350159617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960909&amp;postID=116463227350159617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/116463227350159617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/116463227350159617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/2006/11/sixty-more-to-my-pocket.html' title='Sixty More to My Pocket'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03590957564170003497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960909.post-116412753972135787</id><published>2006-11-21T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T00:58:10.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Hundred Dollars</title><content type='html'>My hundred dollars is here! &lt;br /&gt;After weeks and months of wait and anticipation.&lt;br /&gt;HYDE rocks in Faith.&lt;br /&gt;Like.. &lt;b&gt;WILD!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v208/gido324/BlogIt/BFaithDVD.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#CCCCCC"&gt;HYDE Faith Tour Live&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;大～～～～～～～～好き！！！！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Fat's birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;HAPPY SWEET 18th GRACE!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;お誕生日はおめでとう！！！！&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960909-116412753972135787?l=shallowside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/feeds/116412753972135787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960909&amp;postID=116412753972135787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/116412753972135787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/116412753972135787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/2006/11/hundred-dollars.html' title='A Hundred Dollars'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03590957564170003497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960909.post-116386950915093692</id><published>2006-11-18T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T21:17:24.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rockets Fall</title><content type='html'>The conversation exam lasted 3 minutes, not including the other 3 minutes I spent waiting for my turn in the waiting room. 3 minutes wasn't enough for panic and anxiety to turn to relief~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just kidding. =)&lt;br /&gt;Friday made my day cos I-know-what. Today was great too cos my other J joined in. And I like my japanese class cos the peeps are lovely to talk to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get irritated by know-it-alls. When I meet one, I would like to feed it to the volcano vent in hopes it gets blasted to beyond the Solar System. I met one but there isn't any volcano here and so the smartie can't get blasted to space and this complaint is all just me and my very low tolerance level for know-it-alls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be classes at Dino's again! The school's website seems to have disappeared by cyberspace but I hope the school isn't. &lt;br /&gt;Let Dino still be there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last note,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v208/gido324/BlogIt/Brockets.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never knew rockets fall from the walls of TCC.&lt;br /&gt;With a smiley face too!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960909-116386950915093692?l=shallowside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/feeds/116386950915093692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960909&amp;postID=116386950915093692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/116386950915093692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960909/posts/default/116386950915093692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowside.blogspot.com/2006/11/rockets-fall.html' title='Rockets Fall'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03590957564170003497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
