<?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-6863048</id><updated>2011-04-22T04:17:14.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'> *~...i'LL b tInkInG oF yOu...~*</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolategenie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863048/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolategenie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' 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of things from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my camp team mates were:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenneth Koh (leader)&lt;br /&gt;Jia Yu (assistant leader)&lt;br /&gt;Joanna Phua&lt;br /&gt;Masra'ah&lt;br /&gt;Lee Hyun Jae&lt;br /&gt;Jarrod&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's full filled with talks and talks though in between there's activites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the best time were the break times when we gathered and played Truth or Dare. the first time was during the first lunch. the dare part was damn shiok. haha. those who played it should know why la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at night.. me, singyee, joanna, were there at the back of mpr talking till the mist of the night..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;horrible!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had to tie all our hands together and eat. imagine that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had water games..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing Race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got the chance to call John at the NPP, find Falicia at Reach, and call my dear da ge ASP Yap. but mind you. i did not help the group kx..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after showering.. i got the chance to know what the meaning of coincidence once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;won't specify.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow very funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haven't finsih my homework yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that hairdresser looks like Lin Jun Jie wor..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863048-111130922595885921?l=chocolategenie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863048/posts/default/111130922595885921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863048/posts/default/111130922595885921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolategenie.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111130922595885921' title=''/><author><name>-=gEnIegAl=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11400659350418912500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863048.post-111089537432574661</id><published>2005-03-15T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T22:06:30.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>holidays le.. but the first day of holidays was like so damn freaky tiring..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up at 5 am..&lt;br /&gt;went for physics tuition at 5.50am..&lt;br /&gt;went to school at 7am..&lt;br /&gt;reached Singapore Poly at 8.50am..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry- Learning Through Experiments&lt;br /&gt;was the best chemistry lessons i've ever attended. it's&lt;br /&gt;enriching.&lt;br /&gt;interesting.&lt;br /&gt;fun.&lt;br /&gt;taught things i don't get to try in school.&lt;br /&gt;i did electro-plating.&lt;br /&gt;i made aspirin.&lt;br /&gt;whoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out of Singapore Poly with Naphtali at 4.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to the library to do my tuition work.&lt;br /&gt;stuffy and noisy. becuase i was at the children's level as every where else was occupied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to emaths tuition at 7.20pm.&lt;br /&gt;stood outside the place until everyone was there and Zhi Kai and Xin Hui thought Mrs. Lim was out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuition was so tiring. and i caught something..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up damn late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to ah ma's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for a hair trim..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's the best hair cut experience yet. the hair dresser is so good.. next time cut i wanna let him cut. his name is terence. really made my hair feel so damn good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went shopping..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait for a time when i can go the the zoo and the botanical garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and sentosa too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry guys for not going today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not prepared.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863048-111089537432574661?l=chocolategenie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863048/posts/default/111089537432574661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863048/posts/default/111089537432574661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolategenie.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111089537432574661' title=''/><author><name>-=gEnIegAl=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11400659350418912500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863048.post-111057976351771284</id><published>2005-03-12T05:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-12T06:22:43.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lost.</title><content type='html'>it was Peirce 3rd Student Council Investiture last evening. was welcomed by Yee Siong, was very happy for him to know that he succeeded the post of Uniform Group Programmes and Events Committee Head. saw Hueysi.. Sharon.. and many others. the ceremony was great and the performance as well. saw alot of sjab people from other schools like Jiali, the St. Nicholas girls, and of course the Peirce sjab. saw Daryl, Kyle, Xijie and many other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im waiting to go to my god-mother's house now.. for my god-brother's wedding.. ya.. damn early right.. feel very happy for him. hope he'll have a blissful life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;felt so cheated last night. for no particular reason. just feel very cheated that's all. " if you only knew when its over. you're causing my pain now. " quotes my msn nickname. why would i even care about it now? its all over. why live life from dream to dream? and drag the cruel reality back into your life when the dreams finish? i'm going to leave all these for yesterday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;One Day I'll Fly Away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I make it alone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When love is gone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Still you made your mark&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here in my heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;One day I'll fly away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Leave your love to yesterday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What more can your love do for me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When will love be through with me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I follow the night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can't stand the light&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When will I begin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My life again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;One Day I'll fly away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Leave your love to yesterday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What more can your love do for me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When will love be through with me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why live life from dream to dream&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And dread the day that dreaming ends&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;One day I'll fly away leave your love to yesterday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What more can your love do for me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When will love be through with me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why live life from dream to dream &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And dread the day that dreaming ends&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;One day i'll fly away, fly away, fly away..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863048-111057976351771284?l=chocolategenie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863048/posts/default/111057976351771284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863048/posts/default/111057976351771284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolategenie.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111057976351771284' title='lost.'/><author><name>-=gEnIegAl=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11400659350418912500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863048.post-111019794339105431</id><published>2005-03-07T20:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T20:19:03.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sunday.. woke up at intervals.. because too used to waking up early le.. showered and went to bishan to meet Eugene..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Series of Unfortunate Events is seriously a very nice movie. not counting the parts with the snakes.. ya.. and the times when Eugene was there kajiaoing me. it's a really funny and cute movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back to causeway point to shop later on. wanted to buy the Monkey for Eugene's birthday. but had second thoughts because don't kinow he like soft toys anot. so wait till i ask him then i go buy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never ever use Original Source Shampoo. it gives you a bad hair day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moulin Rouge!!!!!! ar.. i'm trying to find the soundtrack.. such a touching story..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863048-111019794339105431?l=chocolategenie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863048/posts/default/111019794339105431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863048/posts/default/111019794339105431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolategenie.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111019794339105431' title=''/><author><name>-=gEnIegAl=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11400659350418912500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863048.post-110994577743737427</id><published>2005-03-04T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T22:16:17.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what you want?</title><content type='html'>i flunked my english. by 1.5 marks. horrendous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chinese did me proud. 80/100.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;st. john was drills. became tanned. practised drills with Davin. Luther and Eugene came and help train me and Davin.. did pumping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going to watch A Series Of Unfortunate Events with Charmaine tomorrow. Movie Mania!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time really pass damn fats. so soon one year gone le and it's time for Perice Secondary 3rd Student Council Investiture. Hueysi came and asked me if i'm going. but very very low chances of that. so i'll maybe be going as a spcially invited guest? haha. woundn't miss this investiture for a thing manx.. Peirce Student Councilors are so damn cool and nice. like Kyle.. Daryl.. Louis.. Liying.. Yee Siong.. Jowell.. Hueysi.. these guys really rockx kx..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when will our school Student Council be like them?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863048-110994577743737427?l=chocolategenie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863048/posts/default/110994577743737427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863048/posts/default/110994577743737427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolategenie.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#110994577743737427' title='what you want?'/><author><name>-=gEnIegAl=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11400659350418912500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863048.post-110986245216450912</id><published>2005-03-03T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T23:07:32.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i hate youu.</title><content type='html'>feel damn it stress now. very tired to be exact. feel like crying every minute, every second. is it here again? i hope so. because if it is here, i will and i swear i'll jump of a building and die immediately. without regrets. okay.. mayb just two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i flunked my literature. for the first time. horrible. disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just passed my geography. i have absoulutely no comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;physics? forget it. don't even wish to think about it. all thank you to this someone besides Law Law. by the way, i passed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly all my confidence in everything dropped to zero. my morality is also flatten. i have no more energy left. my tears are almost 4/5 gone. my goals went into the 'Are You Sure?' corner in my mind. i'm not in control of my life anymore. i don't know who's driving Eugenie now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sad to say i think i like this someone now. which i think i'm 90% sure. at this point of time, i don't think i'm suitable for crashing into someone am i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need a vacation. i need quietness. i need serenity. i need time. i need the wind. i need the sun. i need the rain. i need the clouds. most importantly, i need Adrian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's no use for your photos and gifts to be here but your voice and person isn't. it serves no comfort and security. i need you to be here to help me decide. i need you here to help me fight. i need you here and now. i don't care where are you now. but i know you'll be reading this. so come home. please. yes, i'm selfish i'm irrational i'm irritating i'm annoying i'm angry i'm sad i'm crying i'm throwing my temper i'm cruel i'm evil i'm mean i'm violent i'm stubborn i'm everything people don't like. and i inherited all of it from you. so you jolly well come back and correct me. you jolly well come back and tolerate me. you jolly well come back and control me. you jolly well come back because i want you to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm seriously nothing without you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863048-110986245216450912?l=chocolategenie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863048/posts/default/110986245216450912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863048/posts/default/110986245216450912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolategenie.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#110986245216450912' title='i hate youu.'/><author><name>-=gEnIegAl=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11400659350418912500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863048.post-110907616545287147</id><published>2005-02-22T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T20:42:45.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>that's wjhat friends are for..</title><content type='html'>literature was horrendous. actually had a great idea to the part C of the paper. but did not have enough time to give it a complete ending.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forgot to bring pe shirt for pe today, so had to sit rthere and stone.. i mean talk with Cheryl and Lilian. we mainly talked about the graduation night. i know. it's still ages away. we only discussed when we should start saving for it. er.. okay.. maybe abit more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i forgot what i did. but i think i'm torturing Esther. we were there laughing soo hard.. i also duno what i'm laughing about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got back my ring from Raymond. finally. i thought i lost it forever. i nearly did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863048-110907616545287147?l=chocolategenie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863048/posts/default/110907616545287147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863048/posts/default/110907616545287147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolategenie.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110907616545287147' title='that&apos;s wjhat friends are for..'/><author><name>-=gEnIegAl=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11400659350418912500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863048.post-110887405875074667</id><published>2005-02-20T11:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-20T12:34:18.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update Chingay</title><content type='html'>update update!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chingay was very very very tiring and somehow abit messy. rehersal on friday, for the first time we (kcp) are very punctual and early.. then attendance taking, keeping the bags, RAIN!!!! arrRR.. was stuck in the shelter with about 300+ people.. had to collect our dinner for Sector 3 with Eileen, drenced.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the rain stopped, we went on to our location which was in front of Lucky Plaza. manx.. when we were there.. i was wondering where did all the lead motivators went.. was running here and there and drank 7 bottles of mineral water.. sooo tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back to the park, attendance taking.. blah blah blah... debrief the kcp people, lost my voice.. went back with Jeremy.. caught thwe second last train..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to Northpoint to style my hair with Jeremy on Saturday morning. whoa.. i'll post the photo later on.. went to Jeremy's house with the ASAP family people.. spray hair.. took a taxi to school.. met up with those who are going to park by the school bus.. was kana jisiao by Eugene.. alot of times.. went to the park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached there got lead motivators briefing.. then attendance taking.. blah blah blah.. dinner.. then practise YMCA dance.. setted off.. our place yesterdae was in front of Mandrian hotel. like the day before.. a long stretch of Sector 3 people without lead motivators.. had to run from the Madrian Hotel to Specialist Centre 3 times.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was feeling so sian the whole thing. maybe because seen it 2 times before le ba.. spent the last quater of it talking to Lam and Dougles.. after that we took pictures.. then walked back to the park. me and Lap Kuan went to coffee bean to buy drinks.. went back to park.. debriefing.. helped a girl who's sick.. debrief the kcp people. took pictures.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and kcp people are really really very cruel. when i went over, Eugene and some other peopel said 'Taget lai le!' and started splashing water at me. gradually after a few sessions of splashing.. i was totally in a pool of water. inside out. and that damn Eugene keep aiming my jeans. after that, my.. i look like i really bathe with my clothes on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after changing into a dry shirt.. went to talk to Wei Qi.. cope alot of sticks, an umbrella and 2 ponchos. haha. walked with the poeple to the somerset open hawker centre.. talked at length with Wei Qi, know he abit siao siao and quite cool la. blade all the way home from Bedok to Kallang the night before.. and was thinking of blading home from Orchard that night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ate my dinner-supper.. almost fell asleep.. learnt something from Wei Qi again.. that we will not always be like that. we are not always like that. yeah.. alot of noise la.. then.. took night rider home with Bing En, Jeremy and Reeza..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's abit sad that this is officially the last Heartware project i'm participating in.. will seriously miss the MAD people.. all of them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863048-110887405875074667?l=chocolategenie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863048/posts/default/110887405875074667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863048/posts/default/110887405875074667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolategenie.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110887405875074667' title='Update Chingay'/><author><name>-=gEnIegAl=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11400659350418912500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863048.post-110847870214248132</id><published>2005-02-15T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T22:45:02.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tired.</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;feeling really very very tired lately. i don't know why also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's valentine's day on monday.. nothing different la. only see more couples everywhere wearing the same clothes. saw something bad also. don't wish to comment more on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this week's drop-in programme was floorball. it went quite well in the begining though all groups were very rough.. it was till the last game when the two teams got out of hand and we had to cancel it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just feel like crying for the whole of this week. don't know what's happening to me again. i'm a damn bloody werido. i know it/ i knew it all along. I'M CRAZY AND WEIRD!!haix..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did i mention my new baby cousin's name is Choon Kiat. Koh Choon Kiat. pronouced as Jun Jie. sooo cute!!!! can't wait for him to be abit bigger so i can carry him (he's only one month old you see.. cannot anyhow carry). then must wait for a few months more then i can babysit him. then must wait a few years more to bring him out and go kia kia. i'll post his picture soon! stay tune!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863048-110847870214248132?l=chocolategenie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863048/posts/default/110847870214248132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863048/posts/default/110847870214248132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolategenie.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110847870214248132' title='tired.'/><author><name>-=gEnIegAl=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11400659350418912500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863048.post-110796885285603255</id><published>2005-02-10T01:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T01:07:32.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Was In Jeremy's Egg&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;by Ida Mae Kempel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy was born with a twisted body, a slow mind and a chronic, terminal illness that had been slowly killing him all his young life. Still, his parents had tried to give him as normal a life as possible and had sent him to St. Theresa's Elementary School.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the age of 12, Jeremy was only in second grade, seemingly unable to learn. His teacher, Doris Miller, often became exasperated with him. He would squirm in his seat, drool and make grunting noises. At other times, he spoke clearly and distinctly, as if a spot of light had penetrated the darkness of his brain. Most of the time, however, Jeremy irritated his teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, she called his parents and asked them to come to St. Teresa's for a consultation. As the Forresters sat quietly in the empty classroom, Doris said to them, "Jeremy really belongs in a special school. It isn't fair to him to be with younger children who don't have learning problems. Why, there is a five-year gap between his age and that of the other students!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Forrester cried softly into a tissue while her husband spoke. "Miss Miller," he said, "there is no school of that kind nearby. It would be a terrible shock for Jeremy if we had to take him out of this school. We know he really likes it here." Doris sat for a long time after they left, staring at the snow outside the window. Its coldness seemed to seep into her soul. She wanted to sympathize with the Forresters. After all, their only child had a terminal illness. But it wasn't fair to keep him in her class. She had 18 other youngsters to teach and Jeremy was a distraction. Furthermore, he would never learn to read or write. Why waste any more time trying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she pondered the situation, guilt washed over her. "Oh God," she said aloud, "here I am complaining when my problems are nothing compared with that poor family! Please help me to be more patient with Jeremy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From that day on, she tried hard to ignore Jeremy's noises and his blank stares. Then one day he limped to her desk, dragging his bad leg behind him. "I love you, Miss Miller," he exclaimed, loudly enough for the whole class to hear. The other children snickered, and Doris's face turned red. She stammered, "Wh-Why, that's very nice, Jeremy. Now please take your seat."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring came, and the children talked excitedly about the coming of Easter. Doris told them the story of Jesus, and then to emphasize the idea of new life springing forth, she gave each of the children a large plastic egg. "Now," she said to them, "I want you to take this home and bring it back tomorrow with something inside that shows new life. Do you understand?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, Miss Miller!" the children responded enthusiastically - all except for Jeremy. He just listened intently; his eyes never left her face. He did not even make his usual noises. Had he understood what she had said about Jesus' death and resurrection? Did he understand the assignment? Perhaps she should call his parents and explain the project to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That evening, Doris' kitchen sink stopped up. She called the landlord and waited an hour for him to come by and unclog it. After that, she still had to shop for groceries, iron a blouse and prepare a vocabulary test for the next day. She completely forgot about phoning Jeremy's parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, 19 children came to school, laughing and talking as they placed their eggs in the large wicker basket on Miss Miller's desk. After they completed their Math lesson, it was time to open the eggs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the first egg, Doris found a flower. "Oh yes, a flower is certainly a sign of new life," she said. "When plants peek through the ground we know that spring is here." A small girl in the first row waved her arms. "That's my egg, Miss Miller," she called out. The next egg contained a plastic butterfly, which looked very real. Doris held it up. "We all know that a caterpillar changes and grows into a beautiful butterfly. Yes that is new life, too" Little Judy smiled proudly and said, "Miss Miller, that one is mine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next Doris found a rock with moss on it. She explained that the moss, too, showed life. Billy spoke up from the back of the classroom. "My Daddy helped me!" he beamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Doris opened the fourth egg. She gasped. The egg was empty! Surely it must be Jeremy's, she thought, and, of course, he did not understand her instructions. If only she had not forgotten to phone his parents. Because she did not want to embarrass him, she quietly set the egg aside and reached for another. Suddenly Jeremy spoke up. "Miss Miller, aren't you going to talk about my egg?" Flustered, Doris replied, "but Jeremy - your egg is empty!" He looked into her eyes and said softly, "Yes, but Jesus' tomb was empty too!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time stopped. When she could speak again. Doris asked him, "Do you know why the tomb was empty?" "Oh yes!" Jeremy exclaimed. "Jesus was killed and put in there. Then his Father raised him up!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The recess bell rang. While the children excitedly ran out to the school yard, Doris cried. The cold inside her melted completely away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three months later Jeremy died. Those who paid their respects at the mortuary were surprised to see 19 eggs on top of his casket, all of them empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863048-110796885285603255?l=chocolategenie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863048/posts/default/110796885285603255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863048/posts/default/110796885285603255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolategenie.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110796885285603255' title=''/><author><name>-=gEnIegAl=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11400659350418912500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863048.post-110788441942089911</id><published>2005-02-09T01:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T01:40:19.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>18thumb.jpg&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/259/1677/640/18thumb.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/259/1677/320/18thumb.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863048-110788441942089911?l=chocolategenie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863048/posts/default/110788441942089911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863048/posts/default/110788441942089911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolategenie.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110788441942089911' title=''/><author><name>-=gEnIegAl=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11400659350418912500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863048.post-110767474578588470</id><published>2005-02-06T15:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-06T15:25:45.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>near chinese new year..</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;finally inito the week of chinese new year. not in the new yet mood yet leh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. i forgot what had happened this week le.. except the event on saturday. Million bus was late for 45 minutes and they say our school never book the bus. haix.. nevertheless, we arrived at serangoon jc half an hour late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to park later on.. then went to buy the first aid things with Yong Liang and Jeremy.. the people from MINDS came to ice-skate. they treated the ice-skating people with Sake Sushi.. whoo!! haha. had a rather busy day.. blowing ballons till skin came off my thumb.. then help staple the wishings of the public on the wall.. Yong Liang came and ask why i staple all slated de.. i keep 'huh-ing' him and gave him the very pitiful look till he say 'Never mind la. Each person has their own style of stapling ... Blah Blah Blah... okay lah. later at the other wall one i staple la.'&lt;br /&gt;YESH!! haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that went up to help Jonathan go abit admin stuff.. then raymond ask me to accompany Sharon and Elijah back to the apartment because Elijah had a nosebleed. came back and continued with the admin work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, went to Heeren to meet with Chengying and Celine to take neoprint.. long time never take neoprint le.. went back to park.. i went in lap kuan and huiling and the others started laughing.. for sure talking bad about me de. correct la. they saying my name should be changed to Eu-Gundo. all thanks to Yong Liang la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863048-110767474578588470?l=chocolategenie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863048/posts/default/110767474578588470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863048/posts/default/110767474578588470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolategenie.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110767474578588470' title='near chinese new year..'/><author><name>-=gEnIegAl=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11400659350418912500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863048.post-110717253209118889</id><published>2005-01-31T19:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T19:55:32.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;p&gt;chingay training no. 1 was sort of boring.. i'm appointed to Sector 3.3, a not-so-busy-area. haha. have Eileen and Jun Kai as my fellow lead motivators. and i'm obviously the youngest in the whole group. glad i have Jeremy and Lap Kuan to be in the same sector.. though different groups.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the full-dress rehersal was soo tiring i was ready to drop when i finished the two rehersals. clearly the children og Singapore are not that enthu after all. but this little boy from my sector was quite. though he was disabled in some ways..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;today's chemistry lesson was quite good. because of that my whole day didn't go too badly. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i was really mean at the last period. i loudly go say other people's bad words. if you're in my class maybe you'll know. i'm not preparing to say sorry because by now you should know. i'm i don't like someone. i'll never bring myself to speak nicely to or of you.  can go complaini all you like or whatever. i don't give a damn.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863048-110717253209118889?l=chocolategenie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863048/posts/default/110717253209118889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863048/posts/default/110717253209118889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolategenie.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110717253209118889' title=''/><author><name>-=gEnIegAl=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11400659350418912500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863048.post-110665354239763532</id><published>2005-01-25T19:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T19:45:42.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;i sort of lurve PE today? netball again.. haha. same group with kian ping again.. lucky never play rough on me.. won all the 3 games.. ya. was almost slaughtered by Daniel, Davin and Kian Ping for losing 3 direct passes..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;chemistry.. i finally got the titration perfect.. all orange!! except the rough try.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;drop-in programme.. not bad la. got 40+ people came.. 50 First Dates is a really very nice show. funny and romantic.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;yeah.. our school people who wants to volunteer for chingay are so great manx.. you guys rocks!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863048-110665354239763532?l=chocolategenie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863048/posts/default/110665354239763532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863048/posts/default/110665354239763532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolategenie.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110665354239763532' title=''/><author><name>-=gEnIegAl=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11400659350418912500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863048.post-110657588820868284</id><published>2005-01-24T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T22:11:28.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;i refrained myself from switching my handphone on during lessons. but when i switch it on.. saw jeremy's sms. ya. he fell from his chair. hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i lost about 2kg today. all thanks to my dear friend Jeremy. he made me walk to the kopitiam in sun plaza and then walk to the playground below his flat. it's very very hot, my bag's very very heavy, and the trip there very very long okay..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya. suddenly no appetite so just ate porridge. watch him do his homework. debated about the formal letter format. i won kx.. haha. it's date, sender's then person who receives it kx..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mood was ruined once again due to some idoitic guys in macdonalds..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks ar kai siang. haha. help me carry my things.. and your bills. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863048-110657588820868284?l=chocolategenie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863048/posts/default/110657588820868284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863048/posts/default/110657588820868284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolategenie.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110657588820868284' title=''/><author><name>-=gEnIegAl=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11400659350418912500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863048.post-110646968605295182</id><published>2005-01-23T16:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-23T16:41:26.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i wonder what it'll be like if he's mine.</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;i really wonder what will it be like if he's really mine. those who read this don't need to go and think who this guy is. i'm not going to let out any clue or whatever. he's not any of those you've guessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really wonder if he'll be as nice, as cute and as caring. *scatch head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had the same dream again. this time more clear then the previous night. the same laughters, the same smiles.. will it come true? if it does, will we be as happy? *don't wanna think about it now*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recieved a be-earlied valentine present from him today. it's a musical box, playing the tune 'Kai Bu Liao Kou'. yup. he went to have it customised by this little musical box shop we went a few years back in some small town, along some small lanes. i'm surprised it's still there. the tune turn out to be sweet and simple despite how sad the song may actually be. thanks adrian. although sad you're not coming back for chinese new year, but seriouslly there's nothing to visit here. great-granny's in nursing home and the house is like tomb-quiet now with no-one visiting now. there's no point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;felt so stupid this morning. i woke up at 10.50am, 10 mins before i'm suppose to call Kai Siang to wake him up. but while waiting i felt asleep again and dreamt that i'm calling him and no-one answered. sprung up to see it's 10.58am. seriouslyl feel so dumb. he said it's too early again.. whatever. i'm always waking you up extra early. and it sounded like you're the one morning-calling me. i sound so sleepy. and u so energetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863048-110646968605295182?l=chocolategenie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863048/posts/default/110646968605295182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863048/posts/default/110646968605295182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolategenie.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110646968605295182' title='i wonder what it&apos;ll be like if he&apos;s mine.'/><author><name>-=gEnIegAl=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11400659350418912500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863048.post-110638122432517283</id><published>2005-01-22T15:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T17:41:25.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my dream.</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;blockquote id="4b38792f"&gt;&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;don't know what has gotten into me this week. my mood had been soo bad and i felt miserable the whole week. i felt like crying every minute. maybe it's because of the new student leader system in the school.. was comforted abit by seeing how many people wanted to VOLUNTEER for Chingay and Orchard of Hope. thanks eugene.. for helping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the best part of this week was yesterday, when i'm in Orchard of Hope. did something different this time. was doing motivating with Jeremy but in the end we had to transfer over to fund-rasing. yup. it's fun and new because i never did fund-rasing before. though the day was ruined by something.. but it's still enjoyable.. walking around to check on the volunteers.. stapling the blessings of donors onto the wall of hope.. kana slapped by Yong Liang.. talking to the volunteers after debriefing.. busy and simple and tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cannot really remember what me, Jeremy and Kai Siang talked about on the MRT.. but i know it's something about primary school and i had really know idea how naughty Jeremy can be when he's in primary school.. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't n\know why. this dream of mine had shocked me when i woke up from it. it's not a nightmare.. it's just a dream that has been repeating itself for the past few months.. since last july.. it looked and felt so real.. it was even more so last night.. maybe it's because i'm too tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke Kai Siang up half an hour earlier this morning =P didn't mean to. i though he said 6 o'clock ma.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863048-110638122432517283?l=chocolategenie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863048/posts/default/110638122432517283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863048/posts/default/110638122432517283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolategenie.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110638122432517283' title='my dream.'/><author><name>-=gEnIegAl=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11400659350418912500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863048.post-110597129563979347</id><published>2005-01-17T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T22:14:55.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd week of school</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;ya. i know it's abit too late, but never mind, i'll continue to blog about my 2nd week of school. yeah.. finially resume back to my old self (the me last year). slept during chinese lesson and geography also. sianx..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;actually nmy back problem is okay liaox.. bloody sembawang secondary guy.. push me into the handle.. pain leh!! had to go home without attending any lessons. and was given two days mc.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;finally went for sjab.. pathetic. only 2 secondary ones came. but both of them quite enthu la.. ya.. i from the game master became the person they targeted with the trays of flour.. and the bball gang added on to it by splashing water on me. arggh!! rushed back home with eugene to prepare for the teachers' dedication service at night. during dinner was talking to two kcpps teachers about youth exco. can see they're quite impressed with it. the service was short (thank goodness). it was about an hour's time.. after which we went to eat at macdonalds' and i met up with jeremy at bishan and took the same train back together..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;went to orchard of hope the on saturday to take the powerpoint slides from mas.. but ended up waiting for 8 hours without getting anything. shldn't go into details as some of them are very very.. annoying. went to eat with nelson and kai siang after that, was scolded by nelson as he though i only eating fries and coke for my dinner and lunch. i just smile at him lar.. let him scold lor. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;went to see aunt ailing's baby on sunday.. he's sooo small!! haha.. only a few days old ma.. haven't got a name for him yet..  ethan is a nice name i think. ethan koh. not bad lar hor? earlier in the morning ah ma brought me to this chinse physician to do something about my back. ya.. and he pull n turn my around.. i heard my bone 'pi-pi-pia-pia' !! pain seh!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863048-110597129563979347?l=chocolategenie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863048/posts/default/110597129563979347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863048/posts/default/110597129563979347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolategenie.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110597129563979347' title='2nd week of school'/><author><name>-=gEnIegAl=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11400659350418912500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863048.post-110536584197541117</id><published>2005-01-10T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-10T22:04:01.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>first week of school.</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;first week of school already tired me out. thoughly. the secondary ones are kinda cute, scared of things also. just stared at them they scared till like dunno what. haha. okay. i'm mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;i was so proud of myself last week. i survived through each lesson without falling asleep, instead i listened to them!! haha. hope i can coninue this 'hard work' for the rest of the year. was choosen as the MC for the sec 1 meet the parents' session. went quite well i guess? though damn it nervous and cold. it''s so cold i couldn't think and speak properly. became the sjab spokesperson for a few minutes.. ya. and i got a new nickname by the bball gang. pi-nai-si.. damn them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;saturday went to study with melissa. was on our way to the mrt when it suddenly poured!!! argh.. had to run all the way back to her house to bathe and change again before going to somerset meet the people. Kung Fu Hustle was so hilarious was laughing so hard throughout the movie.. a very lame and funny movie. i like the part where the lollipop appears.. reminds me of the big big lollipop i use to buy from $1.99 shop.. now don't have le.. go where find.. the big big colourful round round de.. if you know where can get it, tell me okayx? ya.. after the movie went shopping.. saw alot of peopel.. Ivy, Annabelle, John.. went to makan late dinner with kai siang, yong liang and nelson at the newton hawker centre. forgot my file with nelson, had to wait for him with kai siang at bradell.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;and please lor.. youth exco did not duplicate student council's roles. is student council duplicate youth exco roles. get that right. use us for experiment then now want kick us aside.. wait long long ar.. youth exco not so easy to bully de okay..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863048-110536584197541117?l=chocolategenie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863048/posts/default/110536584197541117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863048/posts/default/110536584197541117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolategenie.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110536584197541117' title='first week of school.'/><author><name>-=gEnIegAl=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11400659350418912500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863048.post-110458028222624671</id><published>2005-01-01T19:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-01T19:51:22.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2005</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;started off the year with a gloomy mood. had an argument with my brother. went out to MAD initially. but there's no one, so i went to burger king for a coke, and watch the rain and feel the cold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;as usual, sms kai siang while thinking what a stupid way to spend the new year. asked where his grandmother's house it and he said it's near rangoon road. it sparked me off. proceeded to our old school campus. the ghate was opened. there's nobody there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;walked around and remembering the events that happened with every step i took. the sjab flag day stickers still on the pillars around hope block.. the plants in the herb garden became overgrown and into small trees.. the basketball courts and the scoocer court.. still the same except it's filled with dead leaves.. it's still the same, except the lack of study benches, dustbins, the teacher's cars.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sat down at the kerb in front of the gate and just sat there enjoying the wind. got up after a long while and found out that the gates to hope block is opened. but i didn't went up. i not that brave. to me, the spookiest place in the school. even now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;seriouslly felt better after going back there. some part of me asked: why did i come back here when i'm coming back on monday for school? stupid right.. maybe i just like the serene enviroment there. full of memories.. i almost could see the sjab squad marching in the driveway when i was sitting there.. or in the morning when the prefects were doing duty.. ya.. those were the happy days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863048-110458028222624671?l=chocolategenie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863048/posts/default/110458028222624671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863048/posts/default/110458028222624671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolategenie.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110458028222624671' title='2005'/><author><name>-=gEnIegAl=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11400659350418912500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863048.post-110441051786879431</id><published>2004-12-30T19:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-30T20:41:57.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>around us.</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;watched the news just now. the same heart-breaking news.. the tsunami that taken more than 80,000 lives and most of them are children and elderly people. it's really very sad to see mothers from all around the affected areas mourning for their lost children. i remember watching the news and saw one mother from Sri Lanka, shouting and hitting her dead child.. wanting him to wake up and not play a fool on her. it's really heart-breaking to see such scenes, especially when they had to burry all the unclaimed bodies into a big hole. maybe their families are looking for them? imagine finding out that your parents or siblings or relative being buried together with hundred of other unknown people in the same grave, without a proper ritual and ceremony.. it can kill them as well. but for the sake of the surviving victims, to avoid diseases to spread..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i thanked God for letting me be so fortunate as my parents and brother actually planned for a Phuket and Penang trip for the whole of this week. luckily, due to some reasons, they cancelled their reservations last friday. seriouslly, if they went and i bet, 100% they'll meet with the tides and waves or maybe lose their lives as they don't know how to swim. even those who were pro in swimming lost their lives as well. Thank God, they did not went.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm glad that my school has started the distress centre for the affected people and sjab in the cca group leading. at least i can help to do something rather than sitting at home and watching the news and feel sorry for them. it's the least i can do. i heard that they're asking for volunteers to go over to those affected areas. i know i cannot go, but i just hope that i could. all i can do at this very moment is just to pray.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;this incident struck me so hard that all that i've learnt in my pure geography lessons are true and happening. all the earth movements and so on. how i wish mr. nabil was still with us. i want to re-learn all the topics again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i agree with daniel. without sumatra blocking us, we could have been worse than Sri Lanka. still can't understand why the countdown party still on tomorrow. 5 fellow singaporeans gone. i'm not going, even if it means i wasted so much money on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863048-110441051786879431?l=chocolategenie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863048/posts/default/110441051786879431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863048/posts/default/110441051786879431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolategenie.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110441051786879431' title='around us.'/><author><name>-=gEnIegAl=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11400659350418912500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863048.post-110430515528934867</id><published>2004-12-29T15:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-29T15:26:20.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;blockquote id="aaeeb18c"&gt;&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;img alt="Gao Xing" src="http://images.quizilla.com/W/wen1267333/1045386147_ictures55c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh!! You're Gao Xing who loves basketball!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/wen1267333/quizzes/Which%20character%20are%20you%20in%20My%20Mvp%20Valentine?/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;Which character are you in My Mvp Valentine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/app/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;tr%20hb_tag=" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863048-110430515528934867?l=chocolategenie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863048/posts/default/110430515528934867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863048/posts/default/110430515528934867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolategenie.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110430515528934867' title=''/><author><name>-=gEnIegAl=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11400659350418912500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863048.post-110424649653824196</id><published>2004-12-28T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-28T23:08:16.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my back..</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i seriously hate my cousins. andrew, andrea, matthew, sihao, melvin and joseph. adrain not in s'pore you all bully me right.. i'll have my revenge soon. for the money, the coins and that bloody smack that made that stinking ball went right into my back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;went to MAD in a very foul mood, sms-iong kai siang all the way to relieve my bordom. sae weiling at amk.. chat with her. ya. reach MAD then was kana scared out of my wits by my dear friend jeremy.. scream my life out because of his stupid 'Eugenie!!!', went all the way to smack him.. hurt my back again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;time at silkpro was quite enjoyable except the occasional few times i thought the pain at my back could kill me. the giddiness also. had to swallow two panadol and use that useless deep heat rub. was so miserable i snapped at eddie and yong liang.. sorry ar guys..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it was certainly fun playing in the rain with the spray thingy from the ice-skating booth. it's a long time since i played in the rain and got my jeans wet. it's so peacful.. the rain today. made me cool down and have fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;talked quite alot with jamie and weiling at the booth, being the only three people there. mentioned about that jerk, i realise i really cannot forgive him. ever. i hope he'll have a taste of his own medicine, along with her. i hope the both rot in hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;bought two balloons from those 'dao' fund-rasiers. if it wasn't for castie, i won't even want to look that them.. damn haoliao and attitude.. felt like throwing the money at them.. but reminded myself not to lose my temper at those people. wastin effort and time. they're not worth my time and energy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my back really hurts la... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863048-110424649653824196?l=chocolategenie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863048/posts/default/110424649653824196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863048/posts/default/110424649653824196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolategenie.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110424649653824196' title='my back..'/><author><name>-=gEnIegAl=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11400659350418912500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863048.post-110413841027294412</id><published>2004-12-27T16:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-27T17:06:50.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>last week of holidays</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Had a rather different Christmas this year, i spent it at my cousin's house, instead of the usual party at home. somehow my presents this year were quite expensive. a new handphone, a new watch, jewellery and many more. but i don't feel as happy as i seem to be. why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bishan Home Christmas Rock ended sucessfully, i was the game master.. glad that the residents had fun. gonna claim my swenson treat from Commanding Officer Yap someday this week, and my money. loking forward to the next christmas rock next year. and must pray hard that next year's cssp campers are more reliable than this year's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863048.post-110354374829015815</id><published>2004-12-20T19:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-20T19:55:48.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>really very tired.</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;i know i shouldn't be here typing all these, but i should be wrapping those presents for the bishan home residents. but i really cannot take it anymore. i'm really very very miserable with all the wrapping and stuff. i go all giddy looking at all those stuff. i'm really very tired from all these stuff. why did i dgree to help bishna npc with this in the first place? my.. it's all those year 2004 campers.. made olivia, adeline and my lives so difficult. sorry ar jeremy.. i didn't mean to complain so much at the park. i know you can't be having a much easy life either. but if i don't say it out.. i'll really cry. i'm so tired.. sorry ar jeremy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863048-110354374829015815?l=chocolategenie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863048/posts/default/110354374829015815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/259/1677/640/MAD%20movement%2034.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/259/1677/320/MAD%20movement%2034.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863048-110337668570416905?l=chocolategenie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863048/posts/default/110337668570416905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863048/posts/default/110337668570416905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolategenie.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110337668570416905' title=''/><author><name>-=gEnIegAl=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11400659350418912500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863048.post-110329579334500496</id><published>2004-12-17T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-17T23:03:13.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>exhuasted</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;yupp. it's been quite a short period of time since i last blogged. i'm fine, not dead yet, sorry to disappoint those who want me to disappear =P had some fun this week. Bishan Home Christmas Rock project is here again. those who are free on the 22nd Dec afternoon and are willing to donate a few hours time to the residents in Bishan Home, give me a call.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;theer's a lame rumour going around in MAD.. a rumour concerning me and Kai Siang. they think we're a couple. please.. wise up people. because of this both of us are in deep trouble. but i don't deny that it's abit fun and funny. Jeremy, $66.80 and we'll do it. in front of everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;Did some serious shopping yesterday that made me soo angry last night. all becuase of the pink shirts i bought. regretted it to the extreme. and worse of all, the shirt i like in 77th street was bought by some other peopel who went in the shop a few steps before me. they don't have that colour in their store now. arrGh. will try the store in Heeren tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;i hope Six Plus is coming tomorrow. so i can see their fans go wild again. it's a real funny sight. but if their run across my booth and cause all my shampoo or anything to fall, i'm going to scream at them. i mean it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863048-110329579334500496?l=chocolategenie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863048/posts/default/110329579334500496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863048/posts/default/110329579334500496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolategenie.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110329579334500496' title='exhuasted'/><author><name>-=gEnIegAl=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11400659350418912500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863048.post-110250428125418463</id><published>2004-12-08T19:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-08T19:11:21.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dream lover </title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Dream Lover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://library.lovingyou.com/inter/"&gt;http://library.lovingyou.com/inter/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking along the pathway she kicked a rock out of the way. She heard a startled "ouch!" come from ahead of her. In the darkened night she could vaguely make out his silhouette in the distance. She called out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I'm so sorry, I didn't see you there." She continued to strain her eyes feeling wary of this stranger in the dark. Feeling a little vulnerable all alone here after midnight. She slowly walked toward him. A tall, lanky frame stood leaning against a tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you alright?" she asked now only within a few feet of him. He stepped forward into the light and her heart jumped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Do you go throwing rocks at people all the time?" he asked with a mischievous grin. She felt her cheeks begin to burn. Not sure whether to respond to that remark or continue walking, she waved him off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Well, you've found me out. This is my study on how many different methods I can use to meet someone." Where that answer had come from she didn't know, but it seemed to amuse him for his grin widened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Surely there are easier ways for a pretty girl such as yourself to meet someone." He gave her a wink and then turned to walk on down the path, heading in the same direction as her. He turned for a moment and said, "Don't dawdle, I can't wait to see what you do to the next person we come across!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her heart skipped a beat. Well, this wasn't going to be a dull evening after all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She paused a moment shocked by his bluntness and clever personality. She walked beside him for a while in silence; he turned admiring the pale shine of the moon on her face. She looked at him and then they both turned blushing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Not much for words are you?" he finally said after a long awkward silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughing she replied, "Well, I didn't expect for my plan to meet someone to actually work so I didn't have anything ready if it did." He laughed lightly at her response.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She continued to speak, "So you think I'm a pretty girl?" she said hesitantly in a shy manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I guess you don't get that too often, huh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Oh...you'd be surprised."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I think I've had my fill of shocks this evening."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As they continued to walk and speak she felt this familiar feeling come over her. Like she had been with this person before in the same exact place and time. It was like a repetitive dream or deja vu. She looked at him to see if she recognized his face, but it was too dark to make out. She then felt a chill run up and down her spine as they walked into to the light of a street lamp and she saw his hair was that of the color gold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She stopped in her tracks as he continued to walk. After he noticed she had stopped, he turned and she began to stutter nervously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I-I think I've met you in my dreams many times before, but I never thought I'd ever meet you in person."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He slowly walked up to her and stroked her cheek. She closed her eyes to let the tears stream down her face. Then she felt a chilling breeze come over her and the full moon was covered by dark deathly clouds. When she opened her eyes he was gone, just like in her dreams...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ...to be continued&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863048-110250428125418463?l=chocolategenie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863048/posts/default/110250428125418463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863048/posts/default/110250428125418463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolategenie.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110250428125418463' title='dream lover '/><author><name>-=gEnIegAl=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11400659350418912500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863048.post-110227661601757353</id><published>2004-12-06T03:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T03:56:56.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>love undercover</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;fell in love with the chinese movie "Love Undercover" shown on Channel 8 last night. Yang Qian Hua and Wu Yan Zhu are sure good actors.. i jus seem to love their movies. the role Wu Yan Zhu played in this movie makes me think that he is a role model of a boyfriend. sweet. doting. spicy. be there always. (mind you. it's a movie. so wake up eugenie!). the blur blur cute cute look of Yang Qian Hua never fails to make me laugh at her lame jokes and lame actions. both of them are really very good in acting. hope they make it big in their career. i want more of them in romantic comedies!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863048-110227661601757353?l=chocolategenie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863048/posts/default/110227661601757353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863048/posts/default/110227661601757353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolategenie.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110227661601757353' title='love undercover'/><author><name>-=gEnIegAl=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11400659350418912500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863048.post-110227623608347826</id><published>2004-12-06T03:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T03:50:36.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>004.jpg&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/259/1677/640/004.1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; 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Inuyasha rocks!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;had been trying to find this person in Friendster, Hotmail, friends any every possible way i could. it's vexing and every effort is in vain. aRR!! please.. i hope you know i'm trying very hard to locate you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863048-110223807671707585?l=chocolategenie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863048/posts/default/110223807671707585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863048/posts/default/110223807671707585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolategenie.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110223807671707585' title='christmas wish'/><author><name>-=gEnIegAl=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11400659350418912500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863048.post-110207138656498578</id><published>2004-12-03T18:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-03T18:56:26.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;yupp. it's been quite some time since i last blogged. i'm too lazy. many people will nod their heads to agree that statement. my burns are alright now, except the scars, not that serious though. mad movement is okay.. i guess. the business at silkpro booth is terrible. to all 5566, K One, Cyndi Wang, 183 Club fans.. take note: Just make a purchase of $10 worth of Silkpro products from the Silkpro Booth in the Silkpro Celebration Tree at Orchard, and you will get a sure-win lucky dip to win either a 20% or 50% discount off the concert tickets of the whatever concert coming on 11 Dec. along with a free concert folder and poster. while stock lasts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;the sausages at the mad movement is soooo good i must at least have two everytime i report for duty. it's really very good. espcially the hunter sausage. yummy!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i also started to learn ice-skating and almost gave up at the first try (i only tried once anyway). it's a stupid thing too because the ice-skating ringe in mad movement is built on a slope. ya.. and a big thank you to --&gt; Zhi Wei, Jeremy and the girl whose name i didn't know &lt;-- for helping me and to Zhi Wei and Jeremy for not wanting to help me and another big big thank you to Jeremy who wanted me to fall and tried to make me fall one time and another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;also seren da jie told me she's going to australia to further her studies next august. felt very happy for her, but at the same time sad as well. she's such a great da jie and can't bear to think that she's leaving for 4 years.. will go and visit her if i'm going australia nex year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;this is specially typed for this particular friend of mine.. you should know who you are.. please!!!! stop bugging me with the same question!!! you liek him than go ahead and like. stop all thses questions about : is it good to like someone from the same CCA?? do you think i'm good enough for him?? do you think he likes anyone?? it's driving me nuts okay?? i've only met you 3 times and met him 4 times. what makes you think i know him soo well? serious la. it's really up to you and him. please i beg you.. DON'T BUG ME WITH THESE QUESTIONS ANYMORE!! IGNATIOUS THAT GOES TO YOU ALSO!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863048-110207138656498578?l=chocolategenie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863048/posts/default/110207138656498578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863048/posts/default/110207138656498578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolategenie.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110207138656498578' title=''/><author><name>-=gEnIegAl=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11400659350418912500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863048.post-110156240738236367</id><published>2004-11-27T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-27T21:33:27.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;25 Minutes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;After some time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I've finally made up my mind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;she is the girl and I really want to make her mine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm searching everywhere to find her again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;to tell her I love her and I'm sorry 'bout the things I've done&lt;br /&gt;I find her standing in front of the church &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;the only place in town where I didn't search &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;She looks so happy in her weddingdress &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but she's crying while she's saying this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Chorus: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Boy I've missed your kisses all the time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but this is twenty five minutes too late &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Though you travelled so far boy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm sorry your are twenty five minutes too late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Against the wind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm going home again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;wishing me back to the time when we were more than friends&lt;br /&gt;But still I see her in front of the church &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;the only place in town where I didn't search &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;She looked so happy in her wedding dress &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but she cryed while she was saying this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Chorus: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Boy I've missed your kisses all the time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but this is twenty five minutes too late &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Though you travelled so far boy  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm sorry your are twenty five minutes too late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Out in the streets &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;places where hungry hearts have nothing to eat  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;inside my head still I can hear the words she said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Chorus: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Boy I've missed your kisses all the time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but this is twenty five minutes too late  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Though you travelled so far boy I'm sorry your are twentyfive minutes too late&lt;br /&gt;I can still hear her say.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863048-110156240738236367?l=chocolategenie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863048/posts/default/110156240738236367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863048/posts/default/110156240738236367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolategenie.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110156240738236367' title=''/><author><name>-=gEnIegAl=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11400659350418912500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863048.post-110106192220708074</id><published>2004-11-22T02:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-22T02:32:02.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;i cannot bear it anymore. i must say it out. CHENG XI IS A BLOODY FUCKING LIAR!! pls lor.. people who had read his blog or heard what he had said bout OBS, PLEASE DON'T BE SO STUPID TO BELIEVE HIM. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;1) it's not HIM and SOME buddy guys who did everything. there were 15 other people in Livingstone who were    doing their part as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;2) HE DIDN'T TAKE ON ANY IC POSITIONS IN THE CAMP. the 1st day it ME who was the IC. the 2nd day was GUAN TING. the 3rd day was KANG WEI &amp; JOANNE. the 4th and 5th day was SAMUEL. all of us did our job as the IC of the day, okay? don't even think of gaining credit for things you didn't even do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;3) HE DIDN'T COMPLETE THE INVERSE TOWER BY HIMSELF AT ALL. he boasted he wanted to climb all the way to the top but the fact is that he can't even complete the 1st part. in the end, he blamed US for that because he said he cannot do well because we were not giving him moral support.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;4) HE DIDN'T HAVE A DEEP CUT FOR HELPING TO CARRYING THE KAYAKS. IT WAS ONLY A SMALL SCATCH. i can also vivdly remember that he was there helping to create more problem rather than really helping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;5) during the stor-clearing, NOT ONLY HE AND THE BOYS ARE DOING THE JOBS. GUAN TING AND ADELINE WERE THE PEOPLE WHO CLEANED AND HANG THE BAGS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;6) you know that we don't really have to clear so much things for the last dinner? it's beacuse HE ACT SMART THAT HE THINKS THAT WE SHOULD COOK MORE. i already cook and cleared up the stuff. HE CAME IN AND MEDDLED. in the end no one wanted to eat. so, everything went to waste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;7) and you know why matthew and samuel ahd such an argument later on? it was partially HIS FAULT as well. if HE didn't continously shouted shut up at matthew, matthew wouldn't defend himself by scolding more. who was the person who shout 'SHUT UP! SHUT UP! SHUT UP!....' all the way at matthew? HE DID!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;8) and please lah. don't copy what other people had said like HE did okay? he was there talking crap about SERVANT LEADERS throughout ther whole camp. HE DON'T EVEN KNOW THE REAL MEANING TO THE TWO WORDS. anyway, almost the whole group treat him as talking crap when he's talking. because HE WAS TALKING CRAP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;9) if you scroll down his blog and come upon the point he said he had worked hard for the malacca trip. ask him. WHAT HAD HE DONE FOR THE TRIP? empty promises and talking air.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;now i'm really very ashamed to tell people he's from my school and from the Youth-EXCO. bloody LIAR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863048-110106192220708074?l=chocolategenie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863048/posts/default/110106192220708074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863048/posts/default/110106192220708074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolategenie.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110106192220708074' title=''/><author><name>-=gEnIegAl=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11400659350418912500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863048.post-110104361234345819</id><published>2004-11-21T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-21T21:26:52.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>obs!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;just got back from OBS yesterdae. it was somehow fun, emotional, irritating + many many more. my group was Livingstone, our instructor was Serene.. we had me, kang wei, joanne, chengxi, adeline, guan ting, clarence, timothy, matthew, charles, samuel, aisha, lai ying, ahmad and fharis. 5 days in obs was really very tiring and i got 2nd degree sunburns on my thighs, arms and ears.. bloody hell the doctor said i could be admitted into hospital. but, the stariods substain the blisters and so i only have to eat my medicine, see the doctor everyday and have my MC till 25th December. ONLY HAVE TO. but i can't deny i had great fun in OBS. taught me alot. and falling hard too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863048-110104361234345819?l=chocolategenie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863048/posts/default/110104361234345819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863048/posts/default/110104361234345819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolategenie.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110104361234345819' title='obs!!'/><author><name>-=gEnIegAl=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11400659350418912500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863048.post-110053712805729510</id><published>2004-11-16T00:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T00:45:28.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2288556176946l.jpg&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/259/1677/640/2288556176946l.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/259/1677/200/2288556176946l.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863048-110053712805729510?l=chocolategenie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863048/posts/default/110053712805729510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863048/posts/default/110053712805729510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolategenie.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110053712805729510' title=''/><author><name>-=gEnIegAl=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11400659350418912500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863048.post-110044362990460277</id><published>2004-11-14T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-14T22:47:09.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mad movement</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;heard that cousins Xian passed his driving test the first time he took it. he's going to have a tough time fighting with cousin Qi over uncle's car.. xiao aunt says the next in line for the 1-time-pass-driving-test will be jieying and next is me. i don't even know i will want to learn driving anot. i would really prefer someone driving for me, which is impossible and i don't really like the though of it. might as well get a taxi. darren got his new car. a bmw. hope he has more sense in driving than andrew has.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863048-110044362990460277?l=chocolategenie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863048/posts/default/110044362990460277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863048/posts/default/110044362990460277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolategenie.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110044362990460277' title='mad movement'/><author><name>-=gEnIegAl=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11400659350418912500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863048.post-110018450580808754</id><published>2004-11-11T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-11T22:48:25.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>serene's bdae</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;it's a good thing weng tat called me before i went out at 11.45am to ask for a change of time, because if he called after i went out, i will chop him up into pieces when i finally see him 1 hour plus later on. the Silkpro thinig was sort of boring and we were there having a trial run on how to sell the shampoo and stuff. people, switch your shampoo and sgower foam to Silkpro products because it contains silk crystals which and kepp your skin and hair scalp moist and it is suitable for sensitive skin types. It has designer fragrance that smells heavenly. Silkpro products have anti-bacterial substance which can clense your skin pores and hair scalp and the silk crystals can help regenerate skin cells, keep your skin cool when warm and keep it warm when it's cold. blah blah blah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;met ah pok at tanah merah mrt station and met timonthy and dajie at pasir ris. it's a good thing that timonthy drove his car, so we won't have to take the bus. had to help dajie with the first batch of cooking. i was the one in charge of buttering the food. the food were great because we bbq it ourselves. haha. went for a little walk with ah pok and weng tat. watched the sky turn dark. went back for more food. dajie was feeding me with prawns and more prawns. her prawns mostly not yet all cooked de!! but how.. all end up in my stomach le.. had a good time listening to what timonthy and dajie's 'bf' had to say about army life. raymond, sharon and elijah came much later as we suspected that they were lost. elijah is as cute as ever!! after finishing the prawns, was urging weng tat to go back le.. in the end we took a cab back.. the driver was very nice and talkative. chatted our way back.. very tired now, collasping soon..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863048-110018450580808754?l=chocolategenie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863048/posts/default/110018450580808754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863048/posts/default/110018450580808754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolategenie.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110018450580808754' title='serene&apos;s bdae'/><author><name>-=gEnIegAl=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11400659350418912500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863048.post-109983914852596015</id><published>2004-11-07T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T22:52:28.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>get a life</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;i find that sometimes coming online is such a boring thing. i don't play online games or computer games, if there's no research for me to do, i'll come online to just chat, blog and read blogs. or maybe even just stare at the screen, playing around with the mouse. i'm really getting bored with everything. i'm bored with orchard, cinemas, books, walking, sitting, typing, sleeping, eating, blah blah blah. maybe going off to OBS is a great thing after all, despite the fact that i may die there. what i need now are challenges, advantures, rope elements, water activities, camp fires, team mates, someone i could talk to at night when i cannot sleep (which is not possible), in other words, I NEED A LIFE! i rather get myself stung by hundreds or thousands of sandflies than staying at home and rot or walking aimlessly down the town or even sitting in front of this heartless and cold box made of of metal thingies i don't understand or know or even bother to know them. EUGENIE, GET A LIFE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863048-109983914852596015?l=chocolategenie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863048/posts/default/109983914852596015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863048/posts/default/109983914852596015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolategenie.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109983914852596015' title='get a life'/><author><name>-=gEnIegAl=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11400659350418912500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863048.post-109964200178151091</id><published>2004-11-05T15:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-05T16:06:41.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sick</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;woke up in shock to find myself covered with red patches on my hands, legs and neck. this is the first time i had this type of symtom or whatever. was down with a fever also.. had to go to that stinky hospital and that still ever so skinking doctor to get yet another injection and a blood test. everything took close to 6 hours. only reached home at around 12 plus when i suddenly remembered that there is suppose to be a SJAB exam this morning. FREAK! Davin is going to kill me!! tried calling him but in vain.. so had to call Sharon to tell the others i cannot make it for the Prefects' photo shoot this afternoon. why would i want myself to be captured with red patches all over me? especially if the EXCO is suppose to sit in the front? NEVER MIND. won't be going to Thailand later this month (aWW!), Australia is postponed to December next year, but still, i'm going to London for a week to visit my aunt, uncle and cousins! i hope i could still find the laptop i left behind in the factory last year.. aboveall, i want to see Christopher's wife Fay! she look so pretty in the photo aunt sent me. but. before all of these. have to complete all i have to complete --&gt; OBS, SJAB Camps and next year's Inter-School Prefects Games Day!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863048-109964200178151091?l=chocolategenie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863048/posts/default/109964200178151091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863048/posts/default/109964200178151091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolategenie.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109964200178151091' title='sick'/><author><name>-=gEnIegAl=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11400659350418912500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863048.post-109957652071588748</id><published>2004-11-04T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-04T21:55:20.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>photo shoot.</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;just got home from the photo shoot for Heartware's Epson bus. it was really very fun!! haha. the representatives from our school was me, kenneth yeo, ziya and eugene. met up in Heartware office and was introduced to two very nice people from Serangoon JC, Shi Hao and Hui Xian. Raymond drove us to his friend's studio in Eunos. the photographer was fun and some of us had solo shoots and some of us had double shoots. i paired up with Hariana and we naturally got into alot of pose and our turn ended very fast. haha.. the most funny part was that eugene and ziya had to pair up and whoo!! i really want to hear what the EXCO says when they see the two of them on the bus wallpaper. thinking of the bus really exictes me.. it's a really cool bus wor!! london bus wor!! the upper deck don't have cover de!! haha. good. then i don't have to bang my head againest the top le!! haha. thank you God for letting me know Heartware and the volunteers there. amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863048-109957652071588748?l=chocolategenie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863048/posts/default/109957652071588748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863048/posts/default/109957652071588748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolategenie.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109957652071588748' title='photo shoot.'/><author><name>-=gEnIegAl=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11400659350418912500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863048.post-109953297712465108</id><published>2004-11-04T09:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-04T09:49:37.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>numb</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;"Numb"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;I'm tired of being what you want me to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Feeling so faithless lost under the surface&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Don't know what you're expecting of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Put under the pressure of walking in your shoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;(Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Every step that I take is another mistake to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;(Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;I've become so numb I can't feel you there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;I've become so tired so much more aware&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;I'm becoming this all I want to doIs be more like me and be less like you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Can't you see that you're smothering me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Holding too tightly afraid to lose control&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Cause everything that you thought I would be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Has fallen apart right in front of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;(Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Every step that I take is another mistake to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;(Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;And every second I waste is more than I can take&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;I've become so numb I can't feel you there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;I've become so tired so much more aware&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;I'm becoming this all I want to doIs be more like me and be less like you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;And I knowI may end up failing too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;But I knowYou were just like me with someone disappointed in you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;I've become so numb I can't feel you there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;I've become so tired so much more aware&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;I'm becoming this all I want to doIs be more like me and be less like you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;I've become so numb I can't feel you there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;I'm tired of being what you want me to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;I've become so numb I can't feel you there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;I'm tired of being what you want me to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;i'm really tired. i want my own life. but i know i can't. you're forcing me to be someone like this. you says you're under pressure and depression. what about me? do you even give a shit about how i feel? no. you don't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863048-109953297712465108?l=chocolategenie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863048/posts/default/109953297712465108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863048/posts/default/109953297712465108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolategenie.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109953297712465108' title='numb'/><author><name>-=gEnIegAl=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11400659350418912500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863048.post-109946544054382012</id><published>2004-11-03T14:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T15:04:00.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rotting</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;really wondering if what siwei said was right. holidays are soo boring. nothing to do. initially, my first reaction was: what nothing to do! endless things lining up and forcing me to finish everthing. but, after staying at granny's house for 3 days, i really understand what doese siwei's ' holidays soo boring. nothing to do. ' means. it meant staying at home, watching tv all day long, eating more than 6 meals a day and making no effort and not even thinking of going to the gym or swimming pool downstairs. really saw what a pig i was during my stay at granny's place this time round. i ate, watch tv till 1-2 am in the morning. made abit effort to climb out of bed at 10 o'clock to brush my teeth, wash my face, eat, talk to my granny, and within 15 minutes i'm back into the still-quite-warm bed in my air-con room, watching tv and dozing off. after which i fell asleep (duh) and woke up at a respectable time of 4.30pm when i ramaged through the fridge and found nothing which appeal to my taste bud and stomach in the house, restlessly i showered and dragged my legs out to the NTUC opposite to do abit of quick shopping for junk food and my breakfast the next morning. after that.. had to explain to my uncle why my room was still in a mess and the air-con was still on and that the maid said i was sleeping till the moment i got out.. haix. really hate it when he's in singapore. at least granny wouldn't nag at me like he does. well, that previous statement wasn't as right as i thought when yesterday night, a male friend called my granny's place to inform me of something. when granny was about to go to bed and dropped by my room for a moment, she asked who that fellow was and i told her he was someone from heartware and was informing of soemthing. then she rattled on about girls shouldn't go out at night.. don't get conned.. don't go around with someone you afre not familiar with.. blah blah. i just nodded and was thinkuing to myself: AM I THAT STUPID?! she ended the conversation by asking the name of the fellow who called. she said the first half of his name and asked me what's the second half. my, i have another mother!! whoo!! i really consider siwei's words to be a fact. but i reminded myself, i'm only free for this 2 weeks. bored for this 2 weeks. have nothing to do for this 2 weeks. but think eugenie. it's relax first then suffer. think of the OBS.. SJAB camps.. prefect stuff.. all awaiting for you to finish one by one after this 2 weeks. amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863048-109946544054382012?l=chocolategenie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863048/posts/default/109946544054382012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863048/posts/default/109946544054382012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolategenie.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109946544054382012' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863048.post-109904386059245329</id><published>2004-10-29T16:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-29T17:57:40.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the legacy of mr goh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;MALACCA TRIP 2004&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Day 1 ---&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;got my first heart attack at Woodlands MRT station when Mas and Jon did not appear in the train. waited and waited till 6.50am when PHEW!!! they're very very very late (actually meeting time was 6.30am). met up with Hariana at the next stop and proceeded to school. well, we're not the latest (i think) and after a brief check through, we boarded the bus and was on our way to Malacca. after the customs, we were on the coach joking, laughing and singing. everyone were very happy and it was my first time feeling the sense of unity in Youth EXCO. hotel was very good, gina was my roommate. we had the view of the sea and it was all very good. we went on to have lunch where me, minyi, kennth and joash were sitted by Mrs. Ong with the 'older' people --&gt; Mr. Goh, Mrs. Ong, Mrs. Ng,  Raymond and the students from MMU. Mr. Goh was being so gentlemanly by feeding me, minyi, kinnen and joash with food, food and more food. after lunch, we went to Creative Technology subsidy company --&gt; Cubic Electronics where we were introduced to Creatice Technology's products. i shot the first question whereby everyone laughed (i don't know why, can anyone from the YE explain?) and the person addressing us had to get the people from the marketing department to answer. questions flowed and most of them were from me, because i naturally had a sense of defence for Apple since i've worked with them. went for a tour around the plant and that's when i know i will never go into electronics, because i'm not interested and they know me, i don't know them. went back to the hotel to shower and we were taken to a food court to have dinner. the fried dumplings were sooo nice!! shopping at Mahkota Parade was very brief as we did not have much time before the shops close. justin was sort of conned into buying a RM150 jersey. my, i really feel sorry for him. during the debrief, everyone agreed that it was a day whereby everyone enjoyed ourselves and the unity was visible and sensible. YE plan to watch the Scary Movie 3 in eugene hoy's room. but in case we annoy the teachers in some ways or another, we girls decided to seek Mrs. Ong's permission befor we proceed, she agreed. the disc got jammed somehow and me and gina decided to go back to our rooms. the mushroom soup from the room service was terrible i did not even finish half of it. after which, i went into a deep dreamless sleep. today was really a very very very memorable day where the YE really came together to be as one. we have no one but each other for the rest of the two days. amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Day 2 ---&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;woke up to the fabulous view of the sunrise. breakfast was so great i had three rounds. started the day with several musem visits. and a shopping spree, not to forget. wen to St. Francis Institution where i was deeply impressed by their history. Mr. Wong (the principal) was a very honest and good man where he frankly answer our every question. although their school may be very rundown and old, their values in keeping the history of the school in the school building was what we should learn. went to the Chief Minister's office later on, it was a sudden arrangement and minyi and me, as president and vice-president were first ushered into the office with the teachers and Mr. Goh. later on, the Chief Minister wanted to see 'all our students'. it was very personal and humble of him as i don't think any of our own ministers would do that. after that, we went on to meet the VP of the Malaccan Youth Council, Mr. Wong, who was also yet another humble and personal member of the Paliment and YE really learned alot from him. one of many is ' when you die, people will not remember you for the amount of money you've earned in your life, they will remember you for the amount of contributiosn you've made to the society. ' . also to add on, he's an active officer of St. John Ambulance Brigade Malaysia too!! haha, so, i presented the St. John collar t-shirt to him as a gift. we had to rush back to the hotel to dress for the meeting with the Youth Council President. everyone was in their best formal clothing and off we go to dinner with the President, in a off street indian food stall. haha. at first, we were quite taken aback because we expected somewhere more formal and we were all dressed in formal clothing. but a second thought of it is that he is one very personal member of paliment too. he likes to be with his people. went for a short night tour after that. debrief was very touching and we all agreed, today was very eventful. after the debrief, me, kang wei and eugene crowed into raymond's room to having a planning meeting with raymond, mas and muhammad. the meeting went all the way till 2+ in the morning and after that, i went to puasa with mas, muhammad and hariana. talked and joked and finally i went back to my own room to pack my bag. gina was already asleep. i was really thankful to have gina as my roommate. tired as i was, but happy and glad in all the ways i could think of, i fell asleep. amen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Day 3 --&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;feverish and giddy was what i felt when i woke up. told gina i couldn't make it to the breakfast and i went back to sleep. woke up suddenly and my instinct told me to go straight to toilet. i vomited and vomited. felt really very sick. went back to sleep. when i woke up, i saw minyi and joanne asking how i was, Mrs. Ong as well, and Mr. Goh, from the door. minyi was firm about me drinking abit of tea and eating abit of the doughnut, did as she said. on the bus, really felt very terrible but had to get down at the red brick buildings to do abit of last minute shopping. finally could not take it and squatted down. eugene lu took me aside to sit down and we talked. some of them came over and we talked. still feeling terrible. had to walk back to the bus and i felt like dying. it was soo terrible. there's this pain adn weird feeling in my stomach and i felt like vomitting. in the bus i could i not take it and Mr. Goh had to help me massage my hand. the rest of YE were asking how i was, although how terrible i may feel, i could not push away the feeling of gratitude for their concern. felt so sick i could not go down to Tan Kim Hock and whenthey came back, i was feeling so cold Mrs. Ong insisted i go to the doctor. she and Kelvin (MMU student) took me to the nearby clinic and the doctor said it might be mild food posioning. went back to the bus, took my medicine and we took off back to singapore. everyone's concern and care really touched me. on the bus alone, my tears just flowed. this is a feeling of care and love i've never experience before. being able to be in this malacca trip really let us explored alot of things in us. we became united overnight, we exposed ourselves to a foreign country with people. we saw the potential in us and mend freuds among us anf became good friends. really thank God for these 3 days He gave us. amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863048-109904386059245329?l=chocolategenie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863048/posts/default/109904386059245329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i really hate this family. to the extend i cannot stand it any longer. i seriously, out of my heart hate my parents and brother. after the malacca trip i'm not going to tolerate myself with this crazy family. it's not as if i don't have anywhere else to go. they want to me back, wait an infinity. i'm not and will never submit myself to the fate that i have this bunch of people whom i call my parents and brother. they will see the real side of me. i promise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863048-109871336901830449?l=chocolategenie.blogspot.com' 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cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;just finished packing my bag for the malacca trip. found it very light. so i seriously doubt i left something out. never mind.. tomorrow then check again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863048-109863106659878236?l=chocolategenie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;caught a cold. bet is the rain just now. was very determined ro get across the road despite the heavy rain because i was very tired of waiting at the bus stop. waited for half an hour. watching the rain fall. finally decided to chiong to bukit timah plaza which is across the road. when i was halfway climbing the steps of the overhead bridage, i suddenly though that. shit. no shelter. heavy rain. thunder. lightning. faster run. on the way back, saw godbrother andrew. he told me he just broken up with his girlfriend. he said he felt sad. but he don't look like he's sad leh.. talked alot with him on the bus. told him about the guy i like. he scolded me stupid after hearing the whole story. didn't know why too. saw him across the road. waiting at the bustop. still had this dumb and sian look on his face. looking at him while andrew kept rattering about the weather. AhcHOO! my first sneeze of the day came. aHchOO aHchOO, the 2nd and 3rd came and many more after that. andrew scolded me again. he asked if i want to watch movie, i said no. much to his amazement. we went to causeway point to window shopping. he got me the basketball keychain. he got me 5 boxes of tissues. he got me a box of flu medicine. he got me a book to read when resting in bed. he got me the classic cd i was about to buy to listen while reading the book. he got me a pink hair clip to pin up my hair while reading. i felt like crying. i suddenly miss adrian very much. only he would be so nice and considerate towards me. da biao ge.. i want you to come home. i don't want you to be in england. andrew sent me home at 5pm. pat my head three times. hugged me and said good-bye. "thank you for accompanying me today. and helping me spend money. cheer up wor! 4years will be gone in a not-so-long wink. he'll be back bullying you in no time." he left me smiling and remembering. not a bad day after all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863048-109853899146691970?l=chocolategenie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863048/posts/default/109853899146691970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863048/posts/default/109853899146691970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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very very free when i was walking out with kennth and eugene. maybe it's because there's no more other things for me to settle le ba. no more bazzars.. exams.. even the malacca trip, everything is almost done. had this feeling as if today's the last day of school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863048-109844055284488053?l=chocolategenie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863048/posts/default/109844055284488053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863048/posts/default/109844055284488053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863048.post-109818687949632739</id><published>2004-10-19T19:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-19T19:54:39.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hh</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;it seems to be ages since i last blogged. okay, school reopen to a day of slackness and boredom. the bazzar things were almost all settled. got the stock from YHS and going down for meeting with elim and adrian to discuss about the consignment of 77th street items. hope she will let us have it. malacca trip will be next week. the only thing i'm happy about is that mas and yana going. jonathan also. very very rush.. looking forward to the bazzar on friday, even though i'm going to miss the basketball inter-house finals. hope that all my entrepreneurship courses haven't gone down the drain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863048-109818687949632739?l=chocolategenie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863048/posts/default/109818687949632739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863048/posts/default/109818687949632739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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immediately shot off to granny's hse to relax for a few days. on thursday night, watched the movie Wimbleton with tat and friday went to support the basketball boys 2 LOVE '03 ROCKS FOREVER. haha. chin teck, darren, edmund, alvin, levin played really well and we managed to beat richardson and drawed with atherton. the holiday mood is really getting over me. can't wait to be in all the camps and the mad movement too!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863048-109792598623305467?l=chocolategenie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863048/posts/default/109792598623305467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863048/posts/default/109792598623305467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolategenie.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109792598623305467' 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863048-109757895651319639?l=chocolategenie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863048/posts/default/109757895651319639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863048/posts/default/109757895651319639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolategenie.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109757895651319639' title=''/><author><name>-=gEnIegAl=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11400659350418912500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863048.post-109750552566899656</id><published>2004-10-11T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T22:38:45.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Social Studies was a killer paper although i was prepared for it. something unexpected had taken place when i was doing my essay. WRITERS' BLOCK! ahh.. worst thing that could ever happen. didn't know what i was writing about. Additional Maths wasn't just a killer. i just practically lost hope and faith in it. I GAVE UP. after the papers, as usual, went to lunch with esther, charmaine, celine, sharon and chengying. took neoprint again with the first three mentioned and along with adlinda, harry and samuel lu. i think it's one of the best neoprints i've taken although some parts of esther's face and many parts of charmaine's was cut off. was on the mrt when i suddenly remembered i left my spectacles at the neoprint booth. pathetic. met mitchell from presbyterian high on the way back to bishan. he accompanied me to retrieve my specs. and went to thechristian shop with him. some feeling about him reminds me of jowin (my real brother). maybe it's because of his fair and guai look ba. haven't seen him for a long time. as well as andre. yupyup. miss the presbyterian high people.. superman.. andre.. bird bird.. jane.. jill.. + many many more. especially cssp camp challenge group 3 people. GROUP THREE ROCKS BIG TIME! not to mention, GROUP ONE TOO!! GROUP[3][1] FOREVER!! really hope i can go for the cssp camp on the 25th of november with justin, olivia, adaline, john and gang. miss all of them. the group i use to hang out with before cindy and koen and heartware. really looking forward to the holidays and all the fun i'll have. amen for all those beautiful and impact memories which will accompany me down my years of growing up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863048-109750552566899656?l=chocolategenie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863048/posts/default/109750552566899656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863048/posts/default/109750552566899656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolategenie.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109750552566899656' title=''/><author><name>-=gEnIegAl=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11400659350418912500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863048.post-109728828488836374</id><published>2004-10-09T10:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-09T10:18:04.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>chicks.jpg&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/259/1677/640/chicks.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/259/1677/320/chicks.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863048-109728828488836374?l=chocolategenie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863048/posts/default/109728828488836374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863048/posts/default/109728828488836374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolategenie.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109728828488836374' title=''/><author><name>-=gEnIegAl=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11400659350418912500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863048.post-109724596769451720</id><published>2004-10-08T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-08T22:32:47.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>amen.</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;yupyup. back from books, tears, headaches and alot of heck-cares, period. this week, had been very eventful. having my EOYs, family problems, management problems and just added on, my diet problems. they papers had been relatively tough (duh) especially under freezing conditions it did not improve the situation. really can't wait for all of these to finish. but looking at the date and time now, it's really finishing real soon. in less than 1 week i'm free person (not that free though) with my camps and all awaiting for me. i really don't want to go for the malacca trip i really don't want to go for the johor uniform group camp. i only want to go for the OBS and CSSP Youth Camp 2004, as well as the ANCO Course/Camp. and of course.. watch lottss of movieezz!! the MAD Movement too, don't forget me mas!! recently i've been forgetting who i am. what i should to or what's coming up next. really lost faith in alot of things. very tired. exhuasted. i can't believe it myself that this is already october. 2 more months to the end of this year, the start of a new beginning. just want to say a BIG BIG THANK YOU to God for letting things and time pass SOO fast. Thank You for making myself pull through every problem i meet. Thank You for letting me feel so i would feel hurt, lonliness, lost and numb. Thank You for creating this small, little meaningless ME. Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863048-109724596769451720?l=chocolategenie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863048/posts/default/109724596769451720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863048/posts/default/109724596769451720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolategenie.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109724596769451720' title='amen.'/><author><name>-=gEnIegAl=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11400659350418912500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863048.post-109687183131562599</id><published>2004-10-04T14:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-04T14:37:11.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;2dae's joey's bdae. gave him his present.. he told mi got stomache and i gave him sweets.. nvm la. i just feel that i'm alwasy very lucky. especially on weeks i have announcement suties. the 1st dae will alwas haf something being cropped up so i will not do the duty. for thise week, it's the mike. hahahhaha. okok. 2dae's english paper 1 was totally crap. wrote both sections about youthexco.. sian.. 2nd paper.. even worse haven even 5 mins i was dozing off liaox.. after tat went to lunch wif ign n darren.. ran after them ard j8.. fell, went home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863048-109687183131562599?l=chocolategenie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863048/posts/default/109687183131562599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863048/posts/default/109687183131562599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolategenie.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109687183131562599' title=''/><author><name>-=gEnIegAl=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11400659350418912500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863048.post-109672787384861251</id><published>2004-10-02T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-02T22:37:53.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;da biao ge leaving tonight. 11.20pm. sq322. london. felt like crying but jokes from andrew, andre and kevin kept my tears from flowing. he didn't want me to send him off. he say he didn't want to see me. he said he wanted to leave singapore in a happy mood. 4 years before he's coming back. 4 years. i've been away from him for 4 years before.. but not like this. i cannot see him.. i can only hear him. he promised me the bears. chocolates. books. experience. stories. 4 years later. without him i really feel scared. i feel i'm short of something. i will miss him. i definately will. very much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863048-109672787384861251?l=chocolategenie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863048/posts/default/109672787384861251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863048/posts/default/109672787384861251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolategenie.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109672787384861251' title=''/><author><name>-=gEnIegAl=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11400659350418912500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863048.post-109672556603576779</id><published>2004-10-02T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-02T21:59:26.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>5771004334586m.jpg&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/259/1677/50/5771004334586m.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/259/1677/320/5771004334586m.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863048-109672556603576779?l=chocolategenie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863048/posts/default/109672556603576779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863048/posts/default/109672556603576779'/><link 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paper was quittee alright i guess. the composition was a diaster. i did not really know what i wrote, but kept on writing. the hall was so so so cold, even the windbreaker didn't help much. physically and mentally. paper 2, haix, 1 WORD WROTE WRONGLY!! aRRR!! actually wrote correctly de!!! wa!!!! haix.. never mind.. it's all over.. and it's only 2 marks.. *sobx* i felt that having the exams in the cold hall was terrifying.. in a hall of people makes me really nervous. when i'm nervous i can't think right. never mind, just relax and keep a cool mind and MAINTAIN! maintain, maintain, maintain, MAINTAIN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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type='text'>A!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;blockquote id="fe8025b6"&gt;&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;started off my lessons by slamming my bag, hrew my paperbag and my books onto the floor. because of some idoitic people who did not have the courtesy to return my table in its proper state and condition back to the proper and original place. well, today seemed to be quite a good day i suppose. i got 75 for my chinese!!! if not for some stupid careless mistakes i might have gotton 80. but, it's okay, i've got an A!! hehe.. had my english oral today after school, miss alsagoff was the teacher taking my group. it's a sure lose-lose situation for me. after the oral. it became a sure sure lose lose thing. never mind.. it's over.. just finished tuition. like shit. i really forgotten every single thing about indices. me, xinhui and zhikai all went into the headache state after doing 3 sections of the paper. at least the changing subject part wasn't that bad. i got everything right by myself (yeah!). i now feel like every single bone of mine is shattering. feeling so tired (physically). tomorrow is going to be a long day. jia you wor eugenie!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863048-109646781273770985?l=chocolategenie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863048/posts/default/109646781273770985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863048/posts/default/109646781273770985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolategenie.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109646781273770985' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863048.post-109635724951693807</id><published>2004-09-28T15:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-28T15:40:49.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sorry.</title><content type='html'>okok. i know i should not be here, bbut staring into the school's computer screen makes my hand itchy and i cannot help but typing the blogger address.. haven't blog for a few days le.. wondered how i lived these 3 days without internet (at home i meant.). missed alot of people especially mas, tat and da jie.. missing markerboy too.. haha.. don't know why also. just felt like missing them. the doctor says i'm too fat (as i expected) and too tall (don't assume so.). felt like telling him: so what do you want me to do? go on diet and drink just plain water for all two meals? (i don't eat breakfast). whenever i see that doctor, i just have this urge of slapping him in the face and poke that big fat needle into his arm. 2 more days to the start of nightmare. haven't even prepare for it yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863048-109635724951693807?l=chocolategenie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863048/posts/default/109635724951693807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863048/posts/default/109635724951693807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolategenie.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109635724951693807' title='sorry.'/><author><name>-=gEnIegAl=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11400659350418912500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863048.post-109594776976863282</id><published>2004-09-23T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-23T21:56:09.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;this will be my last posting till then. no more internet till then. seriously feeling depressed now. like it all came at one time. all hit me with some strength i never experience before. cry or not cry? break down or not break down? continue or give up? i just don't seem to know what to do. i seem to be just dazing around, not knowing clearly what's happening around me. it's all blurr. i often wonder unwillingly, should i continue? feeling really very sleepy. feeling really very tired. to think i'm only 15 years old, i'm feeling like i'm 50. sick of this world, sick of this life. blue. i feel i'm in blue now. dull, sad, unhappy, nobody cares. looking at those words made me cry. i don't know why. looking at these words i've typed, am i really sick and tired of everything? if i am, should i just give up and go? if i'm not, why am i feeling this way then? kindda quiet now. i need to scream, i need to cry, i need to sleep, dreaming of the blue sky and white clouds and the invinsible wind. it all just hit me too hard and quick. i don't want to smile or laugh or talk anymore. i don't want to read, write or listen anymore. i just want to lay down there, looking at my blue sky, white clouds and invinsible wind. laying down there, all alone, quietly and peacefully, going into my sleep of wonderful dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863048-109594776976863282?l=chocolategenie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863048/posts/default/109594776976863282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863048/posts/default/109594776976863282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolategenie.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109594776976863282' title=''/><author><name>-=gEnIegAl=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11400659350418912500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863048.post-109594689183243318</id><published>2004-09-23T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-23T21:41:31.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/259/1677/320/36.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #FFFFFF; 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BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/259/1677/200/Tat%26engenie2(18-09-04).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;todae's my 1st time paricipating in sjab walkathon. quite interesting to say, initially thought i was late, but when i arrived @ bishan.. saw wee siang there aso! wa.. lucky sia.. den proceeded to hq.. very very crowded.. the warm-up was abit lame? haha.. den suggested to charles sir, nex yr change to fun dance la!! the walk was okay la.. mos of the time tokking to priscilla.. den towards the end den tok 2 charles sir, tokking crap mostly. haha. den watch the prize presentation.. den off liaox!!! went to the food court @ army market.. mi n wee siang was like so damn it hungry.. ate 1 plate of noodles den both f us still go n buy duck rice.. wa.. really full sia.. den wa.. ws there having alot of fun.. teasing priscilla mos of the time.. pig.. fish.. dog flying here n there.. hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863048-109557462060526895?l=chocolategenie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863048/posts/default/109557462060526895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863048/posts/default/109557462060526895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolategenie.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109557462060526895' title=''/><author><name>-=gEnIegAl=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11400659350418912500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863048.post-109551417564180007</id><published>2004-09-18T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-18T21:29:35.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dodgeball</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;went shopping fer ah tat's sister's bdae present wif him.. chose a very very cute pig which sae: i m a pig. haha.. den we go cineleisure check the movie times coz ah tat (mi aso la) wanna watch dodgeball. den wa.. the 3.15 show was like all occupied except fer some single seats.. so decided 2 watch the 5.20 1.. den go kfc makan, saw eugene teo.. den go heeren, saw yumiko again, got to noe her 2 frenz. darius n liming.. den ah tat's fren won a 2nd in the inno-somthing competition.. wah.. was so damn it good lor.. den we went to take the bloody fast neoprint.. den sala again.. chose onli 2 photos.. WAH!!! 2nd TIME LEH!! haha.. budden nvm.. den went to watch the movie.. hmm.. alot of ooo-s n ahh-s here and there.. laughters mos of the time.. a terrific movie to sae..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863048-109551417564180007?l=chocolategenie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863048/posts/default/109551417564180007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863048/posts/default/109551417564180007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolategenie.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109551417564180007' title='dodgeball'/><author><name>-=gEnIegAl=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11400659350418912500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863048.post-109541963205788104</id><published>2004-09-17T18:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-17T19:13:52.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>living for myself</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;well, just got home from the macDonald talk.. Why Study So Hard? hmm.. Dr. Maliki really gave mi some inspiration and motivation. he said that we live our life for ourselves, not the society or the others. so, be happy and we will be sucessful in our own ways. i really agree.. i just didn't understand why i was so driven by studies by my parents.. thinking of my sec 1 times.. how i chiong in studies.. ending up wif 3rd in class, 17th in level in my end of years... sec 2 still remaining in the top 15 in class and top 50 in level, felt really very tired of all these when i got into sec 3, because all the subjects i have this year really puts me down..  after having this 'conversation' 2dae, really made me wake up. why the hell am i studying so hard when i'm not happy with what i am doing?? really cheered up alot after thinking of what i enjoyed doing most. volunteering my time to the community. which is what i'm doing now some times, or rather sae mos of the time. i dun haf to think of what my parents, family, friends or teachers say about it being useless, because, i love it. i wun let them run my life for me. i finally figure out that i'm the one holding on the the driving wheels of my entire life. people can give me different and losts of directions. but, in the end, which path i'm driving to will still be decided by me. after the whole talk, i really brigtened up alot, cheered up, stopped thinking of what happened in the morning, skipped, jumped, smile. it's all because, it's my own life. i want it to be happy. always.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863048-109541963205788104?l=chocolategenie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863048/posts/default/109541963205788104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863048/posts/default/109541963205788104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolategenie.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109541963205788104' title='living for myself'/><author><name>-=gEnIegAl=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11400659350418912500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863048.post-109533377944854994</id><published>2004-09-16T19:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-16T19:22:59.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/259/1677/320/CSSP2_035.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/259/1677/200/CSSP2_035.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CSSP2_035.jpg&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863048-109533377944854994?l=chocolategenie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863048/posts/default/109533377944854994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863048/posts/default/109533377944854994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolategenie.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109533377944854994' title=''/><author><name>-=gEnIegAl=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11400659350418912500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863048.post-109533359397293167</id><published>2004-09-16T19:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-16T19:19:53.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sick</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;why must i be alwasy sick? i don't understand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863048-109533359397293167?l=chocolategenie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863048/posts/default/109533359397293167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863048/posts/default/109533359397293167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolategenie.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109533359397293167' title='sick'/><author><name>-=gEnIegAl=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11400659350418912500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863048.post-109522485496813377</id><published>2004-09-15T13:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-15T13:07:34.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;The Brother's Song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like any good mother, when Karen found out that another baby was on the way, she did what she could to help her 3 year old son, Michael, prepare for a new sibling. They found out that the new baby was going to be a girl, and day after day, night after night, Michael sang to his little sister in Mommy's tummy. He was building a bond of love with his little sister before he even met her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pregnancy progressed normally for Karen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In time, the labor pains came. Soon it was every five minutes, very three, every minute. But serious complications arose during delivery and Karen found herself in hours of labor. Would a C-section be required? Finally after a long struggle, Michael's little sister was born. But she was in very serious condition. With a siren howling in the night, the ambulance rushed the infant to the neonatal intensive care unit at St. Mary's Hospital, Knoxville, Tennessee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The days inched by. The little girl got worse. The pediatric specialist regretfully had to tell the parents, "There is very little hope. Be prepared for the worst."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karen and her husband contacted a local cemetery about a burial plot. They had fixed up a special room in their home for the new baby....but now they found themselves having to plan for a funeral. Michael, however, kept begging his parents to let him see his sister. "I want to sing to her," he kept saying. Week two in the intensive care looked as if a funeral could come before the week was over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael kept nagging about singing to his sister, but kids are never allowed in the Intensive Care. Karen made up her mind, though. She would take Michael whether they liked it or not! If he didn't see his sister right then, he may never see her alive. She dressed him in an oversized scrub suit and marched him into ICU. He looked like a walking laundry basket, but the head nurse recognized him as a child and bellowed "Get that kid out of here now! NO children are allowed!" The mother rose up strong in Karen, and the usually mild-mannered lady glared steel-eyed right into the head nurses's face, her lips a firm line. "He's not leaving until he sings to his sister!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karen towed Michael to his sister's bedside. He gazed at the tiny infant losing the battle to live. After a moment, he began to sing. In the pure hearted voice of a 3-year-old Michael sang:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You are my sunshine, my only sushine,you make me happy when skies are gray,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instantly the baby girl seemed to respond. Her pulse rate began to calm down and become steady. "Keep on singing, Michael," encouraged Karen with tears in her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You never know, dear,how much I love you.Please don't takemy sunshine away."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael's little sister began to relax as rest, healing rest, seemed to sweep over her. "Keep on singing, Michael." Tears had now conquered the face of the bossy head nurse. Karen glowed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My only sunshine.Please don't takemy sunshine away...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, ...the very next day...the little girl was well enough to go home!&lt;br /&gt;"Woman's Day Magazine" called it "The Miracle of a Brother's Song" The medical staff just called it a miracle. Karen called it a miracle of God's love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never give up on the people you love. Love is so Incredible powerful. To the world you may be one person, but to one person you may be the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Contributed by Mary J. Widhalm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863048-109522485496813377?l=chocolategenie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863048/posts/default/109522485496813377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863048/posts/default/109522485496813377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolategenie.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109522485496813377' title=''/><author><name>-=gEnIegAl=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11400659350418912500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863048.post-109517050839197429</id><published>2004-09-14T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-14T22:01:48.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/259/1677/320/babybud.1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/259/1677/200/babybud.1.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;babybud.jpg&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863048-109517050839197429?l=chocolategenie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863048/posts/default/109517050839197429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863048/posts/default/109517050839197429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolategenie.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109517050839197429' title=''/><author><name>-=gEnIegAl=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11400659350418912500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863048.post-109515045231374879</id><published>2004-09-14T16:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-14T16:27:32.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;p&gt;2dae might be the day whereby most 3peace '04 people would feel proud. two awards presented to the two groups of boys who had won the science competition and the glider competition. well, quite an enjoyable and sleepy day i would say.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Never say goodbye if you still want to try - &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Never give up if you still feel you can go on - &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Never say you don't love a person anymore if you can't let go -&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Don't go for looks; they can deceive - &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Don't go for wealth; even that fades away - &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Go for someone who makes you smile because it takes only a smile to make a dark day seem bright -&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Heal the past -&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Live the present -&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Dream the future -&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863048-109515045231374879?l=chocolategenie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863048/posts/default/109515045231374879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863048/posts/default/109515045231374879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolategenie.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109515045231374879' title=''/><author><name>-=gEnIegAl=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11400659350418912500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863048.post-109508260437594349</id><published>2004-09-13T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-13T21:36:44.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/259/1677/320/bs.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/259/1677/200/bs.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bs.jpg&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863048-109508260437594349?l=chocolategenie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863048/posts/default/109508260437594349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863048/posts/default/109508260437594349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolategenie.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109508260437594349' title=''/><author><name>-=gEnIegAl=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11400659350418912500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863048.post-109506783842470946</id><published>2004-09-13T17:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-13T17:30:38.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st dae of yet another school term</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;well.. let's jus sae it isn't a very good way to start the new term by slping in the 2nd class.. erm.. hafing the principal to take over the chemistry class fer 2dae.. slping in chi... day dreaming in a maths class and was 'caught' by the teacher. n not fogetting, failing my english by half a mark. wad a 'great' way to start the new term.. mus study liaox.. cannot afford to fail my finals.. which is.. in 3 more weeks time?? gosh.. i'm dead meat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;'~* I KNOW I CAN *~'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;If you think you are beaten you are; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;If you think you dare not, you don't; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;If you want to win but think you can't; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;It's almost a cinch you won't. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;If you think you'll lose you're lost; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; For out of the world we find Success begins with a fellow's will; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;It's all in a state of mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Life's battles don't always go to the stronger and faster man,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;But sooner or later the man who wins Is the man who thinks he can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;-Author Unknown-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863048-109506783842470946?l=chocolategenie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863048/posts/default/109506783842470946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863048/posts/default/109506783842470946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolategenie.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109506783842470946' title='1st dae of yet another school term'/><author><name>-=gEnIegAl=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11400659350418912500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863048.post-109491583567455966</id><published>2004-09-11T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-11T23:17:15.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/259/1677/640/ser%26tat%26genie6.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; 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instructions &lt;--&lt;br /&gt; - Combine ingredients together gently and carefully, using faith and vision -&lt;br /&gt; - Mix together with strong belief of the outcome until finely blended -&lt;br /&gt; - Add thoughts, words and actions for best results -&lt;br /&gt; - Bake until Blessed -&lt;br /&gt; - Give thanks again -&lt;br /&gt; - Makes unlimited servings -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863048-109489113597468781?l=chocolategenie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863048/posts/default/109489113597468781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863048/posts/default/109489113597468781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolategenie.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109489113597468781' title='it&apos;s jus horrible being sick.'/><author><name>-=gEnIegAl=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11400659350418912500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863048.post-109464677376256302</id><published>2004-09-08T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-08T20:36:08.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>glass painting. 5km walk.</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;blockquote id="cd4d6523"&gt;&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;2dae went fer the library meeting.. painted the glasses.. okay la.. abit rusty in skills likaox.. almos 1 yr nv paint liaox okay,, den go the reservior there walk walk wif ah tat.. long time nv lidat walk liaox. according to him got 5km leh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863048-109464677376256302?l=chocolategenie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863048/posts/default/109464677376256302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863048/posts/default/109464677376256302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolategenie.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109464677376256302' title='glass painting. 5km walk.'/><author><name>-=gEnIegAl=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11400659350418912500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
