<?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-6547781</id><updated>2011-07-08T19:05:11.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The One Wen</title><subtitle type='html'>Me, your Grandmother.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547781/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547781/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>wanwenwanwen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>237</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547781.post-1725014232582412700</id><published>2008-03-14T19:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T20:24:17.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had an nightmare last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was inside a black and blue tent with Caryn on my old primary school's field. We were just lazing around inside and then there was some announcement of some sort. I cannot remember what was that announcement, but it made me feel scared. In my dream, I told Caryn, "You know I love you right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, I found myself on the beach, City Beach I think. I was there with Amelia. We were walking for a long time until we found a little cave/tomb. I don't know why, but I felt it was Elvis's (far cry from the one at Graceland). I don't even know how Elvis came into the dream. So, to go on with the dream. After we left the tomb, I saw Amelia's face change. Like she was possessed with some evil spirit. Demonic eyes and a snide smirk. Then I sort of received some &lt;span class="secondary-bf"&gt;telepathic signal from her that I shouldn't try to do anything funny or she would harm my mom. Sometimes, she would be her nice normal self, totally oblivious and unaffected by the evil spirit. Sometimes, she scares the hell out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, there was this fuzzy part which she tried to push me down from the balcony, but I was somehow saved by a rope. I tried telling people about her, no one believed me except for Shu Ming. In the dream, I was so glad someone actually believed me, I teared and my alarm rang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That sense of relief when one wakes up from a nightmare is priceless I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;I'm now back in uni. Second week and it has been great so far. I find that people in UWA are quite fashionable. Some of them wear outfits that belongs to fashion shoots and they can actually carry them off. There is also a significantly higher number of Singaporeans there. It's not difficult to spot, the accent and then there is this look somehow. Accounting lecture is always packed, to the extent that people have to be sent out of the lecture theater. Funny, this never happens in Curtin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a terrible craving for chicken katsu don. Had it yesterday and my satisfaction level shot up to Sims 2's sliver level. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547781-1725014232582412700?l=i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com/feeds/1725014232582412700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547781&amp;postID=1725014232582412700&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547781/posts/default/1725014232582412700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547781/posts/default/1725014232582412700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-had-nightmare-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>wanwenwanwen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547781.post-2227396845225731767</id><published>2007-10-28T20:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:13:13.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gay Pride Day 07</title><content type='html'>It was the Gay Pride Day last night. We went to watch the parade after dinner. This year's was pretty good with references to Dumbledore and Paris Hilton. It was a wee bit political in the sense that they do not support the Howard Government. I took quite a bit of photos, there's this one that says 'Howard's Balls'. They handed out condoms promoting safe sex and there are also several activists promoting pap smears and creating awareness about cervical cancer and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the parade, Alvin asked me out to Connections. It is a gay club in the middle of Northbridge. So I joined him and his friends. It was pretty cool in there, it was interesting because the guys were totally not interested in me at all. Also, it was the first time I saw so many gay men making out. We were dancing and stuff where these two gay couples came can dance with me. They felt squishy and soft tho they were really skinny. After a bit, one of them went to Alvin and started dancing with him. He then started undoing Alvin's cardigan and Alvin gave me a 'What the fuck?' look. Alvin's friend came to the rescue and started dancing with him, leading him away from the other gay guy. It was pretty hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CLjYABCWgK0/RySHwz6YT3I/AAAAAAAAADE/Io_nOlWXrPE/s1600-h/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 329px; height: 329px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CLjYABCWgK0/RySHwz6YT3I/AAAAAAAAADE/Io_nOlWXrPE/s320/collage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126371548493008754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLjYABCWgK0/RySJBT6YT8I/AAAAAAAAADs/dU_vlhvU2ME/s1600-h/collage3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLjYABCWgK0/RySJBT6YT8I/AAAAAAAAADs/dU_vlhvU2ME/s320/collage3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126372931472478146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLjYABCWgK0/RySHxD6YT4I/AAAAAAAAADM/tZBRJHrJ7Lo/s1600-h/collage1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLjYABCWgK0/RySHxD6YT4I/AAAAAAAAADM/tZBRJHrJ7Lo/s320/collage1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126371552787976066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLjYABCWgK0/RySHxT6YT5I/AAAAAAAAADU/p-gUn4Bdh4E/s1600-h/collage2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLjYABCWgK0/RySHxT6YT5I/AAAAAAAAADU/p-gUn4Bdh4E/s320/collage2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126371557082943378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Keep Paris Hilton out of jail", "Safe Sex, No Regrets", "Howard's Balls", "John Howard Makes Gays Pay!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CLjYABCWgK0/RySHyz6YT6I/AAAAAAAAADc/SLhN0vXIxeA/s1600-h/CIMG2006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CLjYABCWgK0/RySHyz6YT6I/AAAAAAAAADc/SLhN0vXIxeA/s320/CIMG2006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126371582852747170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Love babe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLjYABCWgK0/RySHzD6YT7I/AAAAAAAAADk/jdumwLToWr8/s1600-h/CIMG2009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLjYABCWgK0/RySHzD6YT7I/AAAAAAAAADk/jdumwLToWr8/s320/CIMG2009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126371587147714482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CLjYABCWgK0/RySJCj6YT-I/AAAAAAAAAD8/yh1bDbXhsFM/s1600-h/CIMG2044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CLjYABCWgK0/RySJCj6YT-I/AAAAAAAAAD8/yh1bDbXhsFM/s320/CIMG2044.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126372952947314658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CLjYABCWgK0/RySJBz6YT9I/AAAAAAAAAD0/7bdmFEkeva0/s1600-h/CIMG2043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CLjYABCWgK0/RySJBz6YT9I/AAAAAAAAAD0/7bdmFEkeva0/s320/CIMG2043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126372940062412754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Alvin joined my brothers and me for brunch at Cicerellos. We woke up really late this afternoon as I was up till the wee hours in the morning last night. In addition to the daylight saving that started today, I felt so weary and disorientated with the time adjustment. I hate daylight savings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CLjYABCWgK0/RySJCz6YT_I/AAAAAAAAAEE/skIRiEhe7LY/s1600-h/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CLjYABCWgK0/RySJCz6YT_I/AAAAAAAAAEE/skIRiEhe7LY/s320/collage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126372957242281970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cesar Salad, Prawn Pasta, Fresh Oysters, Seafood Platter- Grilled Barimandi, fried octopus, fresh oysters topped with ham and bacon slices,  calamaris, chips, prawns kebab and chilli mussles. The seafood platter was amazing. Absolutely enjoyed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;I have got only a week of class left. In no time I would be taking my exams, which would be over by the 15th. Nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547781-2227396845225731767?l=i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com/feeds/2227396845225731767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547781&amp;postID=2227396845225731767&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547781/posts/default/2227396845225731767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547781/posts/default/2227396845225731767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com/2007/10/gay-pride-day-07.html' title='Gay Pride Day 07'/><author><name>wanwenwanwen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CLjYABCWgK0/RySHwz6YT3I/AAAAAAAAADE/Io_nOlWXrPE/s72-c/collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547781.post-2393363437653644746</id><published>2007-10-26T23:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:13:14.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ken's Valedictory</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CLjYABCWgK0/RyIGnT6YT2I/AAAAAAAAAC8/30NyopGlItY/s1600-h/CIMG0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CLjYABCWgK0/RyIGnT6YT2I/AAAAAAAAAC8/30NyopGlItY/s320/CIMG0001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125666598330847074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Ken's Valedictory on Tuesday evening. I brought my camera there and then realised that I've forgotten to take the memory card out of my laptop. So I could not take loads of picture. It was so stupid. But anyhow, it was pretty nice. With formal recognition of the Valedictorians for the various subjects. It was then I realised how wide their curriculum is. There's this guy, Robert Plummer. He took six subjects for his TEE, which is the most he could take, and topped the level for every single subject. So he was named the Dux for year 2007. People like that are just so annoyingly amazing. They are just so brilliant, and that makes you feel so freaking envious. The students made a video of all of the graduates and gave a nickname for all of them. It was pretty cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dinner was rather good as well. For the entree, we had asparagus with smoked salmon with celery salad. The main course was a baked chicken breast stuffed with feta cheese and cured ham with a side of boiled vegetables. Dessert was cute. A white chocolate peach with vanilla peach ice cream inside. And then, within the ice cream itself was a frozen Ferrero Rocher. It's like a kinder surprise. You open the chocolate and find a goody within it. How nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLjYABCWgK0/RyIGjz6YTzI/AAAAAAAAACk/WhILnlTI8XU/s1600-h/CIMG0002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLjYABCWgK0/RyIGjz6YTzI/AAAAAAAAACk/WhILnlTI8XU/s320/CIMG0002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125666538201304882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Kohs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CLjYABCWgK0/RyIGmT6YT0I/AAAAAAAAACs/bgz5ihl9mAQ/s1600-h/CIMG0004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CLjYABCWgK0/RyIGmT6YT0I/AAAAAAAAACs/bgz5ihl9mAQ/s320/CIMG0004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125666581150977858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ken's Class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLjYABCWgK0/RyIGmz6YT1I/AAAAAAAAAC0/a27wmK8omIE/s1600-h/CIMG0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLjYABCWgK0/RyIGmz6YT1I/AAAAAAAAAC0/a27wmK8omIE/s320/CIMG0005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125666589740912466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Joachim, Ken and David.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I reckon Joachim can look retarded effortlessly. It's all in the face. Ken has the lollipop head look, typically for anorexic looking models. David's the most normal looking of them all. He's such a sweet guy, and he topped the class for Advanced Chinese. Which is pretty cool because I couldn't really understand what his materials for Advanced Chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the dinner, we went back to Ken's dormitory. I swear I've never smelt such manly scent ever. A house full of teenaged hormornal boys. My goodness, I felt quite out of place really. On the way back, I slipped and scabbed my knees. It bled quite a bit and I was quite freaked out. But it was quite nice to see my brothers tending to me so attentively. It was really sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brothers can be such dickheads sometimes, but I love them to bits. Like today, Ken sent me back home as it was real dark and it was raining. Then we were talking about our relationships with our various partners and stuff. It was a good conversation, and it made me see how much he had matured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547781-2393363437653644746?l=i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com/feeds/2393363437653644746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547781&amp;postID=2393363437653644746&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547781/posts/default/2393363437653644746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547781/posts/default/2393363437653644746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com/2007/10/kens-valedictory.html' title='Ken&apos;s Valedictory'/><author><name>wanwenwanwen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CLjYABCWgK0/RyIGnT6YT2I/AAAAAAAAAC8/30NyopGlItY/s72-c/CIMG0001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547781.post-7084806631178301974</id><published>2007-10-26T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:13:14.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loves packages</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CLjYABCWgK0/RyH_fj6YTyI/AAAAAAAAACc/In94b7QyJpw/s1600-h/CIMG2002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CLjYABCWgK0/RyH_fj6YTyI/AAAAAAAAACc/In94b7QyJpw/s320/CIMG2002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125658768605466402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, I was surfing the various sites that I visit regularly, and I saw this &lt;a href="http://www.whowhatweardaily.com/website/full_article.php?id=458"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://www.whowhatweardaily.com/"&gt;WhoWhat WearDaily&lt;/a&gt;. I loved how MK carried off the jumper so nicely. American Apparel's clothes are very basic yet nice. It fits real well and I am very satisfied with the size.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.americanapparel.net/storefront/images/detail/serve.asp?media=RSABR300_AthleticGrey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 294px;" src="http://www.americanapparel.net/storefront/images/detail/serve.asp?media=RSABR300_AthleticGrey.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.americanapparel.net/storefront/images/detail/serve.asp?media=8325_Navy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 309px;" src="http://www.americanapparel.net/storefront/images/detail/serve.asp?media=8325_Navy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This pair of skort is sexy yet subtle. It's good for gym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.americanapparel.net/storefront/images/detail/serve.asp?media=RSA6340_Forest_Lapis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 321px;" src="http://www.americanapparel.net/storefront/images/detail/serve.asp?media=RSA6340_Forest_Lapis.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.americanapparel.net/storefront/images/detail/serve.asp?media=RSA4306_White.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 308px;" src="http://www.americanapparel.net/storefront/images/detail/serve.asp?media=RSA4306_White.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried matching the dress with my demin vest. It looks real simple yet fabulous. Very suitable for summer. And it would look so good with my gold gladiator sandals from Zara. With this season's maxi dress look, it would so be in vogue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;I went to Joachim's place today. It's a really nice place, you can see Swan River from his balcony. Also, you can watch the sunset from there. Love the kitchen and his couch. He called me 'love child' and said I could go stay if I would do the dishwashing. Right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547781-7084806631178301974?l=i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com/feeds/7084806631178301974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547781&amp;postID=7084806631178301974&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547781/posts/default/7084806631178301974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547781/posts/default/7084806631178301974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com/2007/10/loves-packages.html' title='Loves packages'/><author><name>wanwenwanwen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CLjYABCWgK0/RyH_fj6YTyI/AAAAAAAAACc/In94b7QyJpw/s72-c/CIMG2002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547781.post-4139869140568124264</id><published>2007-10-22T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:13:15.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CLjYABCWgK0/RxzH2u5ogXI/AAAAAAAAABg/NEZjVqHSzMs/s1600-h/CIMG1995.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CLjYABCWgK0/RxzH2u5ogXI/AAAAAAAAABg/NEZjVqHSzMs/s320/CIMG1995.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124190219157406066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CLjYABCWgK0/RxzGE-5ogWI/AAAAAAAAABY/VxW7IeeQ-0o/s1600-h/CIMG1994.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CLjYABCWgK0/RxzGE-5ogWI/AAAAAAAAABY/VxW7IeeQ-0o/s320/CIMG1994.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124188264947286370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My baby brother is here to visit. I went to Alvin's house to see him this afternoon after class. Anyway, I feel so liberated today. Finally! I've finished all the shitass assignments for this semester. Really, I think this sem's workload's pretty heavy, rather demanding and not very rewarding mentally. Also, I wore my mom's CK dress out for the first time today cause I had a major pitch to present, and I thought I looked very business-like in it. With my peep-toe heels, it adds to the omph factor. Also, I am convinced that God is a male because of heels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was good to see my brother. I've missed him a lot and was rather annoyed when I found our that he grew a few more inches in just a few months. But he's such an angel. I was just talking to him and Alvin during dinner about a horrible incident near my place; about an Asian girl who got raped and murdered by a Caucasian.  So when it was time for me to head home, he hailed a cab for me and gave the driver a 50. How sweet! He's going to be such a good boyfriend! Also, I think he has a girlfriend. He has been acting weirdish whenever I ask him about it and then I saw this picture oh him and another girl who he has been seeing for quite some time. He always insisted that they were 'just friends'. Yeah right. You won't talk to a girl on the phone for hours on international roaming in a demure and gentle tone. You won't freaking ASK YOUR SISTER FOR AN INTERNATIONAL CALL CARD TO CALL 'YOUR FRIEND'. Well, I just think it's cute. It's nice to see both my brothers grow up and have girlfriends. It still seems pretty foreign because they are still such babies to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Alvin's place and his room was a mess. He has a gay housemate which accordingly to Alvin, has a boyfriend who came over last night with a bottle of lube. Interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I opened his fridge and was rather appalled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLjYABCWgK0/RxzH3O5ogYI/AAAAAAAAABo/Y_WypKXdeac/s1600-h/CIMG1992.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLjYABCWgK0/RxzH3O5ogYI/AAAAAAAAABo/Y_WypKXdeac/s320/CIMG1992.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124190227747340674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are several bags of chips in it, some parsley, cherry tomatoes, juice and sodas. It's um. hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I also found out that Cong Xiang has cellulite!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CLjYABCWgK0/RxzH3u5ogZI/AAAAAAAAABw/aLowQOyQHpI/s1600-h/CIMG1989.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CLjYABCWgK0/RxzH3u5ogZI/AAAAAAAAABw/aLowQOyQHpI/s320/CIMG1989.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124190236337275282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLjYABCWgK0/RxzH4O5ogaI/AAAAAAAAAB4/-c1ah8yqQh8/s1600-h/CIMG1990.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLjYABCWgK0/RxzH4O5ogaI/AAAAAAAAAB4/-c1ah8yqQh8/s320/CIMG1990.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124190244927209890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;He gladly lifted up his boxers and let me take a shot of it. Nice. That boy can be such an exhibitionist sometimes. Tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had dinner at The Fishy Affairs. We ordered the house's Bread Plate with turkish bread, focaccia bread,  garlic bread with hommus, sundried tomatoes and feta and garlic butter dips. We also had a Lobster bisque, Chilli Mussels and Kangaroo Steak with fig sauce and baked pumpkin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLjYABCWgK0/RxzTwe5ogbI/AAAAAAAAACA/PMQZfDmJizU/s1600-h/CIMG1997.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLjYABCWgK0/RxzTwe5ogbI/AAAAAAAAACA/PMQZfDmJizU/s320/CIMG1997.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124203305922757042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The focaccia bread was really good. Very light and fluffy, just the way I like it. However, I found the dips too salty. The tahini in the hommus too overpowering and way too salty. Likewise with the tomato dip. The flavour of the tomato in the dip was overpowered by the feta cheese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lobster bisque was the most disappointing. It was too thin and we could not even find a hint of lobster meat in it. We felt cheated and thought they used a premixed or something. So I asked the waitress if it's meant to be like that. Then, she told me that it is so and there are some customers who love it and others who hate it. In the end, she couldn't tell me if it was a premix or if they made it from scratch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I didn't manage to take a picture of the other foods as the boys were real hungry and ate immediately once it was set on the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kangaroo steak was beautiful. The meat was tender and was cooked medium-rare. The way I like it. However I wasn't really crazy about the marinate. I'm not really a fan of figs, so I was not blown away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chilli Mussels were pretty good. But again, nothing really special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After finishing our meal and feeling conned. We paid (90 bucks) and went to Valentino for dessert. After being seated, we waited for 10 minutes before someone came and serve us. The service was horrible once again. We ordered a hot chocolate for Xiang, a chocolate mud cake and creme brulee to share. The way the waitress served the dessert was appalling. She practically slammed the plate on the table. The creme brulee was good. Loves it. Mud cake was so so. Nothing spectacular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLjYABCWgK0/RxzTxO5ogdI/AAAAAAAAACQ/GgtKHWQoMwM/s1600-h/CIMG1999.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLjYABCWgK0/RxzTxO5ogdI/AAAAAAAAACQ/GgtKHWQoMwM/s320/CIMG1999.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124203318807658962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CLjYABCWgK0/RxzTw-5ogcI/AAAAAAAAACI/fQRKeeveR9I/s1600-h/CIMG1998.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CLjYABCWgK0/RxzTw-5ogcI/AAAAAAAAACI/fQRKeeveR9I/s320/CIMG1998.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124203314512691650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, we had a pretty bad dining experience this evening. Service was a real eye opener. Really, these people get at least $15 per hour, you would have at least expected something out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gay Pride Day Parade is on this weekend. I hope to be able to go watch it. I love the parades and the floats!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547781-4139869140568124264?l=i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com/feeds/4139869140568124264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547781&amp;postID=4139869140568124264&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547781/posts/default/4139869140568124264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547781/posts/default/4139869140568124264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-baby-brother-is-here-to-visit.html' title=''/><author><name>wanwenwanwen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CLjYABCWgK0/RxzH2u5ogXI/AAAAAAAAABg/NEZjVqHSzMs/s72-c/CIMG1995.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547781.post-4933922381460328308</id><published>2007-10-19T16:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T17:54:27.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Online shopping and relationships</title><content type='html'>I have the habit of reflecting on my day and just drifting away in my thoughts right when I go to bed, sometimes I just slumber into the nights and sometimes I just can't stop thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last night I was up thinking, could online shopping and relationships be rudimentary?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My recent experience with online shopping was rather educational. I bought this dress from Le Tiger USA few weeks ago and received the package two days ago. I ordered a M and when I tried it on, it was too tacky and it didn't  really suit me. It looks real good in the picture, but it looked a bit too sweet for my liking. The flares at the bottom too big and I look like a kid in it. So I wasn't really very happy about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.letigreusa.com/img/product/cats/00022523-739524.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 370px;" src="http://www.letigreusa.com/img/product/cats/00022523-739524.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't relationships almost like purchasing clothings online? You don't know how it would look like on you in the end, you like it a lot, maybe even love it a lot, but in the end, it is not what you think it is. An expensive &lt;a href="http://www.net-a-porter.com/product/23618"&gt;Marc Jacob&lt;/a&gt; top may look really gorgeous and luxurious, but when you rip off your FedEx package, you find that it looks dull, it is made in Hong Kong and makes you look 10 years older. Isn't it familiar? You see someone who looks amazing, you've heard loads of great things about her from your friends, you've seen her doing remarkable feats and you fall in love with her. She's perfect, and you decided to date her. Thereafter, you find that she has OCD, she is as green-eyed as much as she is coquettish, she is tough to handle and difficult to live with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dissatisfaction with online purchases, however can be resolved. You pack your purchase back in a package, fill up the form and ship it back to the merchant, or can alter your clothing if you find it too much of a hassle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With relationships, it can be messier than Medusa's bad hair day. You may find yourself being bitten by the snakes within, end up getting hurt. You may be stoned, become quiescent and watch your life being snuffed before your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/quiescent" class="noline"&gt;&lt;!-- google_ad_section_start(name=def) --&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/quiescent" class="noline"&gt;&lt;!-- google_ad_section_end(name=def) --&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547781-4933922381460328308?l=i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com/feeds/4933922381460328308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547781&amp;postID=4933922381460328308&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547781/posts/default/4933922381460328308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547781/posts/default/4933922381460328308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com/2007/10/online-shopping-and-relationships.html' title='Online shopping and relationships'/><author><name>wanwenwanwen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547781.post-3870480000954073698</id><published>2007-10-11T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T00:06:25.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What I did not do</title><content type='html'>While indulging in retail therapy today, I saw a group of aboriginals bullying another aboriginal girl. The bully, a larger girl was strangling the victim. She was surrounded by her peers and she cornered the victim and pushed her against the wall harshly. I could hear the girl's head being knocked on against the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to do something about it because I felt that it was really wrong. However, I thought, 'What would they do to me if I tried to intervene?' So, I continued walking, thinking. I felt pretty ashamed of myself for not doing anything. But I thought again, what can I do about it? There are so many of them, and it would be detrimental to me if I have had been embroiled in the conflict. It seems selfish of me, but I guess that's reality. What would you do? It was a crowded shopping mall and they were really obvious about it. People were watching and doing nothing about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Violence is apparent in the Aboriginal culture, that includes sexual abuse, alcoholism, substance abuse and many other social problems and crimes. This is so because of a manifestation of problems in relation to boredom, despondency due to cultural disintegration, unemployment, lack of education and so on. Well, at least that is what I know from reading the news. I've only been here for a little less than two years so I can't really say that I know a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recall that time when I was at the train station alone at night when there were two aboriginals asking me for money to take the train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are also times when I was just walking along the streets and there would be some aboriginals yakking away incoherently and yelling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It can be quite unnerving. I just wish more can be done to help alleviate the social problems and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the point is, my hesitation to help. I would give up my seat for someone in need, I would help an elderly neighbor push her heavy marketing goods up that slope in the neighborhood, I hold the door for others. In fact, I think that I am a relatively polite and helpful person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What held me back was because I had to oppose to such characters and I thought of my own safety first because I do not have the capacity to fight or to defend myself. Guess I'm not that selfless after all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547781-3870480000954073698?l=i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com/feeds/3870480000954073698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547781&amp;postID=3870480000954073698&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547781/posts/default/3870480000954073698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547781/posts/default/3870480000954073698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com/2007/10/what-i-did-not-do.html' title='What I did not do'/><author><name>wanwenwanwen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547781.post-5060811622074165820</id><published>2007-10-02T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T21:58:35.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yesterday, today and holiday</title><content type='html'>The previous weekend was a long weekend as it was the Queen's birthday yesterday. The Commonwealth countries celebrates the Queen's birthday as a public holiday. However, it's pretty odd to find that different countries celebrate it on different days. Well, anyway for your information, Queen Elizabeth II's birthday is on the 21st April. So over here in Perth, we have the Perth Royal Show where people go and spend obscene amount of money on overpriced stuffed toys, barbecued ribs, chips and gravy, meat pies, carnival rides... Also, we have movie marathons over the long weekends where people go to the cinema in their PJs with pillows and fat saturated potato crisps. I couldn't find anyone who wants to go to the royal show cause it's a rip off, so I went to the marathon with Amelia and Aiken. It was pretty fun, we brought our own tidbits. I had crudities  with hommus, strawberries and apple and a large diet coke. I went in my Pjs and brought Goldie, my inanimated best friend along. Watched Rush Hour 3, Fracture and I pronounce you Chuck and Larry. Fracture was good, Ryan Gosling's cute. Rush Hour 3 was alright, Chuck and Larry was pretty funny. Anything with Adam Sandler would be entertaining. By the time we ended the marathon, it was about 5.30 in the morning. The sky was beginning to brighten and the sun was rising. I spent the day zombie-like, but it was a pleasant experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;I got home this evening and found a package. I purchased a white print on red Team Perez tee from perezhilton.com causeiloveperezandcelebritynewsandgossandbuyingthingsandlalalalala. It was pretty neat cause I am pretty skeptical about online purchases. The whole security, privacy and identity theft shit and how the products usually falls short of consumer's expectations due to consumers' perceptions with the picture displayed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.merchdirect.net/x/detail_image.php?imageid=17212"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.merchdirect.net/x/detail_image.php?imageid=17212" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, considering that it's my first time buying stuff online, I was pretty psyched when I got my package. I was like "ooooh..." I know, real silly but there you go, my virgin attempt at online purchase. I was quite pleased as the shirt fit like a glove and it made my arms look skinny and I thought I looked pretty hot in red for once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;I was reading Cosmo and found this really cool holiday destination. &lt;a href="http://www.yogamagic.net/index.php"&gt;Yogamagic CanvasEcotel&lt;/a&gt;. I would love to go there for a retreat this holiday. A week of yoga, massage, shopping in Indian markets, Indian cooking, vegetarian meals and not leaving massive carbon footprint in a eco-friendly environment sounds amazing. At about 25,000 rupees, approximately 950 Sing dollars, it's not too bad I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I want to go to Bangkok. I want to have authentic pad thai, tom yam goong, spend on ridiculously cheap products, have massages and have fun. Who wants to join me? Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go to Bali as well. More massage, beach and exploring. I'm freaking deprived of holiday in other countries. For the past few years, I've only been shuttling to and fro between Singapore and Perth. Then when my mom wants to take me to Paris of Hong Kong, it always clashes with exams or I can't go cause I friggin have got assignments and deadlines to meet. I cannot wait to graduate so I can go traveling. I want to join Contiki and probably explore Europe or somewhere. If it's even possible, I'd want to go to New York to become a nanny. I'd live with a host family for at least a year taking care of the kids and get paid. How fun is that? There's also this UK live in job thing where you could work in a bar, wait tables and maybe work in the kitchen. That would be pretty nice as well. It would be nice to go and see the world before entering the workforce, getting married, having kids and settling into the mundane life. (Why am I thinking of The Sims?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;So I was a sun-worshipping, sun-block-loathing chick who would bake under the sun for hours. After my O's, I went tanning few times a week and ended up darker than Charline, a shade lighter than Frederick. It was pretty nasty. On the news recently, there was this lady, Clare Oliver who passed away due to aggressive melanoma. She contracted the disease just after 10 visits to the solariums. She was 26. I thought that it was pretty scary. I used to go to the tanning booth when I was younger cause my mom has one in her salon. I thought it was pretty out of the world, imagine standing in a capsule naked for 10 minutes or so without doing anything. It was boring, but I got the tan. So I read more. So how does skin cancer comes about? When the UV rays hit the epidermis, it breaks down the dioxyribonuclic acid(I love saying this word) within the skin cell. So, in attempt to limit damage, the body cranks up on melanin production, thus your golden sexy tan. The body will thus destroy the damaged cells and replace with new healthy ones. However, if the body accumulate more damage due to sun exposure, the immune system lags and just one damaged skin cell can mutate and become cancerous within five years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I solemnly swear not to go tanning ever again and will lather heaps and heaps of sunscreen/sunblock lotion when I go into the sun. I guess there isn't a 'safe tan' except for a fake tan. It's gonna be hard but, better vegemite hands than cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547781-5060811622074165820?l=i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com/feeds/5060811622074165820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547781&amp;postID=5060811622074165820&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547781/posts/default/5060811622074165820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547781/posts/default/5060811622074165820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com/2007/10/yesterday-today-and-holiday.html' title='yesterday, today and holiday'/><author><name>wanwenwanwen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547781.post-996431013754560507</id><published>2007-09-27T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:13:16.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'>in the realm of dreams</title><content type='html'>I have no idea why, but I am feeling emo-ish. Well, more like effusive. I feel lethargic and solitary. I spent my break reading, practicing on the piano, gymming, baking, watching telly and sleeping. It is nice not going to tutorials and rushing from meetings to lectures. It's almost like living a taitai's life, minus the kids and husband. Complete isolation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why am I feeling so out of place? I feel like my heart's not there, like it's being detached from something that I cannot really describe. No idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;I caught Stardust on Tuesday.  I really enjoyed it. It is one of my favourite book- the story of how a boy became a man when he ventured into the unknown in search for a star. The movie was a bit different from the book, something which I hate when books make it to the big screens- think Harry Potter and Queen of the Damned. To divert little, the main focus of Queen of the Damed was the Story of the Red-Haired twins, and it was a brilliant story. I thought the film did not live up the to standard. But who cares right? Stuart Townsend looked hot in the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://thesuperficial.com/2007/08/charlize-theron-belize-bikini-candids-09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://thesuperficial.com/2007/08/charlize-theron-belize-bikini-candids-09.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Why? Stuart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay. So back to Stardust. Initially, I thought that Claire Danes was a poor choice for Yvaine. But after watching the movie, I loved her portrayal of the fallen star. She looked stunning in that&lt;a href="http://movies.yahoo.com/summer-movies/Stardust/1809426615/photos/83/2046"&gt; midnight blue evening gown&lt;/a&gt;. And I hated that &lt;a href="http://movies.yahoo.com/summer-movies/Stardust/1809426615/photos/83/4353"&gt;aluminum foil dress&lt;/a&gt; she was wearing when she was in the crater. I know that they are trying to show that she's a star and she should be wearing grey and all that, but it's so blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLjYABCWgK0/RvvETsjMzPI/AAAAAAAAAAo/_zh8d55WrP0/s1600-h/LSS08-%2BErdem6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLjYABCWgK0/RvvETsjMzPI/AAAAAAAAAAo/_zh8d55WrP0/s400/LSS08-%2BErdem6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114897644464688370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This dress would look so much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loooooooooooved the scene when Yvaine told Tristan that she thought that perhaps she was in love with him. To quote her, "You know when I said I knew little about love? That wasn't true. I know a lot about love. I've seen it, centuries and centuries of it, and it was the only thing that makes watching the world bearable. All those wars. Pain, lies, hate... It made me want to turn away and never look down again. But when I see the way that mankind loves... You search to the furthest reaches of the universe and never find anything more beautiful. So yes, I know that love is unconditional. But I also know that it can be unpredictable, unexpected, uncontrollable, unbearable and strangely easy to mistake for loathing, and... what I'm trying to say, Tristan is... I think I love you. Is this love Tristan? I never imagined I'd know if for myself. My heart... It feels like my chest can barely contain it. Like it's trying to escape because it doesn't belong to me anymore. It belongs to you. And if you wanted it, I'd wish for nothing in exchange. No fits. No goods. No demonstrations of devotion. Nothing but knowing you loved me too. Just your heart, in exchange for mine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That. Was the most romantic thing I have heard. It wasn't in the novel, and I thought it was the most beautiful part of the movie. Loves it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Robert De Niro in the film as well. He looked so cute in drag, such an amicable and lovable pirate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;Last night I dreamt that my secondary school friends were with me back in primary school. We were all three strawberries tall (Like how Smurfs are three apples tall).  In the dream, I was BFF again with Xiao Han. It felt nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prison Break season three premiered last night. I cannot help gushing how sizzling, orgasmic hot Wentworth Miller looked. Really, who can look THAT sexy with a shaven head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.gossiportruth.com/wp-content/images-sorted/September2006/wentworth-miller-photos3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.gossiportruth.com/wp-content/images-sorted/September2006/wentworth-miller-photos3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;AHHHHHHHHH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Don't you just want to lick his naked torso?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel much better. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547781-996431013754560507?l=i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com/feeds/996431013754560507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547781&amp;postID=996431013754560507&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547781/posts/default/996431013754560507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547781/posts/default/996431013754560507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com/2007/09/in-realm-of-dreams.html' title='in the realm of dreams'/><author><name>wanwenwanwen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLjYABCWgK0/RvvETsjMzPI/AAAAAAAAAAo/_zh8d55WrP0/s72-c/LSS08-%2BErdem6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547781.post-6127548411686353329</id><published>2007-09-20T18:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T18:54:53.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yippie yay</title><content type='html'>I was really delighted when I found out that I am on the vice chancellor's honour roll. I knew I did well for the last semester, but was not aware that I made it to the top 1 percent. Suddenly, I feel impelled to work harder and started thinking more about the possibilities. Of course, complacency kills and I would not let it get into my head and mess it up. With this extra incentive, I feel compelled to put in more effort into my studies. Dad was really glad when I told him, and of course, being the indulging father, he agreed to almost everything I asked (but he would not remember after a while). First, my mom promised me the MiuMiu Coffer bag, and now, my dad, the Balenciaga GH bag. Well, I would make sure they would not let it slip off their minds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have been real busy with assignments. They are like a snow avalanche,  driving me to madness and feeling unfit. After handing in my organisational behaviour assignment, I felt so much lighter and happier. To compensate the week of not exercising, I have been running for about 18 Km and approximately 30 to 40 miles of cycling in spin class for the past three to four days. I have gained quite a bit over the week when Kwan visited. Very minimal control over the food intake and it was pure indulgence. Beer, fish and chips, marmite chicken, full cream milk bubble tea. I think I've gained about 8 pounds over that week. I know, it's crazy and so unhealthy. But I've lost it all and back to usual, however, still going for about 6 more pounds.&lt;br /&gt;I saw michelle over the weekend and oh god, she lost quite a bit of weight! So yes, I'm capable of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of my incessant ranting about weight loss.&lt;br /&gt;-----------&lt;br /&gt;I've been reading the Vampire Chronicles by Anne Rice, and enjoy it tremendously. Let's not start with Rice's literary  prowess for we all know how godlike it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vampires are such fascinating and enthralling creatures. They are gothic yet sensual. Terrifying yet romantic. Perhaps with immortality, nothing except companionship really matters to them. The protagonist of the series, Lestat is egoistic, brash yet alluring. However, I am more captivated by his fledging, Louis and the love that they share. Louis is the most 'humane' vampire of them all. His compassion for the human nature and reluctance to take in human blood makes him to enchanting. The conflict between his bloody thirst and conscience is tragic yet intriguing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess we all yearn for everlasting love, and the thing with vampires is that they have all eternity to love and that it is absolutely riveting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, off for dinner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547781-6127548411686353329?l=i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com/feeds/6127548411686353329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547781&amp;postID=6127548411686353329&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547781/posts/default/6127548411686353329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547781/posts/default/6127548411686353329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com/2007/09/yippie-yay.html' title='yippie yay'/><author><name>wanwenwanwen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547781.post-8446251033404998409</id><published>2007-08-19T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T22:30:53.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Thinking</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;So I’ve decided that I’ve had enough with the constant reference to the term ‘Critical thinking’. What is critical thinking you may ask? Well, theoretically speaking, it requires penetrative and loads of reflective thinking. Identifying relevant issues and assumptions, questioning other’s statements and thoughts. It seems like a never-ending process. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Our ideas, like out perceptions are contrastive. No one can have the correct interpretation of what an author has created. They said we are who we are because of the environment. And it is also because of the environment, we often alter the way we think and let’s face it, we tend to think certain way because of societal constraints and thus, they become distorted and inaccurate.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;The perception of beauty- It is daunting how the media can shape the world’s perception of it. I like the little bumps on the chest, I like they way the collarbone sticks out. I think they look beautiful. Toned tummy, toned bronzed Cameron Diaz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="me"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;–esque legs.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="me"&gt;Then, you have people who find Nicole Ritchie circa 2005 adorable, or maybe people who wants to have kids with Beth Ditto. I suppose it all boils down to what you perceive.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="me"&gt;Why is there such a discrepancy?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="border-style: none none solid; border-color: -moz-use-text-color -moz-use-text-color windowtext; border-width: medium medium 1pt; padding: 0in 0in 1pt;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="me"&gt;I read &lt;a href="http://money.cnn.com/galleries/2007/fortune/0701/gallery.Google_food/index.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://money.cnn.com/galleries/2007/fortune/0701/gallery.Google_perks/index.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; article about Google and fantasised about becoming a geek chic IT staff at Google. Bloody hell, they get gourmet food everyday. Love it. Now, where is my &lt;/span&gt;Turkey &amp;amp; Avocado Benedict? &lt;span class="me"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="me"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="me"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547781-8446251033404998409?l=i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com/feeds/8446251033404998409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547781&amp;postID=8446251033404998409&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547781/posts/default/8446251033404998409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547781/posts/default/8446251033404998409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com/2007/08/good-thinking.html' title='Good Thinking'/><author><name>wanwenwanwen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547781.post-7972749779604957445</id><published>2007-07-17T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T23:54:04.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saying goodbye</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;I’m feeling rather melancholic lately. My grandfather passed away a week ago and the whole extended family came together for the wake and funeral. I don’t see my extended family very often, so it was really nice to have everyone back together after such a long time. It is actually quite morbid if you think about it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;When Dad called and told me that Gonggong passed away, I felt my heart dropped and I teared a bit. I rushed down to Gonggong’s place with my brothers and saw Gonggong resting peacefully. Kwan was right, it was time. And it was better for Gonggong to leave so he did not have to suffer any longer. Leah told me that sometimes Gonggong wished he could end it fast. Gonggong was in pain she said, sometimes it hurt so bad that he jolts awake in the middle of the night. Leah said that Gonggong passed away panting heavily, and then slowly and gradually, he left. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;On the way to Gonggong’s place, I regretted going to work in the morning. Mum told me that Gonggong’s slipping into a coma and I had wanted to go see him in the day but I couldn’t. I wished I could have seen him one more time before he left us, I wished I had said goodbye to Gonggong. Somehow, I felt that he did not have much time and that Gonggong would leave us very soon, like within that day or the next. The last time I saw him, his body felt chilly and very fragile. I massaged him a bit and was so afraid that I might hurt him. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Gonggong was never the grandfather who would play around with his grandchildren. We weren’t very close to him, only the usual greetings and occasionally a bit of chit chatting. Gonggong was 82 years old when he passed away. He had been diagnosed with lung cancer a year ago and has fought against the cancer until last Thursday when he finally gave in to the cruel disease. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Leah told me a lot of funny anecdotes about Gonggong and when she was taking care of him and when she was living in Gonggong’s place. She said sometimes Gonggong would scold my uncle who is suffering from Down Syndrome. She said Gonggong joked that she should marry my uncle so she could also take good care of him. Gonggong said that Leah is good and had adopted her as his god-granddaughter. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;During the funeral, I caught up with my cousins and relatives. It was nice and I had a sense of belonging. We worked well together, folding incense papers, burning them for Gonggong so that he has enough money for his journey for the afterlife. I felt that I was doing my minimal duty as a grand daughter for Gonggong. It is the least I could do for him I thought. The first day of the wake, they had to place Gonggong in his coffin. It was quite tricky, carrying Gonggong down all the way from the 12&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; storey to the first. It was quite a procession. Before they placed the lid on the coffin, all of us took a last look at Gonggong and bade him goodbye. It was real depressing, I teared when I said goodbye to Gonggong. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;The next few days of the wake were rather dull as we had loads of prayers and walking around in circles. There were the Teochew and Hokkien prayers, and I couldn’t differentiate at all, so it didn’t really matter to me. But I enjoyed my cousins’ company tremendously. I was so annoyed by my brothers slipping away to go play Dota all the time. Really, they don’t seem bothered by the fact that they do not have a living grand parent any more. But I do, I feel quite lonely actually. Death is such a peculiar thing. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;During the funeral, I was so burned out. I felt so sleepy and so dead due to the lack of sleep for the past few days. My heart ached and I felt miserable. During the procession, the funeral band played depressing Chinese songs; my tears flowed endlessly as we walked around the casket, throwing incense paper on the floor. It was such an emotional scene. My uncles and aunties were crying, my mom was crying. I think, seeing your own mother cry is one of the most difficult things to witness. I always feel like crying when I see my own mother cry. My mom is one of the strongest person I know, seeing her cry is so heart wrenching. It makes me feel sour inside and then makes me cry as well. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;When the funeral ended, I felt a sudden sense of loss. It felt like a separation. Like it is going to be a really long time before all of us will congregate again. I felt really down and uninterested in anything at all. I cried when I got home, cried when I was alone in bed, getting ready to sleep. Cried and cried till I fell asleep. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Gonggong, I hope that you are in a better place without any sufferings. I hope you can have your favorite duck rice everyday and strike lottery in your heaven. I will miss you. Goodbye GongGong. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547781-7972749779604957445?l=i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com/feeds/7972749779604957445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547781&amp;postID=7972749779604957445&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547781/posts/default/7972749779604957445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547781/posts/default/7972749779604957445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com/2007/07/saying-goodbye.html' title='Saying goodbye'/><author><name>wanwenwanwen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547781.post-6091044536699921524</id><published>2007-06-20T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T23:44:42.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;People often like to start their sentences with ‘I’. Like, ‘I think that your thighs are fat.,’or ‘I used to go out with Wentworth Miller’. We all love to be the center of attraction, the life of the party, and I guess, we all like to talk about ourselves. Every itsy bitsy details in our lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;Lately, I have been yearning for some female company. To do girly stuff like painting toe nails with facial masks on, eating Ben and Jerry’s out of a tub while watching ‘My Best Friend’s Wedding’. Cutting out photos of Paris Hilton, making a scrapbook out of it and then hate her because she looks so freaking hot. (Don’t laugh, I used to do it.) It seems eons ago since I’ve done stuff like that. I reckon the last time was with Caryn, it was great and I remember feeling real awful and stuff because I was going through a bad breakup. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;It’s pathetic, but I hardly have girlfriends right now. They always say that a girl needs to have a BFF, or what I’d call BGFF. I used to have one, but things happen. Since then, my social circle consists mainly of males. Conan’s my dearest and closest friend. He makes me chuckle and snort, embarrass me occasionally and tease me mercilessly. He likes to laugh at the fact that I tell bad jokes, like the one about the chair that could walk. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;I was once told me by a friend that he thinks that I am a guy residing in the body of a female. Maybe that’s not entirely true, but sometimes I think I am unlike your average female who has girlfriends, who mops and mows, gets emotional and stuff. I won’t go as far as calling myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; androgynous, it’s a bit extreme. But I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;’m quite passive I suppose. Like it’s hard to get me open up. But I’m trying. I’m trying. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;I prefer hanging out with guys because they are less likely to get all emotional and bitch endlessly. It’s always feels a lot lighter with the guys; they are straight to the point, less political and can be real sweet sometimes. I have heard of a lot of recounts from friends who dated girls from girls’ school and it’s a pretty ugly scene. Oh, the amount of bitching, jealousy, backstabbing, stupidity…It’s endless and silly. I grew up reading a lot of feminist texts. I find it absurd and hilarious how vile women can be when one aggravates the enmity within. I know, some day may become the similar shrew. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 36pt;" lang="EN-US"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;So period, I’d still stick with having the blokes around. Somehow, they are more open with who they are copulating and who they want to get it on with. I suppose it’s the bang and brag thing in them, but that makes things a lot more interesting does it?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;On a totally non related side of things, I’m glad that I’ve completed another semester and done with my first year in Uni. Had my last paper today and I thought it was so so. I did not study a particular chapter, and that dratted topic appeared in the exam. I think I managed to somehow figure out what the hell cognitive dissonance is. Nonetheless, even if I screw this one up a little, I’d still pass and get a distinction. This semester’s units were good. I enjoyed the tutorials, especially business comm. I checked the internal marks and woohoo, I’m in the top 5% for the unit. So there, good one Wen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;I will be back real soon, like in less than 48 hours. I cannot imagine being back in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Singapore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;. The weather will SO kill me. It is extreme. Coming from a 9 degrees Celsius climate to a 30 degrees one with fucked up humidity. OH MY GOD. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;If I did not have a life, a super hot lemon pie boyfriend ;) and lovely friends back in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Singapore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;, I’d rather go down south and body board the winter away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://chouchoutebis.europe2blog.fr/weblog/images/wentworth_miller_12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://chouchoutebis.europe2blog.fr/weblog/images/wentworth_miller_12.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt; Sorry I can't help it, just saw an episode of PB. He is SO&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt; unbelievably, sizzling hot, I want to lick his face off this screen.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547781-6091044536699921524?l=i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com/feeds/6091044536699921524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547781&amp;postID=6091044536699921524&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547781/posts/default/6091044536699921524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547781/posts/default/6091044536699921524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com/2007/06/people-often-like-to-start-their.html' title=''/><author><name>wanwenwanwen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547781.post-2960642372632123596</id><published>2007-05-18T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T23:35:01.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sass &amp; bide</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif;"&gt;i'm the kind of girl who has loads of clothes in her wardrobe but complains of the otherwise, thus i wear jeans. i remember the first pair of jeans i had was this demin with flowers and butterflies, i wore it like my second skin. fast forward to my early teens, i was into Levis, then splurged on a pair of skinnies from Miss Sixty. that sparked off my love for designer jeans. like i said, i started off with Miss Sixty, and then Diesel, Max and Co and the most pricey one so far is my Buffalo 'Kenny' jeans. i've always wanted to get a piece from &lt;a href="http://www.sassandbide.com/home/index.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sass &amp; bide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, but just for some unknown reasons, never did. I received an e-mail from sass &amp;amp; bide few days ago and saw this, boy you can only imagine how excited i was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://arrow.webomatics.com/arrow/_writecontent/_uploads/_users/2/perth_sass.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://arrow.webomatics.com/arrow/_writecontent/_uploads/_users/2/perth_sass.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif;"&gt;so, i went there this afternoon and got myself two pairs of skinnies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif;"&gt; at 50 dollars each only!!!!!!!!!! they were such great steals! i got the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Verdana,Helvetica;"&gt;Frayed  Misfits and Smoky Gitane. sienna miller, kate bosworth, and kate moss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Verdana,Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; have been seen in the Frayed and its usual price's about AUD$230.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.net-a-porter.com/intl/images/product/23338/large/cu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.net-a-porter.com/intl/images/product/23338/large/cu.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Frayed Misfits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.net-a-porter.com/intl/images/product/19169/large/bk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.net-a-porter.com/intl/images/product/19169/large/bk.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Smoky Gitane&lt;/span&gt; usually costs around £132. I love the details at the back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif;"&gt;i thought they were really great buys. all these while, i've always felt conscious when i put on my skinnies. but i guess all the squatting and step classes paid off. i'm proud to say my bum looks awesome in those jeans. well, i guess sometimes it depends on the colour as well. white doesn't do me justice. the thighs always end up looking like stuffed german sausages. oh lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm a very satisfied lady. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;i've finished reading stardust for the nth time. always captivating and enjoyable. i love re-reading a good book, always find that i've discovered something fresh and interesting. stardust's a lovely mature fairytale (bit of an oxymoron), and i'm looking forward to its release in the theater this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547781-2960642372632123596?l=i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com/feeds/2960642372632123596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547781&amp;postID=2960642372632123596&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547781/posts/default/2960642372632123596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547781/posts/default/2960642372632123596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com/2007/05/sass-bide.html' title='sass &amp; bide'/><author><name>wanwenwanwen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547781.post-1937511373394760225</id><published>2007-05-01T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T22:16:48.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>moss and more</title><content type='html'>Ever since the announcement of Topshop's collaboration with Kate Moss, I have been waiting mirthfully for its launch. Tho I never approved of her incongruous scabby boyfriend, I adore her fashion sense. I love how she always manage to mix things up and end up looking so fabulous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://socialitelife.com/images/2007/04/kate_moss_043007_03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://socialitelife.com/images/2007/04/kate_moss_043007_03.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Moss collection- Sexy boho vintage with a hint of rock and roll. It is almost like raiding Moss's wardrobe.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.topshop.com/wcsstore/TopShop//images/catalog/60D19QNAV_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.topshop.com/wcsstore/TopShop//images/catalog/60D19QNAV_large.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.topshop.com/wcsstore/TopShop//images/catalog/60D11QMUL_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.topshop.com/wcsstore/TopShop//images/catalog/60D11QMUL_large.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally dig these two dresses. Moss is fashion god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been feeling well these few days. Down with the flu due to the cold and rain. Medication's making me feel sore and lethargic. In addition to that, I cannot exercise and that makes me feel extremely edgy. While resting, I've finished watching Prison Break season 1. Wentworth Miller is S0-Darn-Hot, I want to get a tattoo saying 'I heart W.M'. Kidding. Let's not even discuss his looks, in case you get the impression that I am superficial (like you don't know). Miller's moody, vulpine and that rescuer-complex is so alluring. It such a tough decision between Tom Welling and Wentworth Miller. Good looking guys with emotional issues wishing to save the day. Ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gotten back the results for my report on the Doha Round. Got a HD for it and I thought it was pretty unexpected. I hope to get the results for my stats test tomorrow. I thought this sem's units (business communication, business law, stats and business info system) are quite enjoyable. Exam's approaching and that also means that the semester is ending. Hope all goes well, get my As and my ass to UWA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I miss my parents a lot. I told my mom to fly over sometime this month (her birthday's on the 9th), but she's having a busy month so that's not possible. Well, about 6 more weeks to the exams, I'll be home in no time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna hit the sack and dream of Wentworth Miller and tau sa piah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547781-1937511373394760225?l=i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com/feeds/1937511373394760225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547781&amp;postID=1937511373394760225&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547781/posts/default/1937511373394760225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547781/posts/default/1937511373394760225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com/2007/05/moss-and-more.html' title='moss and more'/><author><name>wanwenwanwen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547781.post-1185679624239053826</id><published>2007-04-26T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T22:06:59.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Death said 'Hi'</title><content type='html'>&lt;h1 class="news_story"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Disabled woman's train accident death investigated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="AEST"&gt;Thursday, 26 April 2007. 18:30 (AEST)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="ACST"&gt;Thursday, 26 April 2007. 18:30 (ACST)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="AWST"&gt;Thursday, 26 April 2007. 15:30 (AWST)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; The Public Transport Authority in Perth is investigating the death of a 54-year-old disabled woman who was struck by an express passenger train today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Police say the woman was trying to cross the tracks in her motorised wheelchair at the Carlisle train station with her 52-year-old carer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  It is believed her chair became stuck in the tracks and she was unable to escape the approaching train.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  Sergeant George Tilbury says the carer did all she could to try to get the woman off the tracks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  "The carer made a frantic attempt to lift up the deceased person," he said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  "She's then tried to move her out the way but to no avail and for her own safety she had to jump out of the way."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  The authority's David Hynes says the train driver is traumatised by the event.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; "It's a terrible thing for the driver as well, no one wins in something like this. The driver has been offered counselling," he said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  "I don't know where he is or what he's doing right now. He's certainly been taken off duty and he'll certainly be looked after."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;!--*stop_indexing*--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Source: ABC Perth)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap. I was there this afternoon when it happened on my way to uni. I have never seen death before, and it was really disturbing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547781-1185679624239053826?l=i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com/feeds/1185679624239053826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547781&amp;postID=1185679624239053826&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547781/posts/default/1185679624239053826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547781/posts/default/1185679624239053826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com/2007/04/disabled-womans-train-accident-death.html' title='Death said &apos;Hi&apos;'/><author><name>wanwenwanwen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547781.post-1940353298396961647</id><published>2007-03-05T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T20:58:28.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY goodness</title><content type='html'>So it was the last day of the Chinese New Year yesterday. I was back in Singapore for the first week of the CNY and I enjoyed myself thoroughly. The Chinese New Year is something that I look forward to every single year. This year, I had a great one even though we did not have a party at home. My parents decided to renovate the living room a little so they thought time would be rather tight. Nonetheless, we had our usual lion dance performance on the second day. I thought this CNY was rather heartwarming. My grandfather hasn’t been feeling very well since last year and this might be his last CNY, so things over at his place were rather calm. A close aunt over my maternal side left for the US with her family. Without her brood of three and another pair of new born twins, it wasn’t that boisterous. I thought my red packet collection from my relatives were rather miserable this year. But my favorite cousin who’s not married, my favorite aunty and my parents gave me quite big ones, so I am one happy girl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese New Year is also the period when I get fat. I’m such a sucker for the cookies and savories that I snack on them quite a bit. Can’t help it really. Man, now I feel like a Kueh Lapis. Mmm, the fragrance of the spices in the layer cake. How wonderful. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also had quite a bit of Yu Sheng. Well, I’d call it the Chinese new year salad I guess. I remember when I was younger, I would always rush for the golden crackers. Now that I am older, I would go for the fish, be it salmon or the what-is-it-called white colored fish. Super yummy. Last Friday, I had another round of Yu Sheng at a Singaporean aunty’s place. Food was pretty decent there, we even had tau suan. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, Aunty Mary brought us, together with my brother out to have dinner. Well, sort of a ‘Last day of CNY’ dinner. We had chilli crabs and some yummy beef dish. It was one of the best Asian restaurant I have been to over here in Perth. My favourite one is this rather famous one on James St in Northbridge. My parents always visit that restaurant when they are over. My dad loves the lamb stew here. I remember the last time they were here; they spent nearly a thousand on that restaurant. Quite ridiculous, but it true. Couldn’t believe it for myself as well, but when I was working on the accounts for them during the holiday, I saw the credit card transactions and I went ‘WOW’. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner last night, we went for a walk at the park near Applecross St. The houses there are sooooooooooooooooooo BEAUTIFUL!!! The houses were mostly by the lake. We were there when the sun was setting and my goodness, the view was simply amazing. For that very moment, I just wished Kwan was there with me. Then I thought ‘Goodness, wouldn’t it be sooooooooooooo nice to marry a rich man who looked like C.Cheng and sit by the lake to watch the sunset. Ah.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I was interrupted a bit while I was typing this. Apparently, Daryl got chased out of the house by his brother and he is seeking refuge over Aunty Mary’s tonight. This is going to be an interesting night. Will update soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adieu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547781-1940353298396961647?l=i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com/feeds/1940353298396961647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547781&amp;postID=1940353298396961647&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547781/posts/default/1940353298396961647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547781/posts/default/1940353298396961647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com/2007/03/cny-goodness.html' title='CNY goodness'/><author><name>wanwenwanwen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547781.post-2946887193701176742</id><published>2007-02-25T19:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T19:27:22.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone!</title><content type='html'>My summer vacation is finally over. Being back home in Singapore was truly wonderful, but I think it's nice that I am back here in Perth again. I actually got a bit bored in Singapore after 3 months. The perpetual rain, Orchard Road, work and stuff... Of course it is nice being back home with my family, Kwan and my friends, but yeah, it was a little wee bit dull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, it's not easy summing up the past 3 months. I had loads of fun, seen loads of changes and felt an assortment of emotions. Ate a lot of local food and got fat. It has been great and all good things come to an end. I cried again when I hugged my parents, my brother and Kwan goodbye. I never enjoy saying goodbye, but I guess this time with Goldie with me, I hope I do not feel as much homesickness anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least on the brighter note, I will be back in about a month's time for the Easter holidays. I definitely should focus more on my studies and not slack around now that I am in a conducive environment to concentrate on this semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, to a new year and an new semester.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547781-2946887193701176742?l=i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com/feeds/2946887193701176742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547781&amp;postID=2946887193701176742&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547781/posts/default/2946887193701176742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547781/posts/default/2946887193701176742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com/2007/02/gone.html' title='Gone!'/><author><name>wanwenwanwen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547781.post-116305542299235074</id><published>2006-11-09T14:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T14:57:03.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>like a rubber band</title><content type='html'>Periods are fucktards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sucks that we have to bleed like mad for 5 days a month. To make it even better, my cycle is a lot shorter than the average statistics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exam is like in 4 day's time and it's here to mess up my mood. Well, I cried. For what? I don't even know. I hate it whenever I feel like an emotional train wreck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;urgh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547781-116305542299235074?l=i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com/feeds/116305542299235074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547781&amp;postID=116305542299235074&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547781/posts/default/116305542299235074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547781/posts/default/116305542299235074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com/2006/11/like-rubber-band.html' title='like a rubber band'/><author><name>wanwenwanwen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547781.post-116206072195823754</id><published>2006-10-29T01:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T02:46:23.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not just a fire engine darling.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4641/358/1600/CIMG1712.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4641/358/320/CIMG1712.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, my dear friend. It is not a fire rescue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alvin's parents were in town for his graduation dinner few days ago. We met up with them for dinner when it so happened that today was Gay Pride Day and there was a parade right outside the restaurant where we had our meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4641/358/320/CIMG1739.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It reminded me of Chingay. Flamboyant and all, but instead of tacky and smelly synthetic suits, the performers (males and females) wore lacy leggings, french maid suits, PVC dominatrix costumes, loads of fur, feathers... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4641/358/320/CIMG1707.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dykes on bikes, I like. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4641/358/320/CIMG1710.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There was this pole dancing performance as well.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_hhsQHlzsAI" width="600" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4641/358/320/CIMG1741.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gay men wearing purple. Western Australia Gays and Lesbians (WAGL)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4641/358/320/CIMG1771.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There was this huge party in a tent. Great music, love the vibe. It was totally gay. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Don't get me wrong, I am not homophobic. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;PM Goh said 'Gay is Okay!'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In fact, I am more claustrophobic than homophobic. Earlier, on the way to the restaurant, we were kinda stucked in the lift. The door would not open, I was freaking scared out of my wits. Okay, the point is, I am not homophobic. I like gay people. Come on, my best friend is Conan! (kidding ;p) Alright, I like gay people, I think they have so much more fun and they are such happy people to hang out with. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I like Elton John, Lance Bass and Ellen DeGeneres! Ellen DeGeneres is one of my favourite talkshow host. She's damn freaking hilarious. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I had a really gay day. =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547781-116206072195823754?l=i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com/feeds/116206072195823754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547781&amp;postID=116206072195823754&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547781/posts/default/116206072195823754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547781/posts/default/116206072195823754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com/2006/10/not-just-fire-engine-darling.html' title='Not just a fire engine darling.'/><author><name>wanwenwanwen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547781.post-116192300530716402</id><published>2006-10-27T11:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T12:23:25.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>that time of the semester again</title><content type='html'>YES!!! 26 more days to go baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, it is getting boring, but that does not stop me from whining about how much I miss Singapore and how much I WANT TO GO HOME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!111 (to emphasis my point)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloody hell, I have been stuck in this boring shithole with weird tasting asian food, smelly boys going gaga over 'my hunnybunny' and a dull school life. I am sick sick sick sick of chilli crabs tasting like sweet chiili instead of anything else like what I get in Singapore. I am sick sick sick sick of the stupid bitch rain that decides to pour whenever she likes and gets me drenched and wretched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been more than 3 months since I have last seen kwan, conan, shuming, charline, haoquan, and the other 4 million people, and I miss them sooooo much. I miss my red polka dotted bedsheets with my ten thousand pillows, the sticky humid weather, mee siam, orchard road, the fact that you know you can go shopping the the middle of the night when you can't sleep, my aunty's wednesday's visits, bak ku teh, chicken rice's chilli sauce, walking from kwan's to my place and vice versa, watching chinese shows, seeing loads of asians, smelly chinese high boys on the bus, cold storage, topshop, not doing my laundry/making my bed/wash the dishes/clean anything cause I have got help at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND it's the end of the year! and it means summer over here in perth where you get annoying houseflies swarming around and they are really, I mean REALLLLLY irritating. You don't even need to stink to attract those vile rage-inducing flies. Come on, Daryl ended up swallowing a fly earlier this year. Can you imagine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To think about it, one year ago I was busy mugging for the O levels with my amazing friends, got back in contact with one particular sweet guy who I had a longtime crush on, who of course, one year later became someone so much more than 'just a crush'. Well, the point is, one year went by so quickly, even faster than I can blink my eyes. And I am seventeen! And I am driving, tho I suck. Can't exactly describe how I feel, but I am looking forward to hop on the plane and get my life back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, end of the year means Christmas, New Year, and CHINESE NEW YEAR and people gathering around to say 'hi' and catch up. Man, I love celebrations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But first, I have got exams like real soon, so I will go MIA for a while until I am exam free. Till then, continue missing me and loads of luck to those mugging for the O levels.&lt;br /&gt;It'd be gone before you know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547781-116192300530716402?l=i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com/feeds/116192300530716402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547781&amp;postID=116192300530716402&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547781/posts/default/116192300530716402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547781/posts/default/116192300530716402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com/2006/10/that-time-of-semester-again.html' title='that time of the semester again'/><author><name>wanwenwanwen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547781.post-116016663128863168</id><published>2006-10-07T03:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T04:33:55.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rather interesting day</title><content type='html'>Went to the gym this morning. Did cardio then yoga. I enjoy doing yoga, pilates and Balance. Especially the Balance class, the music is great and I love the smooth and graceful moves. It's like slow dancing with some yoga moves. Yoga was great today, especially after I went for Body Combat class and Balance last night and I woke up this morning feeling sore all over my body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to get waxed after the workout. It was alright, was not as painful as I thought it would be, however, it was rather weird to be half naked in front of a total stranger. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;Had a haircut after. It is my most expensive haircut so far. Like $85, aussie dollars mind you. The other time I had an expensive haircut was at REDS, it was about 50ish I think. The hairdresser was funny, he was so excited about today being friday, he kept singing and dancing while doing my hair. And he was like 'Your hair's gonna look SEXY!'. I secretly rolled my eyes, grinned politely and said 'TOTALLY!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4641/358/320/CIMG1671.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;I kinda like the haircut. The side-swept bang looks good. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Shit, I look so tired. The top I have on in the picture was the one from Cue- the see-through chiffon one. I had like ten million people telling me today it looks great. =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I called Kwan and talked to him for a little while. Had to end the call when there was this freaky mother yelling at her daughter. She threw a milkshake on the ground and was cursing and stuff. She stood behind me and scowled. So I hung up and went to Borders while waiting for Cong. Met him, Sebby and Alvin for dinner. Had a great talk with Sebby while watching the other two boys playing snooker at PB. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Alvin called Cristal and she invited us to her mooncake festival mini-party. We walked over to the park near her place. Okay, I don't think I have talked about Cristal before. She is this extremely rich kid. She has a penthouse in Orchard Road, a penthouse in Perth next to the Sheraton Hotel. She has an unlimited credit card limit and a Mercedes. Honestly, I admit I am spendthrift, but she and her sister, Vera is like so much more worse than me okay. Like the last holiday, she spent 4 digits as well, but the first digit of the 4 is not 1 or 2 okay. At least, and thank goodness, my first one is a 1. Heh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The moon was so bloody bright and round. We had fun burning lanterns and branches, eating mooncakes (SNOWSKIN, I like), drinking tea and listening to chinese music. Lol, we were all getting into the mood. Also, I was so retarded. I forgot what Mooncake Festival is called in chinese. I actually said Duan(1) Wu(3) Jie(2)- the dumpling festival instead of Zhong(1) Qui(1) Jie(2)-Mid Autumn Festival. My goodness, my chinese heritage! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The moon was lovely tho, with stars scattered all over the vast sky. Only wished &lt;strong&gt;You&lt;/strong&gt; were there with me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Have a good one.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Adieu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547781-116016663128863168?l=i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com/feeds/116016663128863168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547781&amp;postID=116016663128863168&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547781/posts/default/116016663128863168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547781/posts/default/116016663128863168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com/2006/10/rather-interesting-day.html' title='Rather interesting day'/><author><name>wanwenwanwen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547781.post-115971307563977766</id><published>2006-10-01T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T03:52:50.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monomania</title><content type='html'>Mom and Dad left this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They came to visit on wedenesday, to settle my accomodations next year and to see me and my brother, Cong. I stayed with them over at the hotel these few days and took a break from the house. We went shopping and yes, I freaking spent/splurged over 4 digits on clothes. We went to Harbour Town- the factory outlet stores and I sort of went crazy and poof, walked out of the stores with bags of summer dresses, Nike sports wear, summer shorts and some tops. They were bloody cheap tho. I got two dresses from SoHo at about 90 dollars each only. A eyelet shift dress and a babydoll black and white heart-dotted dress. Damn gorgeous. Got a pair of red flats at $29.90 there and when I went back to the city, I saw the very same pair retailing at $40. Good steal. =) I went to Cue as well. My gosh. I totally dig Cue's Spring/Summer collection. Got a striped bubble dress and a chiffon see-through top there. Totally screams SUMMER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Back to my topic. I miss my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not seen them for a little more than two months since I left Singapore. It is sort of the longest period of time me being away from home. So saying goodbye to them again this afternoon made me cry again. I HATE saying goodbyes, and I am not good at saying goodbyes. Especially to my parents. When I was a younger and much more foolish, I did not really appreciate them as much as I do now. I suppose it is because of homesickness and fuck, I have been away from home for more than two months already, and have got another 50 days more or so to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda felt protective of my mom when she was over. Like when the West Coast Eagles won, the streets went crazy. The abros were like 'FUCK EAGLES! GO SYDNEY!!!' People were like getting wasted, flashing their boobs and stuff, so I was worried that my mom might get hurt or get mugged. Lol, My mom's like my best friend. Only that there are some stuff I cannot tell her, so there. But yes, I LOVE my mom. She is so cute. Like the oldladyish cuteness. She can get quite lame sometimes and I'd just roll my eyes and say 'MOM'. Lol, parents can be embarassing sometimes, but I think it is rather cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;7/10/06&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I kinda wrote the first part earlier cause when I wrote it on the day itself, I just kept crying and stuff. I was like in this big emotional mess cause I miss home and my parents, so there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547781-115971307563977766?l=i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com/feeds/115971307563977766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547781&amp;postID=115971307563977766&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547781/posts/default/115971307563977766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547781/posts/default/115971307563977766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com/2006/10/monomania.html' title='Monomania'/><author><name>wanwenwanwen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547781.post-115893238440766996</id><published>2006-09-22T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T21:39:44.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>John Tucker Must Die- Review</title><content type='html'>I caught John Tucker Must Die with Eepyn and Sebby last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I found it rather weird watching movie with them. As though I'm the third wheel, even though they are not a proper couple yet. But I know the others are trying to get them together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://us.movies1.yimg.com/movies.yahoo.com/images/hv/photo/movie_pix/twentieth_century_fox/john_tucker_must_die/jesse_metcalfe/johntucker2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I always enjoy a great chick flick. I thought this was good. It seemed to me a little like LiLo's Mean Girls. The dialogue, plot and the whole high school politics. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://us.movies1.yimg.com/movies.yahoo.com/images/hv/photo/movie_pix/twentieth_century_fox/john_tucker_must_die/_group_photos/arielle_kebbel10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;John Tucker, the captain of the basketball team is heart throb of the school. He dates three different girls Beth (animal activist), Heather (head cheerleader) and Carrie (school's journalist) from different cliques with totally different interests. When the three girls found out that John Tucker has been dating three of them at the same time, Kate (wallpaper of the school) intervened and the four of them joined forces and were determinded to crush John Tucker. Kate, an iconspicuous girl living with her hot mom moves from city to city whenever she breaks up with a guy. She becomes the perfect candidate for the girl's revenge as she became the girls' only option to breaking John's heart as well as trashing his reputation in the school. At the same time, she caught the attention of John's younger brother. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Great comedy, and rather entertaining. Loads of eye-candy and also a scene of Jesse Metcalfe in a trashy red thong. Yum. =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Going to watch The Devil Wears Prada tomorrow with Issac. Heard about the great reviews, looking forward to it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Adieu.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547781-115893238440766996?l=i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com/feeds/115893238440766996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547781&amp;postID=115893238440766996&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547781/posts/default/115893238440766996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547781/posts/default/115893238440766996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com/2006/09/john-tucker-must-die-review.html' title='John Tucker Must Die- Review'/><author><name>wanwenwanwen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547781.post-115885044727365658</id><published>2006-09-21T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T22:58:01.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shayne Ward-No Promises</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/d8T3RFb58hg" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shayne Ward is real sexy. I left this song on replay the entire day, love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey baby, when we are together, doing things that we love.&lt;br /&gt;Every time you're near I feel like I'm in heaven, feeling high&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to let go, girl.&lt;br /&gt;I just need you to know girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna run away, baby you're the one I need tonight,&lt;br /&gt;No promises.&lt;br /&gt;Baby, now I need to hold you tight, I just wanna die in your arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey baby, when we are together, doing things that we love.&lt;br /&gt;Everytime you're near I feel like I'm in heaven, feeling high&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to let go, girl.&lt;br /&gt;I just need you you to know girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna run away, baby you're the one I need tonight,&lt;br /&gt;No promises.&lt;br /&gt;Baby, now I need to hold you tight, I just wanna die in your arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to run away, I want to stay forever, thru Time and Time..&lt;br /&gt;No promises&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna run away, I don't wanna be alone&lt;br /&gt;No Promises&lt;br /&gt;Baby, now I need to hold you tight, now and forever my love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No promises&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna run away, baby you're the one I need tonight,&lt;br /&gt;No promises.&lt;br /&gt;Baby, now I need to hold you tight, I just wanna die in your arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna run away, baby you're the one I need tonight,&lt;br /&gt;No promises.&lt;br /&gt;Baby, now I need to hold you tight, I just wanna die in your arms&lt;br /&gt;Here tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the last forty seconds of the video. Really sexy. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I reckon he looks like J.T.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547781-115885044727365658?l=i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com/feeds/115885044727365658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547781&amp;postID=115885044727365658&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547781/posts/default/115885044727365658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547781/posts/default/115885044727365658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com/2006/09/shayne-ward-no-promises.html' title='Shayne Ward-No Promises'/><author><name>wanwenwanwen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547781.post-115884654844947308</id><published>2006-09-21T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T21:53:26.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Food and such.</title><content type='html'>I am on cooking today! We have a schedule to follow everyday, like who is going to do the cooking, who is going to mop the floor, do the laundry and do the dishes. I hate mopping the floor, it is the most deary chore anyone can ever do. However, I enjoy my cooking duty, followed by washing. I don't really fancy the laundry tho, imagine the mountain load of clothes to wash, mind you, boys' underwear and their smelly socks. EWW. Furthermore, doing laundry during the winter and spring is definately not the kind of chore you would want to do. It pours without any warning and sometimes rain the entire day or for only five minutes. It is extremely annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to the subject. Yes, I loooove cooking. And baking! I think cooking is an art. You take raw materials and transform them by simple applications like cutting, heating and mixing into a really lovely product (well, you have to do it right tho). I enjoy the sweet satisfaction when I see others enjoying what I bake or cook and chow down every single morsel of the meal. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy cooking so much that I even considered culinary as a career. I was telling Alvin earlier while fixing dinner that if I was intellectually slow or find myself jobless in the future, I would want to be a chef. Nah, I thought, probably in the future if I get sick of the business world, I might want to go to a culinary school (Le Cordon Bleu!!!)and make cooking a career. Ha, okay, I think that is more like a dream, in fact, I think I am passable when it comes to cooking and baking, but I do not think I am THAT good enough. One day, ONE DAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4641/358/320/CIMG1662.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I made Shepherd's Pie for dinner today. The last Shepherd's Pie I had was made by Kwan's sister, and I thought it was quite an easy dish to make. These days, I cannot be bothered to look for recipes online cause the house is quite out of ingredients and I can be rather fussy if I do not have whatever that are needed, so I decided to do it my own way.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wen's Shepherd's Pie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;5 potatoes (maybe 6 or 7 if you prefer a thicker top)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;500g ground beef&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;1 onion, chopped&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;2 handful of frozen peas and corn&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;salt and pepper to taste&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;dill weed&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;1 block of vintage cheddar cheese&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;150 ml milk&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;3 tablespoon butter&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Breadcrumbs&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;--&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Actually, the above measurements are not really accurate. Like I said, I made it accordingly to the feel and taste. So you can adjust the volume accordingly to your own preference.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Directions:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Preheat oven to about 170 degrees C.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Peel the potatoes and cut it into small pieces. Microwave the potatoes for about 15 to 20 minutes till soft. (You can choose to boil it if you like.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mash the potatoes and add in milk, butter, cheese and pepper. Leave aside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Heat a little oil, brown the onions. Add in the ground beef and cook it till the meat turns colour. Add in the frozen vegetable and let it cook till the water evaporates. Add some cheese, dill weed and pepper to taste. Try not to overcook the beef. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Place the meat into an oven-proof dish and spread it evenly. Spread the mash potatoes over the meat evenly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sprinkle breadcrumbs and cheddar cheese over the potato mixture. Leave it in the oven for 10 to 15 minutes till the cheese melts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Serve it with love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Feeds 4 hungry boys. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I took a bite out of Ken's plate and found it not bad. The boys liked it, Averil said that it was lovely, so I am a happy girl. =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;---&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Earlier this year, I learnt how to make pineapple tarts from my mom's good friend. She makes the BEST pineapple tarts I have ever had. The filling is not too sweet, great aroma and is soft. The crust is soft yet sturdy with cheddar cheese topping. It is something I look forward to every chinese new year. I would devour every bit of it even though it is fattening. Honestly, I think it is the only chinese new year snack, I wouldn't mind devouring every bit of without any care of how much calories it contains. Alright, I am going off tangent again. Yes, I wanted to make use of the last CNY to 'promote' my tarts so next year I could sell them together with some cookies and muffins. So, I am going to start my baking when I return to Singapore this holiday. I am going to try to perfect my skills. HEH. I am going to use Christmas to 'test the market'. You know, innocent cookies/muffin giveaways to friends and get some honest opinions. =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Also, I read the Sweet Valley Kids a million years ago and this party idea from the book came into my mind. I thought it would be lovely to have a cookie party like what Jessica and Elizabeth had. All their guests had to bring a bag of cookies and there would be a big Cookie-Mix-Up, so everyone can enjoy different kinds of cookies at the party. Lol, I even remember that episode was about the rich snobby kid Lila attending the party with her very busy Daddy. Lol alright, I think it would be nice to have just a gathering with couple of friends, good cuppa coffee, maybe a soothing Camomile Tea, some muffins, cookies and nibbles. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;It definately sounds great to me. :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;2 more months.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Toodles. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547781-115884654844947308?l=i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com/feeds/115884654844947308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547781&amp;postID=115884654844947308&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547781/posts/default/115884654844947308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547781/posts/default/115884654844947308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com/2006/09/food-and-such.html' title='Food and such.'/><author><name>wanwenwanwen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547781.post-115866047832781108</id><published>2006-09-19T17:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T23:17:59.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alvin's 17th</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;It was Alvin's 17th birthday yesterday. He actually went back to Singapore over the weekend for some clearance with the Ministry of Defence cause he is over 16 and half years old, and he got back yesterday afternoon. We gave him a surprise party, with the MLC girls (Cristal, Mich and Amelia) over and some of the Guildford guys(Sebby, Ben Lee, Brendan and Joachim) whom we hang out with most of the time. Alvin was napping in his room when we all went into his room and with party poppers, an apple crumble as a substitute for his birthday cake and horrible singing. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got him a Calvin Klein boxer. I saw this red silk thong initially, but knew he would not wear it, so the boxer was a better option. Also, he is rather CK obsessed lately, so there you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4641/358/320/U1713_df.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;No, Alvin is not half as sexy as the mannequin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you know me long enough, you'd know that I always get undies for my guy friends. I remember last Christmas I bought at least 4 pair or boxers and undies. It is the most idiot-proof item to get for them, especially last minute and when you cannot think of what to give. I am not exactly a great 'present-chooser' so there. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4641/358/320/U5507_df.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conan! Whadduthink?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547781-115866047832781108?l=i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com/feeds/115866047832781108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547781&amp;postID=115866047832781108&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547781/posts/default/115866047832781108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547781/posts/default/115866047832781108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com/2006/09/alvins-17th.html' title='Alvin&apos;s 17th'/><author><name>wanwenwanwen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547781.post-115849728000814688</id><published>2006-09-17T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T20:48:00.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crap and randomness</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;This&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4641/358/640/CIMG1655.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4641/358/320/CIMG1655.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;is the crappiest Laksa I have ever tasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4641/358/640/CIMG1653.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4641/358/320/CIMG1653.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is such a disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss laksa a hell lot. I miss standing in the long queue every wednesday in school for a bowl of yummalicious uh-so-sinful laksa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this can of laksa in Woolies. Faugh, I give up on searching for good asian food here. Went to Hawker's Cusine in Northbridge last week for Nasi Lemak. The rice they served tasted like garlic rice instead of the coconut milk flavour I was expecting, with curry chicken, ikan billis. It was the shittiest Nasi Lemak I ever had. Mind you, I paid 10 bucks for that meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perth is uber boring. I would rather go to Sydney or Melbourne. I feel like a city girl banished to the Amish community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:/&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547781-115849728000814688?l=i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com/feeds/115849728000814688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547781&amp;postID=115849728000814688&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547781/posts/default/115849728000814688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547781/posts/default/115849728000814688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com/2006/09/crap-and-randomness.html' title='Crap and randomness'/><author><name>wanwenwanwen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547781.post-115825102737924999</id><published>2006-09-15T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T00:23:47.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I smile for Singapore.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4641/358/640/CIMG083g1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4641/358/320/CIMG083g1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Forgive me for being a narcissist in view of the IMF. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547781-115825102737924999?l=i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com/feeds/115825102737924999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547781&amp;postID=115825102737924999&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547781/posts/default/115825102737924999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547781/posts/default/115825102737924999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-smile-for-singapore.html' title='I smile for Singapore.'/><author><name>wanwenwanwen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547781.post-115825005404527961</id><published>2006-09-14T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T00:07:34.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some interesting facts and figures on 14/8/89</title><content type='html'>Birthday Calculator&lt;br /&gt;14 August 1989&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your date of conception was on or about 21 November 1988 which was a Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were born on a Monday&lt;br /&gt;under the astrological sign Leo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Life path number is &lt;a href="http://www.astrology-numerology.com/num-lifepath.html#lp4"&gt;4&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Life Path Compatibility:You are most compatible with those with the Life Path numbers 2, 4, 8, 11 &amp; 22.&lt;br /&gt;You should get along well with those with the Life Path numbers 6 &amp;amp; 7.&lt;br /&gt;You are least compatible with those with the Life Path numbers 1, 3, 5 &amp; 9.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Julian calendar date of your birth is 2447752.5.&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;a href="javascript:popUp("&gt;golden&lt;/a&gt; number for 1989 is 14.&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;a href="javascript:popUp("&gt;epact&lt;/a&gt; number for 1989 is 22.&lt;br /&gt;The year 1989 was not a leap year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your birthday falls into the Chinese year beginning 2/6/1989 and ending 1/26/1990.&lt;br /&gt;You were born in the &lt;a href="javascript:popitup5("&gt;Chinese year of the Snake&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Native American Zodiac sign is Salmon; your plant is Raspberry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were born in the Egyptian month of Paopy, the second month of the season of Poret (Emergence - Fertile soil).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your date of birth on the Hebrew calendar is 13 Av 5749.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The date of Easter on your birth year was Sunday, 26 March 1989.&lt;br /&gt;The date of Orthodox Easter on your birth year was Sunday, 30 April 1989.&lt;br /&gt;The date of Ash Wednesday (the first day of Lent) on your birth year was Wednesday 8 February 1989.&lt;br /&gt;The date of Whitsun (Pentecost Sunday) in the year of your birth was Sunday 14 May 1989.&lt;br /&gt;The date of Whisuntide in the year of your birth was Sunday 21 May 1989.&lt;br /&gt;The date of Rosh Hashanah in the year of your birth was Saturday, 30 September 1989.&lt;br /&gt;The date of Passover in the year of your birth was Thursday, 20 April 1989.&lt;br /&gt;The date of Mardi Gras on your birth year was Tuesday 7 February 1989. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of 9/14/2006 10:45:45 AM EDT&lt;br /&gt;You are 17 years old.&lt;br /&gt;You are 205 months old.&lt;br /&gt;You are 891 weeks old.&lt;br /&gt;You are 6,240 days old.&lt;br /&gt;You are 149,770 hours old.&lt;br /&gt;You are 8,986,245 minutes old.&lt;br /&gt;You are 539,174,745 seconds old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrities who share your birthday:&lt;br /&gt;Kevin Cadogan (1970)&lt;br /&gt;Halle Berry (1968)&lt;br /&gt;Earvin 'Magic' Johnson (1959)&lt;br /&gt;Gary Larson (1950)&lt;br /&gt;Danielle Steel (1947)&lt;br /&gt;Susan St. James (1946)&lt;br /&gt;Steve Martin (1945)&lt;br /&gt;Lynne Cheney (1941)&lt;br /&gt;David Crosby (1941)&lt;br /&gt;Russell Baker (1925)&lt;br /&gt;H.C. Oersted (1777)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top songs of 1989&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/redirect.html?link_code=ur2&amp;tag=holidaypages&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;creative=9325&amp;amp;location=/gp/search%3F%26index=music%26keywords=Another+Day+In+Paradise+Phil+Collins%26_encoding=UTF8" target="_blank"&gt;Another Day In Paradise by Phil Collins&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/redirect.html?link_code=ur2&amp;tag=holidaypages&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;creative=9325&amp;amp;location=/gp/search%3F%26index=music%26keywords=Miss+You+Much+Janet+Jackson%26_encoding=UTF8" target="_blank"&gt;Miss You Much by Janet Jackson&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/redirect.html?link_code=ur2&amp;tag=holidaypages&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;creative=9325&amp;amp;location=/gp/search%3F%26index=music%26keywords=Straight+Up+Paula+Abdul%26_encoding=UTF8" target="_blank"&gt;Straight Up by Paula Abdul&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/redirect.html?link_code=ur2&amp;tag=holidaypages&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;creative=9325&amp;amp;location=/gp/search%3F%26index=music%26keywords=Right+Here+Waiting+Richard+Marx%26_encoding=UTF8" target="_blank"&gt;Right Here Waiting by Richard Marx&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/redirect.html?link_code=ur2&amp;tag=holidaypages&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;creative=9325&amp;amp;location=/gp/search%3F%26index=music%26keywords=Lost+In+Your+Eyes+Debbie+Gibson%26_encoding=UTF8" target="_blank"&gt;Lost In Your Eyes by Debbie Gibson&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/redirect.html?link_code=ur2&amp;tag=holidaypages&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;creative=9325&amp;amp;location=/gp/search%3F%26index=music%26keywords=Like+a+Prayer+Madonna%26_encoding=UTF8" target="_blank"&gt;Like a Prayer by Madonna&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/redirect.html?link_code=ur2&amp;tag=holidaypages&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;creative=9325&amp;amp;location=/gp/search%3F%26index=music%26keywords=We+Didn%27t+Start+the+Fire+Billy+Joel%26_encoding=UTF8" target="_blank"&gt;We Didn't Start the Fire by Billy Joel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/redirect.html?link_code=ur2&amp;tag=holidaypages&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;creative=9325&amp;amp;location=/gp/search%3F%26index=music%26keywords=Two+Hearts+Phil+Collins%26_encoding=UTF8" target="_blank"&gt;Two Hearts by Phil Collins&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/redirect.html?link_code=ur2&amp;tag=holidaypages&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;creative=9325&amp;amp;location=/gp/search%3F%26index=music%26keywords=When+I+See+You+Smile+Bad+English%26_encoding=UTF8" target="_blank"&gt;When I See You Smile by Bad English&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/redirect.html?link_code=ur2&amp;tag=holidaypages&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;creative=9325&amp;amp;location=/gp/search%3F%26index=music%26keywords=Blame+It+On+the+Rain+Milli+Vanilli%26_encoding=UTF8" target="_blank"&gt;Blame It On the Rain by Milli Vanilli&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your age is the equivalent of a dog that is 2.44227005870841 years old. (Life's just a big chewy bone for you!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are 334 days till your next birthdayon which your cake will have 18 candles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those 18 candles produce 18 BTUs,or 4,536 calories of heat (that's only 4.5360 food Calories!) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can boil 2.06 US ounces of water with that many candles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1989 there were approximately 3.7 million births in the US.&lt;br /&gt;In 1989 the US population was approximately 226,545,805 people, 64.0 persons per square mile.&lt;br /&gt;In 1989 in the US there were 2,404,000 marriages (9.7%) and 1,163,000 divorces (4.7%)&lt;br /&gt;In 1989 in the US there were approximately 1,990,000 deaths (8.8 per 1000)&lt;br /&gt;In the US a new person is born approximately every 8 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;In the US one person dies approximately every 12 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;In 1989 the population of Australia was approximately 16,936,723.&lt;br /&gt;In 1989 there were approximately 250,853 births in Australia.&lt;br /&gt;In 1989 in Australia there were approximately 117,176 marriages and 41,383 divorces.&lt;br /&gt;In 1989 in Australia there were approximately 124,232 deaths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your birthstone is Peridot --&gt;The Mystical properties of Peridot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peridot is used to help dreams become a reality.Some lists consider these stones to be your birthstone.&lt;br /&gt;(Birthstone lists come from Jewelers, Tibet, Ayurvedic Indian medicine, and other sources)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sardonyx, Diamond, Jade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your birth tree is&lt;br /&gt;Poplar, the Uncertainty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks very decorative, no self-confident behaviour, only courageous if necessary, needs goodwill and pleasant surroundings, very choosy, often lonely, great animosity, artistic nature, good organiser, tends to philosophy, reliable in any situation, takes partnership serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are 102 days till Christmas 2006!&lt;br /&gt;There are 115 days till Orthodox Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moon's phase on the day you wereborn was waxing gibbous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click on the picture for more information.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="/bmail/"&gt;--&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.paulsadowski.com/Numbers.asp"&gt;Click here&lt;/a&gt; to learn what your name says about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;What intrigued me was this Life Path number.&lt;br /&gt;I was categorized into Life Path number 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From what I understand, it is the sum of the birthdate. And the number represents your personality at birth and traits that would follow you throughout your journey of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check the website for the calculation. I didn't really bother checking out how the LPN was derived, or who came up with it. To me, it's like the astrology or the zodiac. I tend to keep an open mind to these sort of stuff though I do not believe in the 'Today's Astrology' crap. Like hey, how can you actually categorize billions of people into twelve different groups? It is kinda vague isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, back to the subject. Sometimes, I do find some intersting descriptions with regards to how poeple born in this particular dayor having this particular zodiac/astrological sign. And in this case, Life Path Number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="lp4"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;4 (4, 13/4, 22/4, 31/4, 40/4)&lt;br /&gt;The Life Path 4 suggests that you entered this plane with a natural genius for planning, fixing, building, and somehow, with practical application and cerebral excellence, making things work. You are one of the most trustworthy, practical, and down-to-earth of individuals; the cornerstone members of society. Indeed, as a Life Path 4, you are a builder of society. The cream of the crop in this Life Path can be a master builder in society. if you are among these highly talented people, you have an idealistic nature which is grounded in practical terms, allowing you to conceive grandiose, far-reaching schemes and carry them through to the end. If you desire and are willing to work for it, you can achieve enormous success, prestige, and fame. Obviously, everyone with a 4 Life Path does not become famous.&lt;br /&gt;All with this Life Path have the ability to take orders and to carry them out with dedication and perseverance and many 4s live and work happily in this context. But so often, the 4 Life Path is the entrepreneur and manager in the community. In either role, you always demand as much from yourself as you do from others, and sometimes a lot more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;You have the kind of will power that is often mistaken for sheer stubbornness&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;(Perhaps...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; You don't think of yourself as dogged, but your honest beliefs and that ever direct speech makes you come across as completely unremitting. Once a decision is made, it will be followed through to the conclusion, right, wrong, or indifferent. You are very set in your ways and determined to handle things the way you are so certain that they should be handled. Your tenacity of purpose and ability to get the job done borders on obsession. You are a wonderful manager with a great sense of how to get the job done.&lt;br /&gt;You are an excellent organizer and planner because of your innate ability to view things in a very common sense and practical way. This stems from a strong desire to be a perfectionist in your labor. Planning is necessary to avoid errors. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;It's very likely that a 4 Life Path person invented the to-do list &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;(sure I do have a to-do list, and I think sometimes I am kinda lost without it. I need to organise my thoughts and my day.)&lt;/em&gt; ,&lt;/span&gt; because it is the rare Life Path 4 who doesn't have one by her side at all times. Your life is programed in an orderly fashion permitting you to catalog and manage the flow of ideas and activities that fill your day. Indeed, you seem to function best when you are under the gun and facing a tough set of problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Loyal and devoted&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;em&gt;yes =))&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;you make the best of your marriage&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(and try to do so in life as well),&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and you are always the good provider. &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Friends may be few in number, but you are very close to them and once friendships are made, they often last a lifetime&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Conan? Will you still go shopping with me ten years down the road?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The number 4 is solidly associated with the element of earth from which it gains its strength and utter sense of reality. &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;You are one of the most dependable people you know&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Am I?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; If patience and determination can ever win, you are sure to achieve great success in life. Often, you are called on to take care of others; to finish what they have started. It may not seem fair and probably isn't, but it may be the key to your accomplishment and reputation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The negative side of the 4 can prove dogmatic to an excess, narrow-minded, and repressive. &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;A lot of skin-deep people turn you off&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(you bet!),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and you &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;lack the tact to keep your feelings from being totally clear to all around&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(yes :/).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Additionally, the negative 4 has a bad tendency to get caught up in the daily routine of affairs, missing the big picture and major opportunities that come along once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;I may not be the best person to judge myself as I think sometimes I am too proud to admit my flaws (There you go, I'm learning..).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another one. I think this is one of the many descriptions I read that seems rather close to what sort of person I am like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Leo Woman&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She will stand out of the crowd on the street. Leo woman normally tall or rather tall &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(very vague&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;).&lt;/span&gt; You will hardly see a short thick woman. When she walks she walk like a queen, confident and does not look around, though as if there is no one around her &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(I do that).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She will dress in her own style not according to fashion. She is confident of what she choose to wear. Do not buy cheap cloths where they sell in dozen for her as a gift, she will hate it &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Yes).&lt;/span&gt; Also do not buy cloths that do not reflect her confident personality. She likes unique and strange cloths and accessories. Being different is what she loves. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Yes)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to know her, take times and be patient because she is selective about people she mingles with. She's open minded, but yet she is not letting people get to close to her easily. She likes sweet words and compliments, but not too much. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(True)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She smiles with anyone, but inside she thinks she is borne to be a leader. She likes to be in control because it is in her nature instinct. She is a graceful woman , and she has a magnetic charisma, so expect tough competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is a very proud person, so do not do anything to challenge her confident. She can be mad and act like a hurricane, and later can be like an innocent kitten, but do not fall for her O.K. She remembers everything and likes to cherish her sweet memory, so if you find her old photo albums with her ex-boyfriend or love letters that will make you puke, take it easy. She is keeping her sweet memory does not mean she still in love with the old fool, so you do not have to panic. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Sort or. I do have two boxes of 'memories')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She will have many guys run after her, so if you have advantage of a good background family, or a famous last name, a successful career then it's a plus. She hates to be poor and she thinks love will not pay bills. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Yes, and I was brought up with that mentality as well. That's what my dad always says. "Love will not quench your thrist or keep you from starvation.")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is a sport type and love sports. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Yes)&lt;/span&gt; If you want to date her, prepare to spend big bucks, for your first dinner with her can not be a hot dog stand, but better be the best place in town. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Or you can cook! =D)&lt;/span&gt; She is a generous person, so do not be surprise if she give you a gift more expensive than what you gave her. She likes extravaganza, no cheap gift, no cheap dinner please.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; (Yes)&lt;/span&gt; Being poor or broke make her depress. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Yes, I am considerably high maintainence.)&lt;/span&gt; If you do not have lots of money, be creative and make your own gift for her. It's unique quality and time spending making it for her is a big deal. You can think economical, but do not be cheap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do You think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adieu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547781-115825005404527961?l=i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com/feeds/115825005404527961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547781&amp;postID=115825005404527961&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547781/posts/default/115825005404527961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547781/posts/default/115825005404527961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com/2006/09/some-interesting-facts-and-figures-on.html' title='Some interesting facts and figures on 14/8/89'/><author><name>wanwenwanwen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547781.post-115805773004370322</id><published>2006-09-12T18:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T18:42:10.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MiniCong's Holiday</title><content type='html'>So, MiniCong came to visit last week. The house was a little noisier than usual, my room was a lot messier than usual, but I felt a lot better than usual. MiniCong can be a pain in the arse at times, but he is so much sweeter than OldCong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4641/358/320/collage2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;MiniCong was here with his bestie, Tristan.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4641/358/320/collage4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Pardon the poor boy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4641/358/320/collage3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Brought him to Cicerello's for fresh oysters and the best fish and chips in W.A. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4641/358/320/CIMG1633.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But he still did not allow me to kiss him goodbye! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547781-115805773004370322?l=i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com/feeds/115805773004370322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547781&amp;postID=115805773004370322&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547781/posts/default/115805773004370322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547781/posts/default/115805773004370322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com/2006/09/minicongs-holiday.html' title='MiniCong&apos;s Holiday'/><author><name>wanwenwanwen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547781.post-115797217371539512</id><published>2006-09-11T18:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T18:56:13.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Faugh</title><content type='html'>I think it is the changing weather. I caught a cold, have a horrible sore throat and losing my voice. Kinda reminds me of last year when I had a throat infection. Could also be the sleeplessness I am experienceing lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn it, woke up this morning at about 3.30am and could not get back to sleep at all. At about 4.45, I checked the train timetable and decided to go to the gym instead of wasting time trying to get back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left the house at about 5.15am. It started to pour and I picked up my pace. Sure, rain can be lovely when you are sleeping like a log in your comfy bed, but also, it can be a fat bitch when you are out unprepared for it. Hate the winter, hate the transition to spring, hate the wet weather during winter. It fucking rains all the time during winter and I cannot get the laundry done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait till summer when I can wear just wear a cooling tee, shorts and thongs out, hit the beach and go body surfing. The heat can be a bitch, but at least it is not humid. Gee, if the humidity is like Singapore's, I would sweat like a pig. Faugh, the humidity is DEFINATELY not something I look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;The Queen Mother as well as Pappy are coming over during my tuition free week. Looking forward to seeing them. Have not seen them for nearly two months. Would be lovely as they would be staying over at Burswood. Burswood is like my favourite hotel. When I was a lot younger, the whole bunch of us would play catch while our parents hit the casino. We would go to the park outside the hotel in the middle of the night and run around. I hope to stay with my parents that week at the hotel for a change. Am absolutely sick of playing Suwati over here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would be so lovely to hit the gym in the morning, followed by a swim and a yummy Burswood breakfast buffet. Not to mention, unlimited shopping spree with the Queen Mother. Heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547781-115797217371539512?l=i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com/feeds/115797217371539512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547781&amp;postID=115797217371539512&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547781/posts/default/115797217371539512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547781/posts/default/115797217371539512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com/2006/09/faugh.html' title='Faugh'/><author><name>wanwenwanwen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547781.post-115787343577763300</id><published>2006-09-10T15:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T15:30:35.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What you cover up with your jeans, is written in your genes.</title><content type='html'>Cellulite. The lumpy layer of fats usually found on the thighs, arms or bum of the fairer sex. I am sure it caused some ladies waking up in the middle of the night worrying about dimplings on their thighs. I do not lose my sleep worrying about it, but yes, I do have cellulite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cellulite does not just occur to the plumper ladies. It comprises of toxins and fat that build up in the body, and can affect women of any size, weight and body structure. You can firm it, tone it, but cellulite is beyond people's control. It is a genetic predisposition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, there are some products and treatments out on the market promising the removal of the dimples, but in fact, it only temperory reduces the appearance of the cellulite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 340px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="376" alt="" src="http://www.hollywoodtuna.com/images/mischa_barton_grocery_2_small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Mischa Barton has cellulite as well!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Sigh. Guess I have to learn to embrace whatever that is written in the genes. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547781-115787343577763300?l=i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com/feeds/115787343577763300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547781&amp;postID=115787343577763300&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547781/posts/default/115787343577763300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547781/posts/default/115787343577763300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com/2006/09/what-you-cover-up-with-your-jeans-is.html' title='What you cover up with your jeans, is written in your genes.'/><author><name>wanwenwanwen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547781.post-115781759501715621</id><published>2006-09-09T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T00:57:52.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Contemplations</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#f0fff0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;You Are 26 Years Old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#f8fff8"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatagequiz/cake.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe.&lt;br /&gt;13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world.&lt;br /&gt;20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences.&lt;br /&gt;30-39: You are a thirtysomething at heart. You've had a taste of success and true love, but you want more!&lt;br /&gt;40+: You are a mature adult. You've been through most of the ups and downs of life already. Now you get to sit back and relax.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Age Do You Act?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kwan's on a holiday, the boys are all out and my brother flew back home this afternoon. I was feeling pretty bored was surfing the net. I found myself reading entries I posted in this blog last year. I suppose last year was pretty extraordinary, it was amazing yet awful. I saw &lt;a href="http://i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com/2005/01/interesting-it-doesnt-hurt-to-be-lil.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; particular entry that I posted. Last year, on the 29th of January, when I was a 15 years old teenager, I act like a 22 years old. I am rather used to people commenting on my maturity. Today, I took this quiz again, and now I am told by some unknown calculations that I act like a 26 years old. I am categorized as someone who is excited about what's to come- romance, career and experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we walk along the path of life, the shadow of our past walks along with us. I believe in fate. Fate does not set your path in life, it allows you to make choices to follow your destiny, or to avoid the obstacles in life and to create your own course of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I grow older, my responsibilities multiplies. There are higher expectations to meet, more tasks to fufil and decisions to make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as someone who is "excited about what's to come- romance, career and experiences", how do I see myself in three year's time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I am blissfully in love. It sounds quite silly, but I recall that evening when he told me how he felt, I was thinking 'Could this really be happening?'. I do not intend to sound cheesy, but hey, I felt as that everything that I dreamt of and yearned for turned out to be a real. Throughout the two years of occasional runs and gymming, I was aware of my childish young lady's crush. Hmm, I would like to think of it as admiration initially. There was once my best friend then and I wrote down a list of qualities our dream guy should possess (I still have that list).&lt;br /&gt;I listed the following:&lt;br /&gt;-can cook&lt;br /&gt;-likes Harry Potter (Lol, I was going through the Harry Potter craze then)&lt;br /&gt;-well-mannered&lt;br /&gt;-plays the piano&lt;br /&gt;-loves thrilling roller coaster rides&lt;br /&gt;-house trained (I cannot stand guys peeing with the seat on and leaving pee stains on the seat.)&lt;br /&gt;-runs&lt;br /&gt;-hot (I am a sucker for guys with nice legs.)&lt;br /&gt;-smart&lt;br /&gt;-bakes (just because I love to bake.)&lt;br /&gt;-funny&lt;br /&gt;-unoppressive (I abhor possessive guys, as I hang out with guys most of the time. Possessive guys freaks me out and are absoultely insecure, and I can't deal with insecurity.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure there are more, but these are the few that I can recall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure after some time, the days of the giddy, fluttery high that we thrive on in a relationship would eventually fade and things between both parties becomes a routine and the status would be risen to 'comfortable familiarity'. I suppose that is when you have gotten past all your desires and still see your lover someone you would want to be with, someone who's not just simply a lover, but also your best friend and someone whom you can pour your soul to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Career? Being in uni now to me is quite a leap. It is not easy, but I hope to get past this stage soon and to secure myself a job in four years' time perhaps. Aha, can't wait to start earning some real money and get my own pad. As much as I love living with my parents, I would very much prefer to have my own apartment. I could walk around the house stark naked and no one would give a shit. I could have anyone over whenever I please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After uni, I would like to go backpacking and do some travelling. There are loads of things I want to do before having huge commitments and responsibilities. I want to go skydiving, do some thrilling activities that would get my adrenaline rushing like mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And eventually, ten years down the road, return home to the one who would hold my hand, love, protect, and walk the journey of life with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547781-115781759501715621?l=i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com/feeds/115781759501715621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547781&amp;postID=115781759501715621&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547781/posts/default/115781759501715621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547781/posts/default/115781759501715621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com/2006/09/contemplations.html' title='Contemplations'/><author><name>wanwenwanwen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547781.post-115779387038772689</id><published>2006-09-09T16:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T00:56:24.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a little obsession</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;My purse is falling apart. It was white when I received it, but it looks almost grey, the edges are turning black and I think I &lt;strong&gt;need&lt;/strong&gt; a new wallet. Well, it's probably more like a want, but ha, who cares. Mommy did say that she was going to get me a purse for my birthday anyway. Also, I sort of came up with a wishlist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like Coach. Love the snakeskin collection. Last year, Mom bought this green Coach tote from the Spring/Summer collection 05 for about S$950. Coach is not ridiculously overpriced compared to its counterparts like Gucci or Louis Vuitton. It is a cheaper brand of course, but I find their quality as good as the other brands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been eyeing on some of the purses from Coach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.coach.com/assets/product_images/colord2/40105_SKHCM_d2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is about US$200. I like the snakeskin and leather trim with the signature patchwork jacquard fabric. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.coach.com/assets/product_images/colord2/40110_SVWT_d2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is so pretty! Selling at US$328, this is quite a good buy. With white snakeskin and leather trimming. Then again, I'm quite a klutz, thus white is not a very good option. =/&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But of course, if my mother could be even more generous, I definately would not mind having these gorgeous bags.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.coach.com/assets/product_images/colord2/6429_SVBL_d2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely sky blue Optic Signature Baby Bag, it comes in pink as well!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.coach.com/assets/product_images/colord2/10116_B4MC_d2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I like this one better. Love the bold prints. Coach Hamptons Weekend Scarf Print Baby Bag. Retailing at US$498.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We shall see... =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547781-115779387038772689?l=i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com/feeds/115779387038772689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547781&amp;postID=115779387038772689&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547781/posts/default/115779387038772689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547781/posts/default/115779387038772689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com/2006/09/just-little-obsession.html' title='Just a little obsession'/><author><name>wanwenwanwen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547781.post-115590727054947821</id><published>2006-08-18T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T21:21:10.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seventeen</title><content type='html'>I am really glad that this year's birthday was not such a fiasco. I had to fix dinner that evening and was left jaded. The boys surprised me with a cake as they came down for dinner. Well, they did wish me a 'Happy Birthday' in the morning before leaving for school, but I did not expect them to get me a cake cause it kinda seems like a female thing to do. Alvin got me something that made me turn red and Kwan sang me a birthday song. And thanks a lot to my friends who made my day special. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think being seventeen is just a pit stop between sixteen and eighteen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are sixteen, you can watch NC16 movies and have sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are eighteen, you can buy your own alcoholic drink, smoke, watch M18 movies, drive, and hey you are LEGAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. No longer a child anymore, but not yet a woman. Ruminating on my past, I made several erroneous judgments and took a few wrong paths in my life. Last year was pretty intense. Hooked up with the wrong guy, lost my best friend, almost lost another, got to know others better from a different perspective and made a couple of great friends. Going through the rough patches last year has definitely made me a stronger person. But I felt that it made it a lot difficult to trust and confide to another person wholeheartedly again. The disappointment, tears, heartaches, unfortunately left me jaded and wretched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had enough of the drama last year, and I do miss her a lot. It is such a pity that things ended up so ugly between us. Well, there is no point crying over spilt milk, one can only learn from the mistake, move on and be sure of not repeating it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun will always shine after the rain. I am glad that I got to see the rainbow as well. It is lovely having Kwan in my life, to hold and sway under the stars.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547781-115590727054947821?l=i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com/feeds/115590727054947821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547781&amp;postID=115590727054947821&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547781/posts/default/115590727054947821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547781/posts/default/115590727054947821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com/2006/08/seventeen.html' title='Seventeen'/><author><name>wanwenwanwen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547781.post-115486569209323351</id><published>2006-08-06T19:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T02:08:04.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurrah!</title><content type='html'>My little brother is coming over to spend his september holiday with me alone! How lovely! I miss that little bugger. He said he miss the oysters from Cicerello's, and I am going to take him down to Frementle for some feast :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time he came to Perth was like ten thousand years ago. I can't wait for him to be here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;Went to Subiaco on friday for a walk. I like Subi, it's like a quaint little town with the busy market selling flowers, fresh fruits, nuts and loads of other decorative craft items. Will make another trip there when little brother is here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till the next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547781-115486569209323351?l=i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com/feeds/115486569209323351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547781&amp;postID=115486569209323351&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547781/posts/default/115486569209323351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547781/posts/default/115486569209323351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com/2006/08/hurrah.html' title='Hurrah!'/><author><name>wanwenwanwen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547781.post-115452635016160982</id><published>2006-08-02T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T21:45:51.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sixteen Going on Seventeen</title><content type='html'>I finished watching season 3 of the O.C yesterday and there was this scene when Marissa wanted to invite Calvin to the Harbor Prom and she told him about this scene from The Sound of Music where Liesl and Rolfe were singing 'Sixteen going on Seventeen'. I watched The Sound of Music years ago when I was in primary school. I don't really remember it, but would definately catch it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this song, love it more cause I am Sixteen going on Seventeen  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rolfe: You wait little girl on an empty stage&lt;br /&gt;For fate to turn the light on&lt;br /&gt;Your life little girl is an empty page&lt;br /&gt;That men will want to write on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liesl: To write on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rolfe: You are sixteen going on seventeen, baby it's time to think&lt;br /&gt;Better beware, be canny and careful, baby you're on the brink&lt;br /&gt;You are sixteen going on seventeen, fellows will fall in line&lt;br /&gt;Eager young lads, and roues and cads&lt;br /&gt;Will offer you food and wine&lt;br /&gt;Totally unprepared are you, to face a world of men&lt;br /&gt;Timid and shy and scared are you, of things beyond your ken&lt;br /&gt;You need someone older and wiser, telling you what to do&lt;br /&gt;I am seventeen going on eighteen, I'll take care of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liesl: I am sixteen going on seventeen, I know that I'm naive&lt;br /&gt;Fellows I meet may tell me I'm sweet, and willingly I believe&lt;br /&gt;I am sixteen going on seventeen, innocent as a rose&lt;br /&gt;Bachelor dandies, drinkers of brandies, what do I know of those&lt;br /&gt;Totally unprepared am I, to face a world of men&lt;br /&gt;Timid and shy and scared am I, of things beyond my ken&lt;br /&gt;I need someone older and wiser, telling me what to do&lt;br /&gt;You are seventeen going on eighteen, I'll depend on you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am turning seventeen in less then 2 week's time. I think, after my 14th birthday, my parents became so preoccupied with their career that they forgot my birthday. Honestly, I do care a lot about my parents remembering my birthday. For the past few years, I spent my birthday without a cake. Well, at least last year was fine, I had a lovely time with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not suppose this year's birthday would be an enjoyable occasion as I am thousand of miles away from home. I reckon, the older you get, the more insignificant your birthday becomes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best present that I hope to receive this birthday is just simply a big hug from people who loves me, that would be the best gift ever.&lt;br /&gt;-----------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have just started my classes this week. For year 1, I have to take 4 units for commerce, and I took Accounting, Economics, Management and Marketing. So far, everything's fine. My first week of university studies have been pretty interesting. It is a huge transistion, from secondary school to foundation studies and now going for lectures and tutorials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, I miss being back in humid Singapore. Being back with Kwan, my family, my lovely and amusing friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another 4 months to go.&lt;br /&gt;Adieu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547781-115452635016160982?l=i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com/feeds/115452635016160982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547781&amp;postID=115452635016160982&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547781/posts/default/115452635016160982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547781/posts/default/115452635016160982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com/2006/08/sixteen-going-on-seventeen.html' title='Sixteen Going on Seventeen'/><author><name>wanwenwanwen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547781.post-115146772561788065</id><published>2006-06-28T11:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T12:10:13.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't eat chicken</title><content type='html'>Who does not eat chicken? Chicken is the most common meat to be consumed all over the world. It is also the most versatile meat to be cooked. It unimportant if you are a Christian, Muslim, Hindu, Buddhist or Taoist, you can eat chicken without any regard to your religion, well except the vegetarians of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="258" src="http://rds.yahoo.com/_ylt=A0Je5x75_qFElC4BNpujzbkF;_ylu=X3oDMTBsdmIydTZhBHNlYwNwcm9mBHZ0aWQDSTAwMV83MA--/SIG=12f91h4r1/EXP=1151553657/**http%3a//www.filmfestivalspro.com/review/_images/chicken3.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met this friend, Issac, a Hongkonger in Perth. We had chicken for dinner and he said this,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I don’t eat chicken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Hmm, this is really weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Oh? You don’t? Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I just don’t eat it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol, I thought because of the avian influenza, his mother probably told him to avoid eating chicken, and hence, he doesn’t. I can understand if you do not eat beef, or pork for religious reasons, but chicken? Haha, Issac is sure one of a kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During my stay in Perth, I had chicken for dinner almost every day. Darren reckons that since chicken is the easiest meat to be cooked, he shall buy loads of chicken for us to have dinner. He would buy the premix and we would just follow the instructions to prepare the dinner. I seriously do not know what’s wrong with him, but he always purchases the Maggie Satay Chicken premix or the Korma Butter Chicken premix. It is so freaking annoying okay. We can have Satay chicken or Butter Chicken 2 at least 2 times a week. Sometimes we would have Coq Au Vin too. Or maybe Chicken chops anyone? Oh My God. How can anyone have chicken for dinner EVERYDAY?! I find it absolutely ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To deal with it, I constantly have to find new ways to cook chicken. I like making roast chicken. I stuff the chicken with chopped onions, garlic and butter. On the outside, I make a small incision and lift the chicken skin carefully, spreading butter between the meat and the skin. Lastly, coating the chicken with breadcrumbs, a few dash of oregano and pepper. Splendid, the roast turns out lovely with crispy skin and succulent meat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547781-115146772561788065?l=i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com/feeds/115146772561788065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547781&amp;postID=115146772561788065&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547781/posts/default/115146772561788065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547781/posts/default/115146772561788065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-dont-eat-chicken.html' title='I don&apos;t eat chicken'/><author><name>wanwenwanwen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547781.post-114451670741855628</id><published>2006-04-09T00:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T01:18:27.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mask me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt; I caught 'V for Vendetta' today at City Cinema. I went with Ken, Alvin, Ben, Sebestian, his brother and Daryl Koh. I thought it was a really good movie. It has a clever plot and I love the slogan of the movie 'People should not be afraid of their government, Government should be afraid of the People'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main characters are Natalie Portman as Evey and Hugo Weaving as V. V is a masked man who is gathering the people of 'facist government' Britain for a revolution for freedom and bring justice back to a society ruled by a corrpted and cruel government. I find it relating back to the Nazi government ruled by Hitler. The Chancellor of the facist government in the movie also look like Hitler, together with the silly hairstyle and moustache. The use of secret police, invasion of citizens' privacy, the discrimination of homosexuals, mass-killings...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one thing that I love the most in the movie is V.&lt;br /&gt;I do not know why, but I find men masked in movies are always so charming. The same goes to The Phantom of the Opera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://us.movies1.yimg.com/movies.yahoo.com/images/hv/photo/movie_pix/warner_brothers/v_for_vendetta/_group_photos/natalie_portman2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; Evey(Natalie Portman) and V(Hugo Weaving)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://us.movies1.yimg.com/movies.yahoo.com/images/hv/photo/movie_pix/warner_brothers/andrew_lloyd_webber_s_the_phantom_of_the_opera/_group_photos/emmy_rossum2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine(Emmy Rossum) and The Phantom(Gerad Butler).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;They are usually&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Disfigured.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Love to dance.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have low sexy voice.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Charismatic, dreamy, romantic, but mysterious.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;I remembered the first time I watched Phantom of the Opera, I actually like the Phantom more than Raoul, even though he is so good looking. I guess it is the fact that he is so full of emotions and romantic. Same goes to V, who cooks, dance, charismatic, fights damm well and he speaks like a poet! =) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gosh, they are so attractive.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Easter break is next week! =) I will be going back to Singapore for a short two weeks. Meanwhile, I have got management assignment to do. I cannot wait to get back to do some shopping, spend time with my family and the boyfriend, and also catching up with my friends. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4 days left. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Adieu. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547781-114451670741855628?l=i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com/feeds/114451670741855628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547781&amp;postID=114451670741855628&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547781/posts/default/114451670741855628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547781/posts/default/114451670741855628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com/2006/04/mask-me.html' title='Mask me.'/><author><name>wanwenwanwen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547781.post-114329508205141894</id><published>2006-03-25T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T22:42:14.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing out.</title><content type='html'>Has been more than a month since I left Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loads of stuff happened back home when I was not around, like the Sec One Orientation Camp and the Sports Day. I guess that is part of me saying 'Goodbye' to my life in Singapore. Looking at the pictures from the camp, the experiences that my friends shared with, the happiness of my juniors, I wish I could be there to share the fun and to rejoice with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being part of the planning team for last year's Sec One camp was amazing. Though there were a great amount of work to be done, I enjoyed every moment of planning, managing and executing. Those two nights, planners had debreifs till about 2am, and had to wake up early to set up everything. I remember the second day of the camp last year. It was the team building day. I had six stations to patrol the whole day, making sure that everything was going accordingly to plan. After the camp, some sec 1s would just come up and talk to me, to say 'Hi'. I felt good, as I knew, in some way or other, I have made an impact on their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year's Sports Day was great. In fact, I can say that it was the best Sports Day I had. I was really pleased to get the trophy I aimed for all my secondary school life. For every race, I ran my heart out and enjoyed the whole experience. I love my relay mates as they were there to complete the race with me, and am extremely thankful to my friends cheering on me during my race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encouragements mean a lot to me. Especially when it comes to running. I often find myself running a little faster when I am with someone else. When there is someone to compete, to keep up and to enjoy the run with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During races, it feels so good to have people who cares for you, cheering loudly on the grandstand. It motivates and keeps me going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to get back. I miss sambal kangkong, laksa, Hainanese chicken rice, the dark carrot cake, Ba Chor Mee, Rojak, mummy's chicken porridge and soup, Kwan's cooking, the late night Bak Ku Teh, Yu Kee's duck rice and Whampoa's yummalicious calorious oyster omelettle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god, I am salivating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 days more.&lt;br /&gt;Adieu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547781-114329508205141894?l=i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com/feeds/114329508205141894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547781&amp;postID=114329508205141894&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547781/posts/default/114329508205141894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547781/posts/default/114329508205141894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com/2006/03/missing-out.html' title='Missing out.'/><author><name>wanwenwanwen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547781.post-114286422893148015</id><published>2006-03-20T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T22:17:09.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Campus life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4641/358/1600/CIMG1383.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4641/358/320/CIMG1383.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During long breaks, I would hang out on the lawn with my friends. The guys would perv on the girls on campus and I would just sit and enjoy the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4641/358/320/CIMG1384.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Clement and Heng Lee.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4641/358/320/CIMG1385.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Haha, they are 18 and act like 8.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4641/358/320/CIMG1397.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Daniel and Tony.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Daniel is VS runner. Tony is a rich Viet who spends every cent he has on Polo Ralph Lauren, Amarni, D&amp;G, Prada... He knows a lot more designer labels than I do! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;In Curtin, everyday is like a car show or fashion show. I see at least 4 Gucci bags, 2 Louis Vuitton and 1 Coach. The girls are mostly well dressed. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The student parking lots are always full. Sometimes they even park their cars on the field. Compared to other universities like UWA, the cars are a lot newer and nicer. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I need to do accounts homework. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Adieu.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547781-114286422893148015?l=i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com/feeds/114286422893148015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547781&amp;postID=114286422893148015&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547781/posts/default/114286422893148015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547781/posts/default/114286422893148015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com/2006/03/campus-life.html' title='Campus life.'/><author><name>wanwenwanwen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547781.post-114235151671462118</id><published>2006-03-14T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T23:51:56.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When things go wrong</title><content type='html'>I hate it whenever my brother decides to pick up a fight with me.  Especially he is suppose to be the one protecting me, it hurts so much that he decides to be mean to me over trival matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, things like that happens all the time. I may be overreacting, feeling PMS-y, being petty...whatever. But I really hates it when my brother acts as though I do not matter to him at all, especially when I do care a lot for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It kind of sucks being the only girl in the house as they tend to forget that you are a girl and tend to overlook your feelings. It sucks too, cause when things like that happens, you have got no one to cry to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547781-114235151671462118?l=i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com/feeds/114235151671462118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547781&amp;postID=114235151671462118&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547781/posts/default/114235151671462118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547781/posts/default/114235151671462118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com/2006/03/when-things-go-wrong.html' title='When things go wrong'/><author><name>wanwenwanwen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547781.post-114225826185233511</id><published>2006-03-13T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T21:57:46.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scary Day</title><content type='html'>Today, lessons ended about 4.40pm. I went to the gym after lessons and went home by public transport. I was at the Claisebrook station alone and two abroginals came and sat next to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;wanwen (Run with the wind) says:i just reach home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;wanwen (Run with the wind) says:and i was at the train station alone with 2 abroginals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;wanwen (Run with the wind) says:it was SO scary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;wanwen (Run with the wind) says:one of them talked to me about the boogeyman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;wanwen (Run with the wind) says:and the other said that he likes my necklace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;wanwen (Run with the wind) says:then, later one of them asked me for money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;wanwen (Run with the wind) says:GOD!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;wanwen (Run with the wind) says:so i had to oblige or they might rape/rob/kill me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;wanwen (Run with the wind) says:OMG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;wanwen (Run with the wind) says:OMGONG OMG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;wanwen (Run with the wind) says:and the fucking train had make me wait for 20 minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;wanwen (Run with the wind) says:it was the scariest 20 mins in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The 'you' in me says:haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;wanwen (Run with the wind) says:oh god, i could have been raped!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;wanwen (Run with the wind) says:i swear i was shaking in fear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The 'you' in me says:congrats man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The 'you' in me says:u made it out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The 'you' in me says:haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The 'you' in me says:"could"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;wanwen (Run with the wind) says:god!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The 'you' in me says:haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;wanwen (Run with the wind) says:haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The 'you' in me says:how much u give&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;wanwen (Run with the wind) says:80 cents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;wanwen (Run with the wind) says:haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;. says:...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;. says:they dun rape u for 80cents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;. says:wtf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;. says:haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;. says:jopoke of the year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;. says:joke*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;wanwen (Run with the wind) says:haha, but i was the only one at the station!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;. says:america's funniest home video man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;wanwen (Run with the wind) says:hello, anything can happen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;wanwen (Run with the wind) says:goodness!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;. says:hahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;. says:okok. says:j/king la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;wanwen (Run with the wind) says:goodness, i was so scared, the moment the train came, i went all the way to the end of the cabin where they couldn't be seen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;wanwen (Run with the wind) says:and i was so so thankful when the transit police were on the train and when they caught them without tickets, they were chased out the train.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;wanwen (Run with the wind) says:my god. what a relief.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;. says:sound super narative leh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;. says:did u get an exclusive report on the front page of the newspaper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;. says:haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;wanwen (Run with the wind) says:haha, i've got a essay test on thursday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;wanwen (Run with the wind) says:haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;. says:o.o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So mean of him to laugh at my plight. =X &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adieu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547781-114225826185233511?l=i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com/feeds/114225826185233511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547781&amp;postID=114225826185233511&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547781/posts/default/114225826185233511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547781/posts/default/114225826185233511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com/2006/03/scary-day.html' title='Scary Day'/><author><name>wanwenwanwen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547781.post-114164239747958786</id><published>2006-03-08T01:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T01:18:11.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Introduction</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4641/358/1600/CIMG1305.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="259" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4641/358/320/CIMG1305.jpg" width="344" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These are three of the five guys I am living with now. From left, Daryl, Me, Alvin and Ken, my younger brother. (I know all of them look spastic. I just hope that I would not turn up like them.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have known Daryl and Alvin since forever so they are just like my brothers. But Alvin is sure one annoying asshole. And we all LOVE making fun of him as he is not exactly what we would call tall. Haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Daryl is just a normal ACS boy. If you know how the typical ACS boys are like, there you go.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ken, my brother. Sometimes I think he is retarded. He has a wicked sense of humour. He would come up with all sort of smart aleck comebacks and make me feel stupid cause I tell crappy jokes. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The other guys are Darren, Daryl's elder brother and my guardian and Clement, a new friend. Darren, like Daryl was also another ACS boy. He is currently doing his Masters in UWA, can cook and also has a wicked sense of humour. He is so funny I think he should be a stand-up comedian. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Clement is the son of Daryl's dad's friend. He is 18 years old currently and is in taking the same course as me-Commercial Studies. So we go to school together, attend the same class, have the same friends... You get the idea. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="265" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4641/358/320/CIMG1391.0.jpg" width="338" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is my room. I know it's REALLY messy. I don't really like making my bed. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The furniture in my room are all from Ikea. I love my bedsheets and my 3 pillows. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;--- &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I joined Alvin for his school, Guildford Grammar School's Annual Ball at the Sheraton Perth Hotel last thursday. Ken and Daryl were also there with their dates Amelia and Mich respectively. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4641/358/320/CIMG1337.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;From left, Me, Yulin, Amelia, Caroline, Mich.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4641/358/320/CIMG1340.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;From left, Daryl, Ken, Seb(he is shy.), Alvin and Issak. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Yulin is Issak's girl, Amelia went with Ken, Caroline went with Seb and Mich went with Daryl. We all went to the ball in a limosine. When I say limosine, I mean those you see in Hollywood movies. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 359px; HEIGHT: 205px" height="205" src="http://rds.yahoo.com/S=96062883/K=limousine/v=2/SID=w/l=IVS/;_ylt=A0Je5xcUuQ1E8uoAfYKjzbkF;_ylu=X3oDMTA4NDgyNWN0BHNlYwNwcm9m/SIG=14ksit79e/EXP=1141836436/*-http%3A//www.laughingcamel.com.au/limousines-limos-bus-coach/gold_coast_wedding_limousines/accent_stretch_limousines/limousine.jpg" width="495" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I really meant the kickass limo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 399px; HEIGHT: 214px" height="164" src="http://rds.yahoo.com/S=96062883/K=mercedes+e+class/v=2/SID=w/l=IVS/;_ylt=A0Je5qfMuQ1EbmsAdG.jzbkF;_ylu=X3oDMTA4NDgyNWN0BHNlYwNwcm9m/SIG=136qubdl4/EXP=1141836620/*-http%3A//www.luxurycarhireindia.com/luxury-car-rental/gifs/mercedes-benz-e-class.jpg" width="337" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Not this kind of limosines in Singapore.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4641/358/320/CIMG1320.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;See how excited Ben Lee is.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Oh anyway, I reckon Ben Lee is mad. Really. He swears like nobody's business. I can hear at least 2 'Fuck' or 'KNN', 'CCB' every minute. Honestly, I cannot stand him. He makes the hair on my back stand. He sacres the daylight out of me. There was once I heard him on the phone with his girlfriend. He told his girlfriend to bear him more kids. In my head, I went, 'WHAT IS SO WRONG WITH YOU???' &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Anyway, the ball was great. It was better than my prom night in terms of the atmosphere and music, but it would be better if I had better company. The boys didn't want to dance, it was only me, Caroline and Mich. So it was not a lot of fun actually. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4641/358/320/CIMG1362.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ken and me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4641/358/320/CIMG1347.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Alvin and me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;---&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I do not have lessons tomorrow, but will be going to take my driver theory test. I had lessons from 9 to 5 today and I am totally shagged. Going to rest.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Adieu.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547781-114164239747958786?l=i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com/feeds/114164239747958786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547781&amp;postID=114164239747958786&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547781/posts/default/114164239747958786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547781/posts/default/114164239747958786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com/2006/03/introduction.html' title='Introduction'/><author><name>wanwenwanwen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547781.post-114148914041044447</id><published>2006-03-05T00:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T00:19:00.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>I have never thought that I could miss anyone so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547781-114148914041044447?l=i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com/feeds/114148914041044447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547781&amp;postID=114148914041044447&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547781/posts/default/114148914041044447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547781/posts/default/114148914041044447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com/2006/03/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>wanwenwanwen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547781.post-114113300460724483</id><published>2006-02-28T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T20:14:53.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello there</title><content type='html'>Nah, I did not die from the plane crash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perth's lovely. It is the summer here and so the heat is really bothering me. Today's temperature is 36 degrees clesius, but thank god I stayed indoors most of the time today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last tuesday, it was a high 39 degrees and I guess because I am still not used to the summer yet, I fell sick. My temperature shot to meet the day's highest temperature and I felt so miserable. It really sucks being sick and being away from your loved ones. I was homesick as well, so I just cried and cried throughout the whole night. I miss my mum, my dad, sexyxiang, Kwan, conan, my bed, my aircon, the pool, shopping in Orchard Road, mummy's soup, laksa, channel 8 and my life in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this is part and parcel of being abroad. I haven't been away from my parents for more than 2 weeks, I do not want to behave like a baby but I was so tempeted to call them and ask them to stay with me for a couple of weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my life in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curtin is great. It is so bloody big that I have to walk for 10 minutes to get from one class to another. I am joining the gym, yoga, bellydancing and maybe fencing. Ken says fencing is cool. I am still deciding. There is a guild in Curtin and you can get special offers if you present your Guild membership. Isn't that cool? Especially when food from the cafeteria is so bloody expensive. A small serving of pasta costs like 7 bucks, bottle of Light Coke costs $2.40. Do not forget the exchange rate of 1.2. Damm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the television programmes on Fox 8. There is South Park, The Family Guy, The Simpsons and truckloads of other great TV programmes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you guys so much. Take care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adieu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547781-114113300460724483?l=i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com/feeds/114113300460724483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547781&amp;postID=114113300460724483&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547781/posts/default/114113300460724483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547781/posts/default/114113300460724483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com/2006/02/hello-there.html' title='Hello there'/><author><name>wanwenwanwen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547781.post-113984954352503605</id><published>2006-02-13T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T15:10:58.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell</title><content type='html'>While I am typing this, Amanda is probably on the plane now, flying any moment soon. I went to the airport just now to send her off. Met Conan ealier for gym, had dinner and later went on a long journey from Choa Chu Kang to Changi Airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4641/358/320/CIMG1273.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Did I say that we love to photo-whore?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4641/358/320/CIMG1275.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We were so bored!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Conan told me stupid jokes like &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;"Which planet does gays love?"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Erm, Venus?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;"No, Uranus(Your anus)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;"-_-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Anyway, I have not been to the Changi Airport MRT station before. So I was quite surprised by the design of the station. Beautiful lights and everything.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4641/358/320/CIMG1277.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4641/358/320/CIMG1279.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4641/358/320/CIMG1278.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I love long escalator rides. =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Saying goodbye from somewhere you have been all your life is not easy. Amanda, Jacinda, Shan Ling and Elvany have all left. Next should be me. I am looking forward to my new life in Perth, but I am going to miss my life here. To me, it is like moving onto a new step of my life. To receive the O level results on friday marks the end of my secondary school life. Well, it is time for me to move on acadamically and to a new environment. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;On friday, before reaching the school, I have already received information from Conan that I did well for my O level.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;"Wen, You qualify for JC!!!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;"OH MY GOD!!! ARE YOU SERIOUS???"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I went on 'OMG-ing'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;He reassured me that it was not another sick joke and I was ecstatic. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Mr Lee handed me the result slip and I was so happy that I cried. Bloody hell, my A math results went from a ugly F9 to a decent B3!!! Miss Kit Lee called me 'A Success Story'. It is my very first time passing A math! I got my distinction for E math and I was so grateful to Miss Poh. As promised, I gave her a huge hug. Man, I love that woman! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I remembered after my physics paper, I felt so lousy doing the paper and I thought I was going to fail after putting in so much effort. After completing the Blue and Red Book of Physics, after all the tuitions at Mr Lee's place, the early morning to late night slogging. I felt so much despair. Even I got a C5 for Physics, I am happy enough as I used to score F9s. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Honestly, I have not felt so much gratitude to anybody till that day I saw the results. To Mr Lee, Miss Poh, Mrs Chan, Miss Lee and the other teachers. Also not forgetting my friends who were there all the while to help and enourage me. Frederick, Shu Ming, Erwin, Hao Quan, Jackie and the others... Always ready to render assistance and being so patient. Goodness, I miss slogging for the O levels. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;4 days left.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Adieu.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547781-113984954352503605?l=i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com/feeds/113984954352503605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547781&amp;postID=113984954352503605&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547781/posts/default/113984954352503605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547781/posts/default/113984954352503605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com/2006/02/farewell.html' title='Farewell'/><author><name>wanwenwanwen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547781.post-113946714661448690</id><published>2006-02-09T12:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T14:42:11.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No luck with Cupid?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4641/358/1600/200013006-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4641/358/320/200013006-001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is in the air. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This is the time when the cash registers of the restaurants, hotels and florists can be heard ringing. I was flipping through a magazine and 90 percent of the ads and articles were all about Valentine's Day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Man, my heart goes out to those who are single.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; What can you do if you are Single, Available and Desperate (SAD)?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1. Call chat lines and make some 'new friends'. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.thewritersmentor.com/images/Chat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. Ladies, be thankful as you do not have to gain weight from all the chocolates and guys, be happy that you do not have to buy roses/take your girlfriend out for an expensive and overpriced dinner. You can buy a new Xbox 360 with all that cash!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. Adopt a kid. Brat Pitt may come knocking on your door.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. Get high on alcohol and go to bed. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. Search for a mail order bride.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;---&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I remember six years ago in primary school, I received this heart shaped box of M&amp;Ms and a love note from this classmate of mine. I was turning twelve then. If I am not wrong, his name is Darius Sim. That day, he asked a friend of his(some boy I did not like) to pass me that box of M&amp;amp;Ms. It was pretty scary to me then. In class, I was his tutor for maths as he was very weak in that subject. Maths period was the only time I spoke to him. I know it is mean, but that box of M&amp;M ended up in the bin, unopened. Man, that broke his heart. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think, Valentine's Day is somehow too commercialised. Overpriced roses, dinner packages... However, I think it is also a day to be thankful that you have someone special who cares and loves you. Thing is, you don't need to wait till the 14th of Feb to pamper your girlfriend with roses and candlenight dinner or to bare your feelings to the one you love. Do it &lt;strong&gt;now&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now that Kwan is in the army, I would probably be spending Valentine's Day with a few friends or with my family. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;---&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Guys I would want to date if I am unattached.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. Joshua Ang&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img height="451" src="http://www.inotstupid.com.sg/inotstupid2/images/sub/photogallery/moviestill/portrait/54.JPG" width="338" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;God-dammed cute. His bad-boy image makes him look so uh-irresistible. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. Chad Michael Murray&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img height="333" src="http://sg.wrs.yahoo.com/_ylt=A0Je5abf3epDOjIBU8Qu4gt.;_ylu=X3oDMTA4NDgyNWN0BHNlYwNwcm9m/SIG=14qpeoc48/EXP=1139552095/**http%3a//us.movies1.yimg.com/movies.yahoo.com/images/hv/photo/movie_pix/warner_brothers/house_of_wax/chad_michael_murray/houseofwax4.jpg" width="221" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Don't you just want a piece of him? From the Prince Charming in 'Cinderella Story' to the bad-boy hero in 'House of Wax'. Man, this guy is sure sexy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;3. Oliver Goh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img height="174" src="http://sg.wrs.yahoo.com/_ylt=A0Je5aZn4upDG1EBeAcu4gt.;_ylu=X3oDMTA4NDgyNWN0BHNlYwNwcm9m/SIG=12i0oui61/EXP=1139553255/**http%3a//outhouserag.typepad.com/outhouserag/images/stickman.JPG" width="175" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Sorry. This is not Oliver, but a poor substitute for him as I do not have his picture. One of the head prefects in school, super tall, tanned, good looking, great bod, sports man, great leader, popular, polite, smart... The list goes on. Every teenage girl's fantasy. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Oh well, day dreaming again. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Adieu. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547781-113946714661448690?l=i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com/feeds/113946714661448690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547781&amp;postID=113946714661448690&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547781/posts/default/113946714661448690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547781/posts/default/113946714661448690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com/2006/02/no-luck-with-cupid.html' title='No luck with Cupid?'/><author><name>wanwenwanwen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547781.post-113932725862547122</id><published>2006-02-07T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T23:47:38.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The horror</title><content type='html'>Chinese New Year. Went around visiting my relatives, friends and teachers and got &lt;strong&gt;fat &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;fat&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;fat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a guide to calorie-counting for Chinese New Year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 peice of &lt;em&gt;bak kwa&lt;/em&gt; --- 230 Cal&lt;br /&gt;1 pineapple tart---80 Cal&lt;br /&gt;1 love letter---55 Cal&lt;br /&gt;1 slice of &lt;em&gt;kueh lapis&lt;/em&gt;---150 Cal&lt;br /&gt;1 mandarin orange---50 Cal&lt;br /&gt;1 piece of &lt;em&gt;kueh bangkit&lt;/em&gt;---25 Cal&lt;br /&gt;1 portion of &lt;em&gt;Yu Sheng&lt;/em&gt;---560 Cal&lt;br /&gt;1 spicy shrimp roll---72 Cal&lt;br /&gt;1 peanut cookie---57 Cal&lt;br /&gt;2 pieces of prawn crackers---98&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh. I have sinned so much that I should be burnt in hell. I went to learn baking pineapple tarts two weeks before the new year. So when the batch of cookies turned out bad, my auntie would stuff it into my mouth. Shit. She is so not helping me. I know I had a lot of &lt;em&gt;kueh bangkit&lt;/em&gt;. It is my favourite CNY goody, followed by &lt;em&gt;kueh baluh&lt;/em&gt; and love letters. During the New Year, I had yu sheng at least thrice I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;3x560= One freaking thousand six hundred and bloody eighty calories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am going to redeem myself by burning the extra fat/calories. So lately, I have been to the gym and been running a little more. But damm, I feel that I have been becoming weaker. My knees are giving me loads of problems. I am also doing a lot of swimming. With the exercise and a proper diet, hopefully I will get to lose the weight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;Went online just now and Wei Chong came and talk to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;─━★☆ chong! says:&lt;br /&gt;im hot&lt;br /&gt;wanwen says:&lt;br /&gt;i'm hotter&lt;br /&gt;wanwen says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;─━★☆ chong! says:&lt;br /&gt;yar&lt;br /&gt;─━★☆ chong! says:&lt;br /&gt;haix&lt;br /&gt;─━★☆ chong! says:&lt;br /&gt;positive positive&lt;br /&gt;─━★☆ chong! says:&lt;br /&gt;wad to do&lt;br /&gt;wanwen says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;─━★☆ chong! says:&lt;br /&gt;hahax&lt;br /&gt;─━★☆ chong! says:&lt;br /&gt;sian leh&lt;br /&gt;─━★☆ chong! says:&lt;br /&gt;go yr hse bai nian la&lt;br /&gt;─━★☆ chong! says:&lt;br /&gt;lemme win back all my money&lt;br /&gt;wanwen says:&lt;br /&gt;haha. when?&lt;br /&gt;─━★☆ chong! im hungry! says:&lt;br /&gt;tml tml&lt;br /&gt;wanwen says:&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;wanwen says:&lt;br /&gt;nah&lt;br /&gt;─━★☆ chong! im hungry! says:&lt;br /&gt;WHY!~&lt;br /&gt;wanwen says:&lt;br /&gt;on friday la&lt;br /&gt;─━★☆ chong! im hungry! says:&lt;br /&gt;SIAO&lt;br /&gt;─━★☆ chong! im hungry! says:&lt;br /&gt;if resultx not good you go hell find me&lt;br /&gt;─━★☆ chong! im hungry! says:&lt;br /&gt;hahax&lt;br /&gt;wanwen says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.. me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damm. The O level results will be out on this friday. Although it is not going to affect me greatly, but I still feel the anxiety and fear of failing. I studied so hard the past few years for this moment. But what is done is already done, I can only wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 days.&lt;br /&gt;Adieu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547781-113932725862547122?l=i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com/feeds/113932725862547122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547781&amp;postID=113932725862547122&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547781/posts/default/113932725862547122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547781/posts/default/113932725862547122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com/2006/02/horror.html' title='The horror'/><author><name>wanwenwanwen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547781.post-113845385031211928</id><published>2006-01-28T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T21:10:50.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY 2006</title><content type='html'>With the Chinese New Year around the corner, my dad decided to renovate the house a little. I haven't been resting well lately. Waking up early in the morning to move stuff around the house, doing &lt;strong&gt;major&lt;/strong&gt; spring cleaning at home. Well, at least that's good for me as I have got loads of stuff to clear. After the cleaning, my room seems so much neater, but empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4641/358/320/CIMG1092.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Okay, considering that I am a messy person, this is quite neat already.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Yesterday, I went back to school to visit the teachers and to see my friends. Goodness, it has been such a long time since I saw them. Wei Joe, Vanessa, Samuel, Erwin and Jian Yong are now in ACJC, and when I saw them, they began filling me with information about ACJC. Like how &lt;strong&gt;cute&lt;/strong&gt; the guys are there, how tough the PE is, how cool the facilities there are. They even have a sauna and steambath. Haha, I even heard that Vanessa goes to the swimming pool after school to check out the water polo players. After that, we went to SIM to have lunch. My god, I miss the chicken cream pasta SO much, to my disappointment, they sold out the chicken cream pasta. Damm, I MUST have it before leaving the country. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I went down to the lawyer's office to get my visa done and after that went shoppping for the house with my mum. These few days, I have been running errands for my mum. Doing a lot of shopping for the new year. I also tried my hands on pineapple tarts. They turned out not bad, but I did not let it cool enough thus it grew some fungus and I had to dump them. Bloody hell, wasted my whole afternoon. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Chinese New Year means &lt;s&gt;collecting lots of &lt;em&gt;ang pows&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/s&gt;, gathering with the family and catch up with each other. Not to mention, pineapple tarts,&lt;em&gt; ba kwa&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;kueh bankit, &lt;/em&gt;love letters. Have to watch what I am stuffing into my mouth. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I got my new clothes two days ago. A black &lt;em&gt;cheongsam&lt;/em&gt; with fuschia and lime green trimmings. Bought a pair of fuschia killer heels from lulu to match. The heels were such a steal. Got it at $84 after a 50% off. Heh, I can never resist a steal like that. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Enjoy the Chinese New Year and have a great year! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Gong Xi Fa Cai!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547781-113845385031211928?l=i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com/feeds/113845385031211928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547781&amp;postID=113845385031211928&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547781/posts/default/113845385031211928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547781/posts/default/113845385031211928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com/2006/01/cny-2006.html' title='CNY 2006'/><author><name>wanwenwanwen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547781.post-113768943460588415</id><published>2006-01-20T00:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T13:34:23.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saying Goodbyes</title><content type='html'>Had a chat with Aufar. He is leaving Singapore for overseas studies too. Like me, he has been dreaming of studying overseas for a long time. Only when Dream comes true, I wish I have never made that wish at all. I hate saying 'Goodbye'. Sometimes, thinking of leaving my friends, family, Kwan, my life, Everything behind here just makes me tear. It is not easy to let go of the sixteen years of my life here. All the fun, joy, laughters and tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kwan is entering the army. No worries, as I will be seeing him soon. But not for long tho. It is okay, Absence makes the heart yonder. It scares me, how quickly we are to be seperated as we got together. Definately going to miss a lot of things. Being with him, cooking, running, long walks, him reading me poems, discussing about recipes on the bus, having meals, spending time with his family, bollywood dancing and loads more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so going to miss him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adieu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547781-113768943460588415?l=i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com/feeds/113768943460588415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547781&amp;postID=113768943460588415&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547781/posts/default/113768943460588415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547781/posts/default/113768943460588415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com/2006/01/saying-goodbyes.html' title='Saying Goodbyes'/><author><name>wanwenwanwen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547781.post-113664378413904558</id><published>2006-01-07T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T22:28:15.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paula's 18th Birthday</title><content type='html'>According to the Filipino traditions, when a girl turns 18, it is the time when she is ready to enter society and is available for marriage. It is also the day when she is truly a princess for the day.&lt;br /&gt;It is true. When I attended Paula's 18th birthday on the 6th of Jan, she was truly The Princess. On the eve of her birthday, I was at her place, doing a crash course of waltz. I had to learn the waltz as I am part of her 18 candles. Traditionally, 18 roses(the males) and 18 candles(the ladies) would start the ball by waltzing, followed by the debutante and her escort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived at the YWCA in a rush. Dressed in my OBS polo tee and my running shorts, hair in a mess, without makeup, I managed to get changed, makeup and look presentable in 10 minutes. Ha, now that's an acheivement. =) After that, I rushed to the ballroom and joined the rest for a last minute rehearsal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went to the buffet table. There was this particular thing that caught my eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4641/358/320/CIMG0949.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Chocolate Fondue!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Boy, I went nuts when I saw this! With trays of strawberries, grapes, kiwis, marshmallows and biscuits!!! I parked myself at that table, stuffing chocolate coated strawberries into my mouth. Until Conan have to remind me of my diet. Oops. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4641/358/320/CIMG0953.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Photo-whoring. And Conan just HAD to give us the finger. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4641/358/320/CIMG0963.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Haha, sometimes we like to act retarded.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4641/358/320/CIMG0977.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4641/358/320/CIMG0997.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;How sweet. =) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4641/358/320/CIMG0999.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Conan the barbarian with huge boobs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4641/358/320/CIMG0979.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Paula dancing with one of the 18 roses.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4641/358/320/CIMG0982.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The 18 candles giving a little speech to Paula.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;After that, the 18 ladies lit up the 18 candles we were holding and stood around the debutante, then she went around the 18 ladies and blew the candles. Quite a special moment I feel. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4641/358/320/CIMG1014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://us.movies1.yimg.com/movies.yahoo.com/images/hv/photo/movie_pix/twentieth_century_fox/mr__and_mrs__smith/_group_photos/brad_pitt4.jpg" align="middle" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;You know, somehow it's just wrong. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4641/358/320/CIMG1019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Assumptionites.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4641/358/320/CIMG0996.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now, this is really annoying. People bringing alcohol into the party to drink/show off/get drunk when they are not even of age. Like please, if you want to drink, don't get yourself drunk and puke over the place. Especially you are not even 18. Goodness. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now, how is myt 18th birthday going to be like? =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Till the next time. Adieu. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547781-113664378413904558?l=i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com/feeds/113664378413904558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547781&amp;postID=113664378413904558&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547781/posts/default/113664378413904558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547781/posts/default/113664378413904558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com/2006/01/paulas-18th-birthday.html' title='Paula&apos;s 18th Birthday'/><author><name>wanwenwanwen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547781.post-113620732738730194</id><published>2006-01-02T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T01:18:38.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My new year resoultions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;u&gt;My 2006 New Year resolutions&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Lose weight and get fit!!! (49 Kg)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Go to the gym more often.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Learn to cook more dishes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Save more money.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Stop spending/splurging/shopping so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Be focused.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Eat more vegs/fruits.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Pick up a new skill/language.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;My new year's eve was pretty nice. Attended a wedding dinner and later met Conan at the Esplanade. The crowd was so &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Huge. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It was as though one-quarter of Singapore's population was down at the Esplanade. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4641/358/320/CIMG0862.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4641/358/320/CIMG0859.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Conan and I photo-whoring.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We later met up with Charline through the mad crowd before the final stroke of midnight. We squeezed through the crowd and watched the fireworks. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4641/358/320/CIMG0869.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4641/358/320/CIMG0876.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4641/358/320/CIMG0882.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4641/358/320/CIMG0918.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I remember saying that I love the nightview of Singapore. Especially at the Esplanade. Nevermind that I was not there with my beau, but I was there admiring the view with my buddy Conan and Charline. That's good enough. =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4641/358/320/CIMG0926.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;=)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;After that, we found the rest of the people. Shu Ming, Jacinda, Wei Joe, Nicole, Gabriel and Hian Chong. We also saw Wei Boon and some of the juniors from 2/2(2005). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4641/358/320/CIMG0938.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The girls&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4641/358/320/CIMG0948.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;See what Xiaxue has to &lt;a href="http://xiaxue.blogspot.com/2006/01/ladies-and-gentlemen-i-present-to-you.html"&gt;say&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Have a wonderful 2006 and all the best to you. =) Take care my friends. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Adieu.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547781-113620732738730194?l=i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com/feeds/113620732738730194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547781&amp;postID=113620732738730194&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547781/posts/default/113620732738730194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547781/posts/default/113620732738730194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-new-year-resoultions.html' title='My new year resoultions'/><author><name>wanwenwanwen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547781.post-113491825654194253</id><published>2005-12-18T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T13:37:25.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>Has been a million years since I've blogged. I am currently working for my mum now. Shall not bore you of my work life as it's extremely dull. Just think of Conan and I playing snake and ladder during work time and you will get the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graduation night was wonderful. Everyone looked fantastic. Pictures are in the album, just take a look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My flight is confirmed. Leaving on the 17th of Feb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4641/358/320/CIMG0796.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am actually feeling very confused about this thing. Like initially, I wanted to leave because I felt that my life kinda sucked. Like everything around me is so depressing. But now, I do not feel that way anymore. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There's not many days left till 17th Feb. My goodness.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;----&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here are some random pictures.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4641/358/320/CIMG0782.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Alex says 'Hi'.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4641/358/320/CIMG0783.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;One of my ten million cousins, Louis.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4641/358/320/CIMG0784.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Haha, this. Conan dared me to walk around Orchard Road with a sanitary pad stucked on my ass. Oh my god, I stucked it on my butt and stood at the fence there and laughed my head off. In the end, I chickened out. Ha, there is NO way I am freaking walking around town with a pad on my ass. Bloody hell.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Adieu.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547781-113491825654194253?l=i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com/feeds/113491825654194253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547781&amp;postID=113491825654194253&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547781/posts/default/113491825654194253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547781/posts/default/113491825654194253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com/2005/12/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>wanwenwanwen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547781.post-113327853299350299</id><published>2005-11-29T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T13:35:10.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye</title><content type='html'>Miss Tan Choh Hoon, my sec 2 science teacher passed away on the 23rd November. I was on the beach with my friends that afternoon when I heard the news from Conan. It came to me quite a shock as I was hoping that she would be able to last till next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few months ago before my prelims, I went to visit her along with some friends. We sang hymns, prayed for her, talked to her. It was really heartbreaking to see her suffering like that. But when I heard about her death, I knew that God has taken her home and she is going to be eased of her pain and sufferings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the next day after her passing, I went to her wake with lots of friends from sec 4. Along the way, we met a few groups of sec 3 students. We were waiting outside the Singapore Casket at about 11.30, half and hour before the wake starts. When we entered the hall, the coffin was already in there. The room was so quiet that you can hear a pin drop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to pay our respect and prayed for her. The atmosphere was so sombre. I saw one of the lady that took care of Miss Tan and talked to her a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know how I am feeling, but I know that it's time that I start appreciating people around me. Especially my parents, I don't want to wait till it is their time is up and I start slapping myself for not telling them how much they mean to me. I did not tell Miss Tan how much I appreciated her until I saw her suffer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;On the 26th, it was Miss Cat Lee's wedding. I went to her ceremony. Lots of Assumptionites were there too. Saw some teachers like Mr Chow and Miss Poh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4641/358/320/CIMG0570.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Vanessa and Me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4641/358/320/CIMG0574.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4641/358/320/CIMG0578.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4641/358/320/CIMG0583.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Aww...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4641/358/320/CIMG0590.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;When I get my A1 for E math, I will tell Miss Poh how much I am in love with her.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4641/358/320/CIMG0588.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The bunch of us.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Heh, Grad Night is tomrrow. Going to get my beauty sleep. Can't wait. =) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Adieu.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547781-113327853299350299?l=i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com/feeds/113327853299350299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547781&amp;postID=113327853299350299&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547781/posts/default/113327853299350299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547781/posts/default/113327853299350299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com/2005/11/goodbye.html' title='Goodbye'/><author><name>wanwenwanwen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547781.post-113241287122803570</id><published>2005-11-19T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T13:36:48.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Over just like that</title><content type='html'>Finally, my O level examination is &lt;strong&gt;OVER&lt;/strong&gt;. Can hardly believe that after my four years of education in AES is over like that. After studying for 2 years, the exam is over in 2 weeks. The first week of exam was fun. I enjoyed doing the paper, especially E math. If I am hoping for an A1, it would be E maths. English, Social Studies, History was fine. A math was easier than I expected, this A math paper BETTER be the one that I pass for the first time. Physics sucked, I put in all my efforts into physics the past few months and I still do not understand why I cannot do it. I am tired of putting in effort and nothing comes out of it. After the physics papers, I broke down and thought of another alternative. Well, that is to try for the Chemistry paper. I was skeptical. I have not touched Chemistry for at least 3 weeks, unless you count that time I threw all my chemistry stuff at a corner of my room. Lol. So, I tried for Chemistry. Thank god for Shu Ming, Frederick and Hao Quan for teaching me on friday in about 4 hours. They crammed everything I needed to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Big THANK YOU to you guys!!! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When I took that paper, I regretted not studying earlier, if I did, I am sure that I can do better than I have done. That paper was easy. After the last paper(chemistry), everyone were like 'YAY!!!!!' or 'YES!!!! YES!!!!!'. Or some obstreperous people will be jumping around like elephants thinking that they are bunnies. Haha, something funny happened. Wei Joe lied on the floor and said 'Urgh, I've got no purpose in life anymore.' It looked really comical, ha. But I do agree with him on that statement. After a year of slogging for the O's, I am used to the jittery of O levels, but now that it is over, I feel quite lost. Like a part of me just vanished. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After that, I went to Paula's place with Van, Asha, Edwin and Conan. It was Edwin's brithday so we celebrated his sweet sixteen with him. We went to the playground to play. We played tag at first and later we played the Animal game. I think we were laughing too loud, there was this somebody who threw a bag of water down from his flat. We were like 'OH MY GOD'. We left after that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;On saturday, I met Vanessa to tan at Sentosa. Had been a REALLY time since I have been to the beach.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4641/358/320/CIMG0415.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Beautiful Sentosa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4641/358/320/CIMG0416.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Van and me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4641/358/320/CIMG0417.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Chilling on the beach &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;After tanning for 3 to 4 hours, we took a shower and left. We met Wei Chong and Ivan on the way out to Sentosa. Ivan was supposed to go to a friend's brithday party but she left. So he and Wei Chong were carrying this cake and were unsure of what to do with it. We went to the hawker centre at the interchange to have lunch. We pretended that it was Vanessa's and my brithday so we blew and candles and sang 'Happy Birthday'. Lol. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4641/358/320/CIMG0438.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Blowing the candle&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;After that, we left Wei Chong and Ivan for town. At town, we saw this 6 year old busker. He was drumming away like a pro. Many of you must have heard of him or seen him on the streets of Orchard Road. He is Ethan Ong and he is real talented!!! When we were there, it was his 5 minutes break, he was listening to a piece of music that he was supposed to play. Apparently, it was his first time listening to it and after 5 minutes, he was playing it like a pro. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4641/358/320/CIMG0444.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Ethan drumming&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We met Conan, Edwin and Shan Ling in town and went shopping. I bought Edwin his brithday present. I have lots of friends having their birthday in November and I need to do some shopping. I bought two pairs of Havaianas, a t-shirt that says 'Asian Wonder Woman' from New Urban Male. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4641/358/320/CIMG0474.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;That's me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We met the boys from school at heeren. Alfy, Damien, John Paul, Moses, Ameer, Reynold and Benedict. Alfy bought his blazer for the grad night. After that, we went to Far East Plaza. On the way there, we were mesmerised by the lightings for Christmas. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4641/358/320/CIMG0450.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4641/358/320/CIMG0454.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4641/358/320/CIMG0457.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Edwin, me and Van&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Along the way to Far East Plaza, we saw Steven Lim. That infamous William Hung Wannabe-Yellow Trunks Singapore Idol Stripper-Street Eyebrow Plucker. Haha, I was so happy that I had my camera with me, so I went up to him and ask if I can take a picture with him. I almost lied to him that I am a fan of his. hahaha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4641/358/320/CIMG0470.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Steven Lim and the Wonder Woman.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;At Far East, we printed out photos and walked around the shopping centre. There were quite a few new shops there. Reminded me how long I have not been to Far East. Best thing of the day was that we saw Olinda-one of the Singapore idols. She seemed to have really lost weight. So we went up to her and ask to take a picture with her. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4641/358/320/CIMG0472.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Shit, I blinked. =( &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;After that, I went to meet my mum at Wisma Atria and continued shopping. Darn, my legs were aching from walking the whole day. Bought another Roxy tee and Paul Frank shorts. My day ended well. =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Take care!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547781-113241287122803570?l=i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com/feeds/113241287122803570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547781&amp;postID=113241287122803570&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547781/posts/default/113241287122803570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547781/posts/default/113241287122803570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com/2005/11/over-just-like-that.html' title='Over just like that'/><author><name>wanwenwanwen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547781.post-113189166295490041</id><published>2005-11-13T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T22:21:02.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my piano</title><content type='html'>It has been a really long time since I have played the piano.&lt;br /&gt;Just now, I kept playing my favourite piece (Marriage  D'Amour - Richard Clayderman) over and over again and realised how much I missed practicing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;5 more days... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547781-113189166295490041?l=i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com/feeds/113189166295490041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547781&amp;postID=113189166295490041&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547781/posts/default/113189166295490041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547781/posts/default/113189166295490041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com/2005/11/my-piano.html' title='my piano'/><author><name>wanwenwanwen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547781.post-113179709348588556</id><published>2005-11-12T19:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T20:04:53.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my favourite place</title><content type='html'>Last night, I was on my way home on the car. I was on the highway where I saw the most breathtaking view of Singapore. Sadly, my camera was not with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the nightview of the Singapore River. You can see The Fullerton, the Esplanade, and the other skyscrapers in Shenton Way. I love the twinkling of the lights from the building, I love how majestic the Fullerton looks. How nice is it to take a boat ride in the river with someone special...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the O level is here already. I took my English, E Math and Social Studies paper already. Thank god I studied Venice, or I definately cannot do any other essay questions. English was alright, and I am really happy about E Math. In paper 1, I think I have lost about 4 marks already and paper 2, was really easy. I am hoping for an A1 for E Math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week, I will be taking A Math, Physics and History.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;6 more days till it's ALL OVER...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't wait ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547781-113179709348588556?l=i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com/feeds/113179709348588556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547781&amp;postID=113179709348588556&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547781/posts/default/113179709348588556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547781/posts/default/113179709348588556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com/2005/11/my-favourite-place.html' title='my favourite place'/><author><name>wanwenwanwen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547781.post-113093348965529199</id><published>2005-11-02T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T20:11:29.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>drawing really near</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;5 days to O level and 17 more days till I can have FUN..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait seriously(for the O level to end). After the exam, I can then have real fun!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss shopping, sun tanning on the beach, sentosa, watching the sun set at sentosa, watching movies, having fun, holidaying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss having REAL fun. Going out without feeling guilty of not studying.. My goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please!!! Let pass &lt;u&gt;quickly&lt;/u&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547781-113093348965529199?l=i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com/feeds/113093348965529199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547781&amp;postID=113093348965529199&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547781/posts/default/113093348965529199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547781/posts/default/113093348965529199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com/2005/11/drawing-really-near.html' title='drawing really near'/><author><name>wanwenwanwen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547781.post-112997478936894159</id><published>2005-10-22T17:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T19:00:46.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation</title><content type='html'>Seemed like yesterday when I stepped into AES. I had a mixed feeling coming into the school. With a PSLE aggregrate of only 225. I was unsure of where to go. St Marg. was my first choice. I love their cute green polka dotted dress and the all girls enviroment as I was not very sure about the opposite sex then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first entered AES, I thought that I was going to have a bleak future. I am going to become a juvenile delinquient. Goodness, I can even remember being ashamed of going home on the bus as all the schools around my estate was the top notch schools like Nanyang Girls High, Chinese High School, Hwa Chong JC and the National JC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my first day of school, I entered the Ladies. The lights were not on and it was dark in there. I played with the switches, but nothing worked. As time was running out, I walked into the toilet. Suddenly, the lights came and I was shocked. Then, I did not know that there were such thing as sensor. Lol, how dumb. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went home after school everyday during my sec 1 days. I was known for being really quiet or as an introvert. I did not have a lot of friends and I had this stupid crush on Conan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I entered my second year and got to know Conan better, I found him very stingy. Not my kind of guys, so I did not like him anymore. Conan, thought stingy, but he's a great guy. I would not have what I have today without him. Without his crappy and perverted jokes, I would not have become the outgoing person I am today. Without Conan appointing me as the class's Vice-Chairperson, I would not have been able to have the confidence and would not be able to unleash my leadership qualities. With this, I was also nominated for the Student Council which led me to greater heights. Conan also got me to join Track. Then, I was getting sick of the silly stuff that we do in Girl Guides. Guiding was not my cup of tea, I felt irritated and felt out of place during the meetings and I found it too girlish for me. I need challenges and thus Conan introduced me to Track.  &lt;strong&gt;Thank You Conan. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Track and Field provided a series of challenges and a group of friends I never regreted making. I loved the crappy jokes Adil made everytime he was there for training. I loved how my body ached after a tough training because I knew that I put in my 110% into the training. I loved the smell of the track, the sweat running down my head when I ran, the rush of adrenaline through my head. I miss Mr Tok's breifings after every training. I loved looking forward for trainings every monday, wednesday and fridays. I loved running at MacRitchie.&lt;br /&gt;I remember the very first training that I attended. Ying Huey and Vivian were the first few who spoke to me. Ying Huey sounded so sweet when she said 'Hi' to me. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sec 2 was the year when we learn about the sexual reprodutive organs and system. I remember all of us looking forward to learning this particular Chapter 5. A lot of us scored for the test. I remember how much difficulties Miss Tan had to settle the boys as they couldn't stop giggling.&lt;br /&gt;I regret not listening to the stories that Miss Tan said to us during lessons sometimes. The other day when I visited her with some friends, I saw how fragile she was. It was really heart rendering when I saw her bed ridden, unable to move on her own due to the immense pain. We prayed, sang and cried. She still misses us a lot. She misses her job of teaching and especially her students. Please, keep Miss Tan in your prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to my sec 3 year. Sec 3 was a challenge. I had a lot of responsibilities to fufil and trainings to attend. My studies was a flop. I had a percentage of 73 when I entered Sec 3, by mid year, it dipped to a 60+%. It was bad. Of course, I had lots of fun in sec 3. The very first event that I planned under the SC was the Student Council Investiture. My partner was Edwin. That event was terrible! My other events got better and better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sec 4 was great. My best year yet. There were tears, laughters and though we got into a lot of trouble, but we emerged stronger each time. Compared to last year, we are more united.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love 4/1!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;Graduation Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ceremony was a yawn. All of us just went onstage, shook hands, bowed and got off the stage. It was so lame. The only nice part was when the classes presented gifts to the teachers. And the whole 'highlight' of the whole thing was when Jeremiah represented his class and egged the audience to clap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'EH, CLAP LA!!!! OI, CLAP LA!!!! WA LAO, FASTER FASTER FASTER, CLLLLAAAPP!!!!!!!!!!!!!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was SO shocked. I could see the parents attending the ceremony shaking their head in disapproval, Mr Keh clenching his jaws in anger with his nose flared. The sec 5s infront were shouting 'SIAO LANG, FUCK YOU LA!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Keh's speech to us was so irritating. I cannot stand it that he's forever so concerened and obessed with our results. I really think that he should give us a break. He made us go through the visualisation exercise that we have done before and it was so not interesting at all! His voice is so monotonous, so stale, he does not inspire me at all. I miss Mr Marcel Lee. Though strict on some parts, but he allowed us to have fun sometimes. He gives us a break sometimes. HE ALLOWED THE SENOIRS TO HAVE THEIR GRADUATION NIGHT!!!!! Oh my god.&lt;br /&gt;At least Mr Lee has a sense of humour, sorrry, but I do not see that in Mr Keh. He even expect us to go back in our school uniform to receive our results. My god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the testimonial that Mr Chow wrote about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wan Wen is a helpful and cheerful person. Always erady to render help to peers and teachers, she is well-liked by everyone. She has excelled in both her studies and her CCA. Being a sportswoman, she won numerous awards throughout her four years of secondary school life. During the Sports Day 2005, she was crowned as the Overall Champion for the sec 4/5 girls. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She displayed outstanding leadership qualities as an executive member of the Student Council. She organised various major events in school. Despite being such an outstanding person, Wan Wen remained humble and modest. She showed respect to both her teachers and peers. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I believe Wan Wen will continue to persevere and be successful in life!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woa, thank you Mr Chow and Mr Lee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got 13 points for my L1R4. I cannot believe it. I used to be scoring an average of 20 somethings and now I got 13. Pinch me please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the ceremony, all of us had fun photo-whoring. The pictures are in my photo album at the link page. So do take a look. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was also Gabriel's birthday. Happy birhtday Gab!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After everything, they(Jacinda, Charline, Sarah, Eunice, Conan, Edwin, Vanessa, Shu Ming, Gabriel, Qin Heng and Frederick) came to my place. We had lots of fun at the pool. Photo-whoring and making home-videos too. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls except van stayed. We chatted till almost midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that my secondary school life has come to an end.&lt;br /&gt;Can't bear to leave my friends who have been there throughout these few years of growing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Less than a month to the O level already. Work hard now so we can all enjoy after the exam!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL THE WAY!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547781-112997478936894159?l=i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com/feeds/112997478936894159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547781&amp;postID=112997478936894159&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547781/posts/default/112997478936894159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547781/posts/default/112997478936894159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com/2005/10/graduation.html' title='Graduation'/><author><name>wanwenwanwen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547781.post-112951125023604101</id><published>2005-10-17T08:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T09:07:30.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life After O levels</title><content type='html'>It is scary how fast time flies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In less than a month, I will taking my O level examination. I have been mugging hard lately. I hope for a better result. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a talk with Darren last night. He will be sending in the application for Curtin today. Hopefully everything goes well. Then I will be starting the foundation year at Curtin nest year.&lt;br /&gt;Thing now is my accomodation in Perth. Will I be boarding at the hostel or getting a place with Darren, Daryl and Ken? These are the few considerations that I have to make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think staying at the boarding place will give me too much freedom that I don't need and I think I will feel kind of weird to have so much freedom suddenly. Of course, if I stay with the boys, I have to endure watching soccer every weekends since they are so football-crazy. I don't mind helping out  with the chores and cooking. I can cook a pretty decent meal okay!&lt;br /&gt;Laws there are quite relaxed, unlike Singapore. I can get a driving licence next year too. My parents will probably get a car for us.  (haha, weekend trips to Frementle!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for the O level to be over. Mummy will be taking me to Perth to take a look. I'll be possibly be back in time for the D &amp; D. After that, we'll be going to Shanghai. Hopefully, I'm able to meet up with Xiao Han to shop!!! Till then, we will have to wait for Ken to return and so we can all go to Thailand for some serious shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that I can start my life all over again at Perth.&lt;br /&gt;Wish mu luck for the O Level! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547781-112951125023604101?l=i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com/feeds/112951125023604101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547781&amp;postID=112951125023604101&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547781/posts/default/112951125023604101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547781/posts/default/112951125023604101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com/2005/10/life-after-o-levels.html' title='Life After O levels'/><author><name>wanwenwanwen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547781.post-112879023985822365</id><published>2005-10-09T00:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T00:50:43.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Look ma, no hands</title><content type='html'>Guess I am not really a wonder woman afterall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, I went to school for chemistry remedial. It was quite hardcore. Considering that the chemistry teachers went through 3 chapters in about 3 to 4 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the lesson, I went to KAP with the bunch of guys to study. Erwin coached me in A Maths. We spent the whole afternoon there mugging. Loads of people from school were there too. Jacinda, Juan Chen, Samboobpy, and some others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 6, all of us left to NIE and run. Goodness,  I am so freaking weak. After doing launches, my thigh and butt region felt really heavy. And after running 400m, my leg cramped a little. I played basketball with Hao Quan, Shu Ming and Conan, and ended up getting my fingers hurt. My goodness, I'm pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went home and later met them for dinner again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must stay away from prata for this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547781-112879023985822365?l=i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com/feeds/112879023985822365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547781&amp;postID=112879023985822365&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547781/posts/default/112879023985822365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547781/posts/default/112879023985822365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com/2005/10/look-ma-no-hands.html' title='Look ma, no hands'/><author><name>wanwenwanwen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547781.post-112869678132996497</id><published>2005-10-07T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T22:53:01.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>reality check</title><content type='html'>Has been a really long time since I have updated. Thank goodness for Shu Ming for reminding me that this blog has been neglected for too long. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of stuff happened. Prelim exams being the most important thing. I didn't do well, but I'm glad that I've improved and pushed my R4 down to a nicer number. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only 31 days left to O levels, I really do not have much time left to work on my subjects, but thank god that I have got a bunch of friends who are here to help me. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I would not be blogging much for now. So take care guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547781-112869678132996497?l=i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com/feeds/112869678132996497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547781&amp;postID=112869678132996497&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547781/posts/default/112869678132996497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547781/posts/default/112869678132996497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com/2005/10/reality-check_07.html' title='reality check'/><author><name>wanwenwanwen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547781.post-112403143585189400</id><published>2005-08-14T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T22:40:41.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Sixteen</title><content type='html'>Finally, I am officially a 16 year old. I am no longer underage. heh heh heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Happy Birthday MaryJane Natasha Weny Wany Chloe Tata Young Prema Govindaswari Muthu Putu Mayam Pushpa!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and also..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Happy Birthday to Jian Yong!! My classmate of 4 years, also sharing the same birthday as me. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not only Jian Yong who is spending the same birthday. Gabriel Liew of Sec 3/7 is also spending the same birthday. My goodness, that guy has been in the same school as me since nusery. He was SUCH a pain in the ass. Remembering him from my younger days, I remembered holding his hand when we were out having a kindergarden excursion. I also remembered him from some old photos showing us in kindergarden celebrating our birthday together. I was wearing an orange dress, looking like a carrot as I was quite a skinny baby. I also recall that when I was registering for my primary school at Bukit Batok Primary School(now Bukit Timah Primary School), he was also there. Hence, I spent my 10 years of education from nusery to collecting my PSLE results with him. Things with him during that period of time was not that bad. We would talk sometimes, and during our birthday, we would greet each other. I guess that birthday is what we have in common &lt;strong&gt;only&lt;/strong&gt;. When I entered secondary school, I saw him again. I was like 'Oh my goodness, I guess we have a certain amount of Fate.' He gradually turned into this weirdo who will pull my hair sometimes when he sees me. He borrowed money from me once and never pay back. Now, we don't even talk. But anyway, Happy Birthday to you too Gabriel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early this morning, to be precise, at midnight, my phone started receiving birthday greetings. Real sweet of those who waited till that unearthly hour to wish me a Happy Birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special thanks to Caryn, Conan, Calvin, Nigel, Jian Yong, Vanessa, Erwin, Charline, Yuan Teck, Hao Quan, Steven, Gary, Kwan Zheng, Yin Guang, Jacinda, Edward, Zhi Kai, Alvin, Ken, Yu Fong and Alane. Thank you for making my day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this poem that Kwan Zheng sent me. =) His poem never fails to put a grin on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wished upon a kiss without doubt.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Knowing she's gerat throughout.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So smile today for its your day,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dream a dream and make anew.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caryn came to my house this afternoon with my birthday present. It was a big box of nitty gritty girly stuff. Pantyliners, a Enid Blyton story book, Disney Princess palsters, a pretty heart shaped box with a pair of earings and ring, CD, an expensive card, ang bao and many more! It was so fun opening that box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caryn burned a CD with 16 tracks specially for my sweet Sixteen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Birthday Song&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry about that extra line&lt;br /&gt;That's creeping up upon your face&lt;br /&gt;It's just a part of nature's way to say you've grown a little more&lt;br /&gt;Trees have rings and thicker branches&lt;br /&gt;Kids shoes get a little tighter&lt;br /&gt;Every year we're getting closer to who we're gonna be&lt;br /&gt;It's time to celebrate the story of how you've come to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday my friend&lt;br /&gt;Here's to all the years we've shared together&lt;br /&gt;All the fun we've had&lt;br /&gt;You're such a blessing&lt;br /&gt;Such a joy in my life&lt;br /&gt;May the good Lord bless you&lt;br /&gt;And may all your dreams come true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So light a candle on your cake&lt;br /&gt;For every smile you've helped create&lt;br /&gt;For every heart and every soul&lt;br /&gt;You've helped to grow a little more&lt;br /&gt;A few more pounds, a little more grey&lt;br /&gt;Don't count the years, just count the way&lt;br /&gt;It takes a little time to go from water into wine&lt;br /&gt;Don't ever lose the wonder of that child within your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday my friend&lt;br /&gt;Here's to all the years we've shared together&lt;br /&gt;All the fun we've had&lt;br /&gt;You're such a blessing&lt;br /&gt;Such a joy in my life&lt;br /&gt;May the good Lord bless you&lt;br /&gt;And may all your dreams come true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conan and Calvin joined us. Conan gave me a water bottle because I was complaining about my water bottle that was quite damaged. He gave me this Adidas water bottle that I also have, but in a lighter shade of pink. Kendra and Thea, Conan's kid sisters drew me a card. It was so cute!!!!!! Haha, I like Thea! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They later offered me some sandwiches. Being the trusting person that I am, I fell into their trap and I took a bit into thier special cat food sandwich. Damm. I was so &lt;i&gt;swa ku.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents later drove us down to Century Square to have lunch at their organic cafe. Had loads of food, still quite full now.&lt;br /&gt;Nigel met us there and we left for Bugis. Initially, we wanted to watch The Maid, but there were not enough time. So we just walked around and took neoprint as usual. We went to Bugis Street. Felt nostalgia when I was there. Only seemed like yesterday when I was there with him. Left Bugis in a bus later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Thinking back these last 16 years. I have definately been through a lot. Cried a lot, knew more friends and definately matured and learned a lot. I am only 16, life is definately not going to be smooth sailing for me. Hopefully, with every heart break, every conflict and every problem that I solve, I will turn out to become a better person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547781-112403143585189400?l=i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com/feeds/112403143585189400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547781&amp;postID=112403143585189400&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547781/posts/default/112403143585189400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547781/posts/default/112403143585189400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com/2005/08/sweet-sixteen.html' title='Sweet Sixteen'/><author><name>wanwenwanwen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547781.post-112391368322417962</id><published>2005-08-13T13:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T14:14:43.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dismay</title><content type='html'>You are incredibly dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got my MT O Level result yeasterday. Was absoultely disappointed with it. When Mr Chow announced that stupid grade that i received, my heart pratically sank. I needed to cry, and after crying, I will stop getting so miserable over it. Got to move on.&lt;br /&gt;I was quite taken aback by my Oral result. I knew I could get a Distinction, but I was way too nervous. That day, I was so clumsy that I accidentally knocked into the glass door. How stupid. Hate to say this, but if only I had a better composure and got a girp on myself, I might get the grade that I aimed for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Chow said that Vanessa, Edwin and my chinese essays' standard is not very stable. Meaning that sometimes, we can acheive good grade like a A1 or a lousy one like B3. So if we are retaking, we have to focus more on that. I am in quite a deliema now. Unsure if I should retake or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy for Shan Ling and Xiao Han. I always knew that they will definately get an A1. Especially when the essay question that was tested was what Mr Chow told us to practice on. And Xiao Han did a good job with that essay! As for Shan Ling, She will DEFINATELY get her A1!! No doubt about that! Congratulations!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elieen and Daniel did well too. Got their well deserved grades. Congratulations!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, I have to work HARDER!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had my O Level English Oral exam today. I think I did pretty Okay. The examiners were quite friendly and joival. And I did not panic today. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caryn did the most unbelievable thing. The question for the conversation segment was this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you got something to tell someone but you never did?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She came out with this dramatic story about her sister studying in Australia. And one day, when her grandmother passed away, she was in a deliema of whether she should inform her sister about the granny's passing as her sister was in her last year of the university preparing for her exams. AND SHE CRIED INFRONT OF THE EXAMINER!! Oh My God. That was so dramatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, Yuan Teck was after her, and he saw her marks. It was a high A1 grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't stand that woman..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Charline had informed us about the Prom Night. Tentatively, we are holding it in the Meritus Mandarin Hotel in Town. The price is  $65. But I am afraid it might me quite steep for some. Lol, some were even talking about Fullerton Hotel or Ritz Carlton. Come on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The number of days left to Prelim is dwindling. I have to push myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547781-112391368322417962?l=i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com/feeds/112391368322417962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547781&amp;postID=112391368322417962&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547781/posts/default/112391368322417962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547781/posts/default/112391368322417962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com/2005/08/dismay.html' title='dismay'/><author><name>wanwenwanwen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547781.post-112376800899211162</id><published>2005-08-11T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T21:46:49.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>take that you moron</title><content type='html'>My apologies to my friends who frequent my blog and often find it not updated.&lt;br /&gt;I have been busy with work lately, and sometimes, just too tired to blog.&lt;br /&gt;So please pardon me yea? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______________&lt;br /&gt;To Anonymous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really give a shit about what you think about me. Because that is YOUR view. And I have mine. If by defaming/throwing insults/saying stupid stuffs/trying to make Me or Yourself look like a fool is what you call Fun or Entertainment, I think that you have a very sad life. Why do you have to make such a fool of yourself? I think there are better things to do on the Internet instead of spamming. If you want to tell me anything about what you feel about how angry you are or how much you hate me, sure! Simply drop me a hatemail at &lt;a href="mailto:bigassweny@yahoo.com"&gt;bigassweny@yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice day! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547781-112376800899211162?l=i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com/feeds/112376800899211162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547781&amp;postID=112376800899211162&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547781/posts/default/112376800899211162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547781/posts/default/112376800899211162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com/2005/08/take-that-you-moron.html' title='take that you moron'/><author><name>wanwenwanwen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547781.post-112307612723273736</id><published>2005-08-03T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T21:35:27.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>that dreadful sticker.</title><content type='html'>My class got into trouble again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, at the MRL, the chinese students were supposed to go there to watch a movie. Part of 4/3 also joined us for the movie. We were watching 'The Pianist'. (Speaking of which, I have not touched my piano for 2 months.) And half way through the movie, there was an outburst by Mr. M from the MRL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, Mr. M found a sticker on Qin Heng's back. Samuel took it off and Mr. M yelled at him for taking it off, also hitting him on the back for doing so. He later kicked up a big fuss over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That sticker, was rather important. It is a waranty for the NEC computer. Without it, when the computer breaks down, NEC would not fix it. We were pretty agitated and irritated at that point of time. Mr. M scolding the guys stupid and yada yada. Unecessary outbursts, shouting matches.. You can imagine it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Chow tried to appease both parties, sent all of us back to class except Qin Heng and those around him(Samuel and Jian Yong).&lt;br /&gt;That afternoon, Mr Lee.W.M came in and tried to get the culprit to own up.&lt;br /&gt;'If you have the BALLS to do it, have the BALLS to own up.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, Mr Lee.K.T came in and tried to get the culprit to own up again.&lt;br /&gt;He said, if no one owns up, it would be treated as an offence instead of an incident.&lt;br /&gt;Again, agitated people, emotionally unstable people, shouting matches, petty comments, immature comments..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many cried, Mr Chow, even me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel very very very sad for Mr Chow. He doesn't deserve this. Even though I had nothing to do with this incident, I feel very sad and apologetic for Mr Chow, I went out and told him that everytime a teacher comes into the class and scold us, reprimand us for the few mistakes that less than 10% of the class did, I feel so small. Like the other innocent parties are ALWAYS draged into the hot soup. And I felt that I have to say sorry to him, and I did. I must admit that I was too emotional over this matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE the class. Though sometimes, I feel anger when people do stupid things to get the rest of us into trouble, but I still love 4/1. I spent my whole secondary school life with most of you guys, if not, almost 2 years with you guys. I spent my growing years with you guys. I hold the class very dear to my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is very disappointing really. We are notorious in the staffroom/school for being troublemakers, smart alecks, irritating, rude, stubborn......... I don't want to leave the school like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this would end quickly..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547781-112307612723273736?l=i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com/feeds/112307612723273736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547781&amp;postID=112307612723273736&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547781/posts/default/112307612723273736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547781/posts/default/112307612723273736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com/2005/08/that-dreadful-sticker.html' title='that dreadful sticker.'/><author><name>wanwenwanwen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547781.post-112272647242098349</id><published>2005-07-30T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T20:29:19.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>birthday wish!!</title><content type='html'>My birthday is coming in a few week's time! Usually, my birthday would pass unnoticed. Last year, my parents forgot my birthday and I cried to sleep. Pretty sad yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's not everyday I turn 16, I do hope this year would be different.&lt;br /&gt;And I hope that I don't have to cry to sleep again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tata.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547781-112272647242098349?l=i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com/feeds/112272647242098349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547781&amp;postID=112272647242098349&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547781/posts/default/112272647242098349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547781/posts/default/112272647242098349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com/2005/07/birthday-wish.html' title='birthday wish!!'/><author><name>wanwenwanwen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547781.post-112238991752549080</id><published>2005-07-26T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T22:58:37.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>winnie!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Honey Honey you can rub my Tummy..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm happy today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because.....&lt;br /&gt;I've got a bag of Famous Amos Double Chocolate Chips Cookie!!&lt;br /&gt;I bought a pair of &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;PINK &lt;/span&gt;wedges from Vivvi on Sunday!&lt;br /&gt;Ken said something nice to me today!&lt;br /&gt;My hair is growing longer!&lt;br /&gt;There's laksa tomorrow!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is always something to be happy about. it's high time we get ourselves out of our smelly miserable shithole and start being happy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is this stupid thing going around that Caryn and I am lesbians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLO&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;..!! I AM NOT A LESBIAN!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a good natured girl with proper upbringing who loves to play with barbie dolls, chocolates, cute boys, lollipops, powerpuff girls, hi5, desperate housewives, jon johnsson, her world, cleo, BOYS, BOYS, people with XX chromosomes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am perfectly straight okay!! I don't fantasise of kissing girls, doing obscene stuff with girls. hell no. I will never do that.&lt;br /&gt;So STOP calling me lesbian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am seriously getting fat. I need to get back on my 300 crunches a day routine. Alane!! wait till you see my tummy.&lt;br /&gt;hah, people usually slim down a hell lot when they are dumped or lovesick or whatever you call it. for me, i put on weight, because I pile on my chocolates. Silly me. Not worth it, not worth it.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am trying not to bore you guys out with my lamentations of how stressful o level preperations are. Sure, it's definately tiring and boring and you just want to yell and get it off your chest. What I like to do when my eyes are tired, my brain is fried, I like to look out into the cemetry. It is so peaceful and quiet there, I think, I really don't mind dying early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No lah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still want to have 4 kids, a vintage mini cooper, a cat, a dog, a culinary diploma, a successful career, a great house, a supporting family and a wonderful life!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, I love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547781-112238991752549080?l=i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com/feeds/112238991752549080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547781&amp;postID=112238991752549080&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547781/posts/default/112238991752549080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547781/posts/default/112238991752549080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com/2005/07/winnie.html' title='winnie!!'/><author><name>wanwenwanwen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547781.post-112203708071851267</id><published>2005-07-22T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T20:58:00.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello!!!</title><content type='html'>Hello to Anon. I don't really hate Mrs Kam. Well, I do respect her for her devotion in helping students and teaching. It's not easy being a teacher of course. You have your views and I have mine. Thank You. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got my Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince!! Had my eyes glued onto it these few days. The plot is getting interesting.&lt;br /&gt;I am halfway through the book, hope to be able to complete it this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting fat. Argh. Must be those sinful chocolates I have been snacking on. Those Amos babies are still in my drawer. God! I must go to the gym soon, or those fatty arms are going to hang like your laundry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out for lunch at the Prata shop this afternoon. Had our usual 'Buffet'. Haha, there was this really funny man serving us. He was like 'Yo, babe! wassup!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laughed, or course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I replied 'Yo, I want sum Prata dude!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went on doing that for the rest of my meal there. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah, mummy's calling. ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547781-112203708071851267?l=i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com/feeds/112203708071851267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547781&amp;postID=112203708071851267&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547781/posts/default/112203708071851267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547781/posts/default/112203708071851267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com/2005/07/hello.html' title='hello!!!'/><author><name>wanwenwanwen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547781.post-112169047933888454</id><published>2005-07-18T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T20:41:21.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'm hopping &lt;strong&gt;MAD!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince is not here yet!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I have been anticipating for the arrival of the book, i even went to town to buy a bag of Famous Amos Double Chocolate Chips Cookie to snack on while reading it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, when I went to school, I saw Edwin reading it. I asked him if i could just HOLD it for a while. OMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That Magical feeling..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is like being kissed by a star. Or better, HARRY POTTER!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;They said Dumbledore died!&lt;br /&gt;He is like the Hottest Ah Pek around! How can he just drop dead like that????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am proud to be a Harry Potter FAN!&lt;br /&gt;I have done LOADS of quizzes on the series and have done pretty well on them!&lt;br /&gt;I love Harry.&lt;br /&gt;I love Harry.&lt;br /&gt;I love Harry.&lt;br /&gt;I love Harry.&lt;br /&gt;I love Harry.&lt;br /&gt;I love Harry.&lt;br /&gt;I love Harry.&lt;br /&gt;I love Harry.&lt;br /&gt;I love Harry.&lt;br /&gt;I love Harry.&lt;br /&gt;I love Harry.&lt;br /&gt;I love Harry.&lt;br /&gt;I love Harry.&lt;br /&gt;I love Harry.&lt;br /&gt;I love Harry.&lt;br /&gt;I love Harry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.txbx.com/paper/harrypotterandthesorcerersstone.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://hol.9cy.com/book2uk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://surreynet.ukerna.ac.uk/nrc/harry.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.angliacampus.com/athome/feat/books/2000_07/images/goblet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://news.bbc.co.uk/media/images/38983000/jpg/_38983959_kidscover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.pottervillage.com/cover_HalfBloodPrince.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ah.. I am going nuts..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547781-112169047933888454?l=i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com/feeds/112169047933888454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547781&amp;postID=112169047933888454&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547781/posts/default/112169047933888454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547781/posts/default/112169047933888454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com/2005/07/arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.html' title='arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh'/><author><name>wanwenwanwen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547781.post-112142746532322434</id><published>2005-07-15T19:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T19:44:39.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fuming</title><content type='html'>don't make yourself sound so highly up there.&lt;br /&gt;don't assume things cuz you have no idea what i am going through.&lt;br /&gt;don't try to make me hate you.&lt;br /&gt;don't spoil that image I have of you.&lt;br /&gt;don't keep hurting me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanted to blog yesterday, but was too tired.&lt;br /&gt;went to the stadium in the morning and got ready for the 4x400m race.&lt;br /&gt;Li Yi was the first runner, followed by me, Li Ying and Charmaine. I was quite happy with my 400m timing. ran another personal best time. 75.5 secs. slept for half an hour and went to warm up for my 800m race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to run. when i finished the race, i was very very disappointed. even though i did a personal best time, 3.04min. it was 9 secs off my aim, 2.55min. the latic acid in my leg was killing me. went back there feeling really crappy. i almost cried, but my pride stopped me from bursting into tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a while, i felt better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this afternoon, mrs kam came into the class and gave us another wake up call.&lt;br /&gt;on some points, i do agree with her for the bad points in our class. sometimes, i do feel anger at the class, i do feel injustice for the teachers. but the way mrs kam belittled us, the way she threw every insults at our class, started the fire in me. i don't want to hate her, i don not hate her, i just feel she should not scold us like that. it's quite discouraging i feel. she raked up every single itsy bitsy detail of how we behaved, even last year's biology exam cheating case. those of you who knew about it, i think you people can see how much J has changed, into a better person i feel. i think she should give people a chance, instead of repetatively raking up the past. just give him a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listening compre was quite alright. only 1 mistake i think..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;i don't want to hate you. you've hurt me enough, stop doing it again. stop it sam, stop it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547781-112142746532322434?l=i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com/feeds/112142746532322434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547781&amp;postID=112142746532322434&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547781/posts/default/112142746532322434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547781/posts/default/112142746532322434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com/2005/07/fuming.html' title='fuming'/><author><name>wanwenwanwen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547781.post-112108419090215453</id><published>2005-07-11T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T20:48:02.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rendezvous</title><content type='html'>went out with mummy and the two little imps yesterday. as usual, we went to town, our favourite haunt, shaw tower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4641/358/1600/Image(196).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4641/358/320/Image%28196%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my toot toot brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4641/358/1600/Image(194).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4641/358/320/Image%28194%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me, in my new roxy tee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4641/358/1600/Image(199).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4641/358/320/Image%28199%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4641/358/1600/Image(201).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like this dress, but it looks quite old on me. makes me look like some 20 plus adult. 89 bucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4641/358/1600/Image(200).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4641/358/320/Image%28200%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later met my daddy and we went to Hotel Rendezvous for dinner. love the curry there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4641/358/1600/Image(201)2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4641/358/320/Image%28201%292.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4641/358/1600/Image(207)1.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4641/358/1600/Image(208)1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4641/358/320/Image%28208%291.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4641/358/1600/Image(207)1.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ken and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4641/358/1600/Image(207)1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4641/358/320/Image%28207%291.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ken, me and xiang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4641/358/1600/Image(203).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4641/358/320/Image%28203%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cute yea?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547781-112108419090215453?l=i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com/feeds/112108419090215453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547781&amp;postID=112108419090215453&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547781/posts/default/112108419090215453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547781/posts/default/112108419090215453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com/2005/07/rendezvous.html' title='rendezvous'/><author><name>wanwenwanwen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547781.post-112083446117488522</id><published>2005-07-08T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T22:54:21.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'M A JAY CHOU FAN!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://us.news3.yimg.com/us.i2.yimg.com/p/rids/20050621/i/r1991867123.jpg?x=380&amp;y=253&amp;amp;sig=.cokXj1gdJujs30WD.ZlUw--"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://us.news3.yimg.com/us.i2.yimg.com/p/rids/20050621/i/r1991867123.jpg?x=380&amp;y=253&amp;amp;sig=.cokXj1gdJujs30WD.ZlUw--" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.karazen.com/images/reviews/movie/Initial%20D/profile1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.karazen.com/images/reviews/movie/Initial%20D/profile1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://us.news3.yimg.com/us.i2.yimg.com/p/rids/20050621/i/r1220261988.jpg?x=238&amp;y=345&amp;amp;sig=eZeld.g7vhcVivlw33gx2A--"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://us.news3.yimg.com/us.i2.yimg.com/p/rids/20050621/i/r1220261988.jpg?x=238&amp;y=345&amp;amp;sig=eZeld.g7vhcVivlw33gx2A--" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 227px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 377px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="364" alt="" src="http://us.news3.yimg.com/us.i2.yimg.com/p/rids/20050623/i/r1777350347.jpg?x=220&amp;y=345&amp;amp;sig=WI1Ws7T6z4m.jwVuOcK0Pg--" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he's cute yea..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://us.news3.yimg.com/us.i2.yimg.com/p/rids/20050623/i/r2646561516.jpg?x=216&amp;y=345&amp;amp;sig=ZlrBE8KiOigQWsN4ILnhwA--"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 237px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 352px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="405" alt="" src="http://us.news3.yimg.com/us.i2.yimg.com/p/rids/20050623/i/r2646561516.jpg?x=216&amp;y=345&amp;amp;sig=ZlrBE8KiOigQWsN4ILnhwA--" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's THE man&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;CALL ME JAY CHOU FAN!! I WATCHED INITIAL D FOR 3 TIMES AND STILL GOING FOR MORE!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;okay, i'm behaving like some crazy, hormones raging, teenage magazine reading(no offence) teenager. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i MAY be crazy over jay chou, but i find it silly and quite ridiculous, absurb, preposterous, out-of-your-mind to stalk your idol everywhere from the airport, to their hotel, to the restaurant, to the restroom(???), to the beach, to the store in town, to the studio, to the restauant, to the hotel and wait outside till the next day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;pathetic i say.(no offence again)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;what do you think? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547781-112083446117488522?l=i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com/feeds/112083446117488522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547781&amp;postID=112083446117488522&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547781/posts/default/112083446117488522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547781/posts/default/112083446117488522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com/2005/07/im-jay-chou-fan.html' title='I&apos;M A JAY CHOU FAN!!'/><author><name>wanwenwanwen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547781.post-112083157079245642</id><published>2005-07-08T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T22:09:46.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>woobly</title><content type='html'>4x100m race today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;left school today with the team. when we reached the stadium, it was the break. at about 2 plus, the twins, pat, charmaine and i went to do our warm up. the c boys and b girls made it to the semi finals! so happy for them!! saw clare and melanie, they were both competing for the 4x100m realy A girls race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going down to the stadium tomorrow morning to fight for a place in the 4x400m relay. i hope i can make it..&lt;br /&gt;my knees and ankles hurts. pushed too much these few days, ran almost everyday this whole week. have to ice them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i feel so insignificant. since that day i lost B, i felt i lost one of my best friends. we haven't really talked for a month already. it's almost the 12th already. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am actually, quite disappointed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547781-112083157079245642?l=i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com/feeds/112083157079245642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547781&amp;postID=112083157079245642&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547781/posts/default/112083157079245642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547781/posts/default/112083157079245642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com/2005/07/woobly.html' title='woobly'/><author><name>wanwenwanwen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547781.post-112048324087526859</id><published>2005-07-04T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T21:20:40.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>only 100m left</title><content type='html'>had training this morning. our official 'last' training. nothing much today. caught initial d again. i was so pathetic. sitting at the back row alone.&lt;br /&gt;my second time watching a movie alone. =&lt;br /&gt;downloaded naruto. lol, crappy funny show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;national's just round the corner. only next week, i don't know if i can do it. really want to make it into the finals. especially this is my last year, i want to do something to contribute and to prove to myself and others that i can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bah, i'm bored.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547781-112048324087526859?l=i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com/feeds/112048324087526859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547781&amp;postID=112048324087526859&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547781/posts/default/112048324087526859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547781/posts/default/112048324087526859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com/2005/07/only-100m-left.html' title='only 100m left'/><author><name>wanwenwanwen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547781.post-112023547536834628</id><published>2005-07-01T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T00:31:15.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>omg i'm so pathetic</title><content type='html'>school today was normal. caryn was mad with conan. but after much thoughts, i think it's all of our fault. lol.&lt;br /&gt;we called him gay way too many times, called him stupid way too many times... let's see what else.. uncountable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i guess being the childish moron he is, he called us stupid bitches and caryn just couldn't take it. conan just don't want to face the fact that he, maybe acting gay all the time, doesn't like to be called a gay. but why the hell is he always acting like a faggot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would you not call a guy gay if he carass another guy in a seductive manner?&lt;br /&gt;would you not call a guy gay if he has so much femineity?&lt;br /&gt;would you not call a guy gay if he's such a gay magnet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't really care if he calles me a stupid bitch. i know that i'm not exactly stupid, maybe i'm bitchy from time to time, but i'm not a TOTAL bitch you see conan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever it is, i'll just try to stop calling conan stupid/gay/fag/homosexual. blablabla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got my result slip today. lol, i love the remark mr chow gave me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A very focused and pleasant student, Wan Wen is very dillifent and helpful too. She has the basic formula to succeed in life and she is the role model for others to follow. I am very pleased to have her in my class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow. didn't really expect that from mr chow. i first knew him when i was in sec 2. presenting my group's project work to him. the year after that, when he took over mrs kam as my chinese teacher, he told me he had a very good impression of me. i'm like a very focused student and very presentable girl. i was in my lunatic mode in sec 3 so he was quite bewildered by my crazy and thicked skinned behavior when i told him not to miss me everytime i say goodbye to him. i must say, he is a very nice teacher, one of my favourite in the school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i asked him what's the basic formula to succeed in life. he told me that he finds me as someone who's driven to work and someone who is keen on learning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i find that the best compliment any teacher had ever gave me and i appreciate it a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to lot 1 with ryn. chris gave her 100 bucks to spend and we spent it in less than half and hour. Lol, that's what i call super shopper. she bought me a revelon lipgloss. so nice of her and chris. left for training later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;training was not bad. i'm glad that i pushed my PB to a new time(78sec). woa, if this goes one, i really hope i can push to a 75 soon. must continue to train hard. national is just round the corner and there's only one more training left before the nationals starts. i have to push myself mentally. i find that it's my confidence which is always failing me. i have to stop worrying so much and chill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it kinda sucks to see him everyday at school and still not talking to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;would you still call yourself my friend if you are behaving like that? i don't know why we are having this distance between each other. i don't know how much longer i can take it. it's seriously killing me.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss those times. i'm having this major chocolate craving. i want the black cookies from famous amos, i want malteasers, i want double chocolate chip cookies from subway and  i want chocolate fondue from shangri-la. OMGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547781-112023547536834628?l=i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com/feeds/112023547536834628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547781&amp;postID=112023547536834628&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547781/posts/default/112023547536834628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547781/posts/default/112023547536834628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com/2005/07/omg-im-so-pathetic.html' title='omg i&apos;m so pathetic'/><author><name>wanwenwanwen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547781.post-112004919430473910</id><published>2005-06-29T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T20:46:34.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bloop blooop bloooop</title><content type='html'>School has been hectic these few days.&lt;br /&gt;We have a few changes to our time table and teacher this semester. Mr Hisham(Hunk of the PE Unit) is taking my class for PE. PE lessons are going to be real &lt;strong&gt;fun&lt;/strong&gt;. Now, the sec 4 and 5s are having extra curriculum almost everyday till 5 pm. The school's killing us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my surpirse, I didn't really feel very tired today. In school, I did not doze off during lesson like usual. Haha.. And during training this afternoon, I could run my 400m time trial in my best timing (79secs). I felt very comfortable running the 400m and I thought I could actually pushed more in the first 100m. But, oh well, there's another time trial the next training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Chow gave us practice in the MT oral. Goodness, the O Level MT Oral Exam is tomorrow. I only got to know it yesterday. I am so NOT prepared. haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Aster came back! She looks good now, still as chatty as before. Hahah.. Ken is back too, I'm going to smack him for not buying me my rock candy. That ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i got to go.&lt;br /&gt;love ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547781-112004919430473910?l=i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com/feeds/112004919430473910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547781&amp;postID=112004919430473910&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547781/posts/default/112004919430473910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547781/posts/default/112004919430473910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com/2005/06/bloop-blooop-bloooop.html' title='bloop blooop bloooop'/><author><name>wanwenwanwen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547781.post-111967669483963414</id><published>2005-06-25T13:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T13:18:14.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my goodness..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Went to my brother's friendster account and was looking at the friends in his account. Especially those sec 1 girls, and I saw stuff like these:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;depressiiOnn ; eu've gOnne ` tuhh otherr werlldd datt DOES NORTT need eu !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;uniiQUE us ` dOnnLIKE ? farkkeOFF ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;wO menn derhh thOngg hhua ; ggu shhii [[ miie (("v")) eu ]] ' // -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;uh`m nOrtt sadd uh`m jus UNSTABLLE ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;saddiistiic miie =( (and the picture shows a puffer-fishy look)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;eu liiedd tuhh miie b4 eu go horrx ? mus nortt brreakk yr promiise kkaes ; mus cum backk * lOl;'x nebberrx wriite miie a long testiie andd e-maill * so fastt leave siia * hehes ((: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;IIIIIIIIIIIIIallriightts reserrvedd ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;detaills * - eEeE OorRhHh eEeeE oOrHhH ~ !!bEeeE - BeeEee !! ssTtOoPPpp - ]] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;___* myy lyffee iss wiith a mess upp ; editedd byy miie de ba0beii ah yii ; viian *___&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;refeLti0n leii * ] ] justt c0me backk fr0m t0wn takee derhss___*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ATTENTIION_______* stayy awayy fr0m miie * // ii amm eviiL\\ * d0LLyBitchh____*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Tell me, do you get what are they trying to say? those double 'I's, 'L's.. Oh my goodness.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cannot stand that 'OooHHhhHhhh. ii'm sOo cuute' kind of attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waa, myy eyee shoo biigg! ii taake piic frrooom thhee topp sHoo my eyee wiill bee berrrriii berrrrii biiig!! ii lubb MYYE BaOoBeeii laOo goong!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my goodness. i hope they are not all LIKE THAT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547781-111967669483963414?l=i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com/feeds/111967669483963414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547781&amp;postID=111967669483963414&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547781/posts/default/111967669483963414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547781/posts/default/111967669483963414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com/2005/06/my-goodness.html' title='my goodness..'/><author><name>wanwenwanwen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547781.post-111963317614285386</id><published>2005-06-25T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T01:12:56.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>revamp!!!!</title><content type='html'>i'm really tired. my parents moved the furniture in my room. they moved my poster bed and the vanity table from the 2nd storey to my room. when i came home from town this evening, i got down to work immediately. cleared all the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MESS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;in my room. finally, i finished at 12.30am. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;going to blog more tomorrow, i'm bushed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;bah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547781-111963317614285386?l=i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com/feeds/111963317614285386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547781&amp;postID=111963317614285386&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547781/posts/default/111963317614285386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547781/posts/default/111963317614285386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com/2005/06/revamp.html' title='revamp!!!!'/><author><name>wanwenwanwen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547781.post-111953390733462313</id><published>2005-06-23T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T21:52:41.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what a B.O.R.I.N.G day.....</title><content type='html'>wa lao, pam from super shopper was gourging on chocolates from &lt;em&gt;Sin&lt;/em&gt;.i hate her la. so lucky.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shoe Parade:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behold.. my babies....(not really)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/1570/640/Image(144)2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/1570/320/Image%28144%292.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;say hi to my shoes!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/1570/640/Image(145).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/1570/320/Image%28145%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;asics gel-1090&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/1570/640/Image(146).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/1570/320/Image%28146%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/1570/640/Image(148).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/1570/320/Image%28148%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new nike air force. so pretty!! i love the fuchia part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/1570/640/Image(149).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/1570/320/Image%28149%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/1570/640/Image(152).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/1570/320/Image%28152%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my addidas spike shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/1570/640/Image(153).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/1570/320/Image%28153%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back(so dirty) lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/1570/640/Image(154).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/1570/320/Image%28154%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bottom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/1570/640/Image(143).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/1570/320/Image%28143%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new spikes!!! i'm changing the old ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/1570/640/Image(156).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/1570/320/Image%28156%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DONE!!(notice the grass? was from the last training.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and some spastic shots&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/1570/640/Image(157).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/1570/320/Image%28157%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;siao zha bo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/1570/640/Image(158).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/1570/320/Image%28158%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another retarded one. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/1570/640/Image(158)1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547781-111953390733462313?l=i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com/feeds/111953390733462313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547781&amp;postID=111953390733462313&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547781/posts/default/111953390733462313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547781/posts/default/111953390733462313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com/2005/06/what-boring-day.html' title='what a B.O.R.I.N.G day.....'/><author><name>wanwenwanwen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547781.post-111945062405840880</id><published>2005-06-22T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T22:34:37.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/1570/640/322253353yBpiWn_ph.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/1570/320/322253353yBpiWn_ph.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;lol, found this pic. it's so funny. it can say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;-i'm going to kill you!!!&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;-wa i'm so tired......haiii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;-dammit, run so slow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;-i'm so angry la, don't talk to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;-see what see??!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:#@($"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;#@($&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&amp;#^^&amp;amp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547781-111945062405840880?l=i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com/feeds/111945062405840880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547781&amp;postID=111945062405840880&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547781/posts/default/111945062405840880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547781/posts/default/111945062405840880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com/2005/06/lol-found-this-pic.html' title=''/><author><name>wanwenwanwen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547781.post-111944953179638747</id><published>2005-06-22T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T22:12:11.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what if......</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what if.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;i drop dead after running?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;i get a serious illness?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;i get murdered and my body's dismembered?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;nah, not so soon. just some random thoughts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547781-111944953179638747?l=i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com/feeds/111944953179638747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547781&amp;postID=111944953179638747&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547781/posts/default/111944953179638747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547781/posts/default/111944953179638747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com/2005/06/what-if.html' title='what if......'/><author><name>wanwenwanwen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547781.post-111944261363346962</id><published>2005-06-22T20:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T20:16:53.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cherries</title><content type='html'>went down this morning at 8am. my maid told me that my briver is not coming. so i panicked. i was like 'omg, i'm so going to be late!!!' i ran up and asked my dad if he could fetch me to the stadium, he said he's really tired(came home at 4am). so i had to call a cab. thank god i got a cab in time. that half an hour was quite a frenzy. i had breakfast in the cab. cab fee's freaking expensive. $13.60. i reached there just in time, the others haven't started their warm up yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after doing our routine, we had our 400m time trial, 82 secs. i wished i had push more in the earlier part. started too slow. after that, the 800m runners did our workout(2 times of 600m pacing). had a time of 2.24 and 2.28 seconds. i didn't even thought that i could push to that extent. i hope i can be one of the 6 fastest losers(LOL) for the 800m in the nationals. &lt;em&gt;let me go to the finals pleaseeeeeeeeeeee . &lt;/em&gt;we later did runs on the field with our shoes off. it's so comfortable! it's like running on the sand or on a bed. though my socks were wet, but i loved it! haha..&lt;br /&gt;victoria JC were there this morning. i had my eye feasted on the guys' muscular legs and the girls' toned, long, lean legs. ahhhh.. i want legs like theirs!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for lunch with the sec 2 boys and zhi yung and alvin. we were like some gossipmongers. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;came home and wanted to tan, but the sun wasn't out for me. =( hopefully the sun would be out tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss my brother! haven't seen him for 24 hours. so lonely at home. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, bye. i love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547781-111944261363346962?l=i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com/feeds/111944261363346962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547781&amp;postID=111944261363346962&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547781/posts/default/111944261363346962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547781/posts/default/111944261363346962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com/2005/06/cherries.html' title='cherries'/><author><name>wanwenwanwen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547781.post-111935644673490676</id><published>2005-06-21T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T20:20:46.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fish and co baby!!</title><content type='html'>hi!! woke up this morning at 10.30. last night, i dreamt that i was around the bookshop area with him, then on the field, the NCC people were doing some acrobat stuff. lol, later, i dreamt that i fell from 100 over storeys but i didn't die. later, i entered this realm where all the spirits were but there were security guards guarding it. lol, like some uncles outside the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up and caryn messaged me. telling me what time to meet and everything. so i got myself prepared but was still late for rthe bus. so i left the house with my brother and driver. my brother is so nice to me lately i don't know why. i've talked to him about my problems and he was like 'whoever dares to hurt my sister will die.' i rolled my eyes and said 'whatever' but inside, i was like 'awwww..'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i met caryn at plaza singapura and walked to fish and co.&lt;br /&gt;we had to wait for conan while having our food. we ordered seafood platter and fish and chips. it was so nice but so full. i felt quite pregnant after lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later, we went to plaza sing and walked around. bought a cup of gelato to share. i love bailey. we moved on the orchard point, i wanted to do threading. by the time we left the building, it was about 4.50pm. tile was kinda running out so we went to wisma atria. conan came up with this stupid idea that we have to talk opposite today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;eh, today very cold hor?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(actually meant: eh, it's so warm today!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;this pair of earings are so ugly!!! i don't want to buy!!!!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(actually meant: this pair of earings are so pretty!! i so want to get it!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;talk la!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; (shut up la!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, so, we went to topshop. they've renovated the place and it's so big now! i love the accessories section and the shoes section. i LOVE the espadrille there!! their wedges are so pretty! i bought a necklace and a pair of a earings there. so pretty, so chunky, so me. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we left topshop for borders at wheelock. style magazine is giving away free bikinis!! so i bought a copy with a red bikini. ahh..&lt;br /&gt;at the traffic junction to shaw centre, we were stopped from crossing the road there as there's a premier for the movie initial d. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;JAY CHOU AND EDISON ARE THERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love jay chou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;wo ai zhou jie lun.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as conan had to go home soon, we went to far east plaza to take neoprint. our routine. after that, we bought subway and left town in a cab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a great day today. =)&lt;br /&gt;i love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547781-111935644673490676?l=i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547781.post-111935500230361698</id><published>2005-06-21T19:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T19:56:42.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/1570/640/Image%28137%29.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/1570/320/Image%28137%29.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;conan breastfeeding baby. haha&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/6547781-111935500230361698?l=i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547781.post-111935497593782439</id><published>2005-06-21T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T19:56:15.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/1570/640/Image%28138%29.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/1570/320/Image%28138%29.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;caryn's baby. so cute!&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/6547781-111935497593782439?l=i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547781.post-111935492960257310</id><published>2005-06-21T19:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T19:55:29.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/1570/640/Image%28136%29.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/1570/320/Image%28136%29.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the way home.....&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/6547781-111935492960257310?l=i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547781.post-111935491176817961</id><published>2005-06-21T19:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T19:55:11.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/1570/640/Image%28134%29.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/1570/320/Image%28134%29.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;us on the cab.. conan looks so retarded.&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/6547781-111935491176817961?l=i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547781.post-111935488526541132</id><published>2005-06-21T19:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T19:54:45.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/1570/640/Image%28133%29.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/1570/320/Image%28133%29.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;close up. ahhh.. heavenly&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/6547781-111935488526541132?l=i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547781.post-111935486846382955</id><published>2005-06-21T19:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T19:54:28.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/1570/640/Image%28132%29.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/1570/320/Image%28132%29.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bought SUBWAY! my favourite cookie!!!&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/6547781-111935486846382955?l=i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547781.post-111935481577052571</id><published>2005-06-21T19:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T19:53:35.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/1570/640/Image%28130%29.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/1570/320/Image%28130%29.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to take neoprints. hah, my outfit today. =)&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/6547781-111935481577052571?l=i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com/feeds/111935481577052571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547781&amp;postID=111935481577052571&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547781/posts/default/111935481577052571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547781/posts/default/111935481577052571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com/2005/06/we-went-to-take-neoprints.html' title=''/><author><name>wanwenwanwen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547781.post-111935477751404108</id><published>2005-06-21T19:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T19:52:57.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/1570/640/Image%28129%29.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/1570/320/Image%28129%29.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wheelock place.&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/6547781-111935477751404108?l=i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547781.post-111935475049545788</id><published>2005-06-21T19:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T19:52:30.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/1570/640/Image%28127%29.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/1570/320/Image%28127%29.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our cup of gelato( baileys and green apple!!)&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' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547781.post-111935465734968537</id><published>2005-06-21T19:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T19:50:57.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/1570/640/Image%28128%29.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/1570/320/Image%28128%29.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walking to wheelock place.. conan and ryn here&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' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547781.post-111927819356564058</id><published>2005-06-20T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T23:17:49.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>still thinking</title><content type='html'>it hurts a lot to be ignored, to be treated at part of the wallpaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to school for chemistry this morning. brought my cookies to share with the others. i missed being in school, being in the company with people i treasure. chem was quite dry today. but still understood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;left early for training after mrs chen taught ryn, colina, aufar and me whatever she wanted to cover today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the weather was so &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HOT &lt;/span&gt;today. we waited for a long time for the bus. and when we got on the bus, there were lots of people(students) on the bus. and there was this particular boy that caught our eyes. lol.......... he was SO funny. he's a secondary school boy. wearing his P.E attire( i think he was playing basketball), scrawny, short.. and he was sleeping on the bus. with his mouth partially opened, his head nodding. his head was like knocking on the window every 5 seconds, caryn and i were laughing our heads off. it was hilarious. we took a few pictures of him and a video. hahah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;colina, ryn and i went to foodcourt to have our buffet again. I was so full i felt so pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;training was quite tiring today. we did our routines and later did a 'relay' run. we have to run 200m for 6 times while doing a 'race'. it was quite fun. after that, we did our program while the relay runners did their runs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm quite tired today. going for fish and co and shopping with ryn. can't wait!! i want to get a pedicure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547781-111927819356564058?l=i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com/feeds/111927819356564058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547781&amp;postID=111927819356564058&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547781/posts/default/111927819356564058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547781/posts/default/111927819356564058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com/2005/06/still-thinking.html' title='still thinking'/><author><name>wanwenwanwen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547781.post-111919152633563106</id><published>2005-06-19T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T22:32:06.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy fathers' day!!</title><content type='html'>i had tuition this morning. after that, i spent the afternoon trying out a recipe i found on the net. it's a recipe for double chocolate chips cookie!!! it turned out well!!! ahahahahaha.. went to sunbathe after that and waited for my parents to be ready to go for dinner while doing some work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to chinatown for dinner. since it's fathers' day today, daddy decided on where to go. had great dinner and later went to queensway.&lt;br /&gt;dad, bro and i bought shoes. lol, i think all of us spent about $500 plus there. i bought a nike air force. so pretty. heh, will post a picture of it soon. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my brother and i had fun on the car taking crap pictures. see the one that we WERE smooching. aha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired, going to bed soon, there's chemistry  and training tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547781-111919152633563106?l=i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com/feeds/111919152633563106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547781&amp;postID=111919152633563106&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547781/posts/default/111919152633563106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547781/posts/default/111919152633563106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wish-i-could.blogspot.com/2005/06/happy-fathers-day.html' title='happy fathers&apos; 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