<?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-4490625662567098603</id><updated>2011-07-29T00:14:33.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'>llgoddessll</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17137026910186148456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>107</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490625662567098603.post-2229168160965992789</id><published>2009-12-29T03:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T04:03:47.122-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ohmygod. My Profs are fucking funny I swear. I decided to check my school mail after not logging in since like exams ended and there were 2 emails from 2 different profs informing us about the release of our final grades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I already know my final grades la but I just read the emails for the heck of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what my Academic writing Prof said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have just been given permission to publish your pending results on our section's site on SMUvista. So, please take a few minutes to look at your results and grades. Blah blah blah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she sent another mail to apologize about how although she had updated our "grammar quiz 2" component, the system failed to reflect if we checked at that time, the thing would say that we scored an F.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; I have now rectified it, and published the MARKS for Grammar Quiz 2, so please look at your results again, and I hope you can see your real marks now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I apologize for the misery it must have caused all of you to see your grade as F,a although SOME of you did really get that grade for that quiz, sadly.&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;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;HAHAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I checked my mail from my BGS instructor who also announced that our results are out and that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As a reminder, the informal release of the grade is not a “first offer” of a grade.  I will not entertain any bargaining for a better grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We release the grades before submitting them to the registrar in order to give you a chance to let us know of any apparent data entry error, and that’s all. &lt;br /&gt;So if you have a reasonable doubt that such a clerical error occurred, do let me know as soon as possible.  If you don’t know what reasonable doubt is, check here: &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Reasonable_doubt" target="_blank"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Reasonable_doubt&lt;/a&gt;.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; HAHAHA!LOVE MY SCHOOL. I am going to check that out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4490625662567098603-2229168160965992789?l=saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/feeds/2229168160965992789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4490625662567098603&amp;postID=2229168160965992789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/2229168160965992789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/2229168160965992789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/2009/12/ohmygod.html' title=''/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17137026910186148456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490625662567098603.post-3111626144816485090</id><published>2009-12-16T07:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T09:11:43.478-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;        &lt;/span&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;Before I start talking about today, I want to shout out to my cousins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MISS ALL OF YOU ALOT ALOT: MAR,REG,ROW,ANGE and I know it's sometimes my fault that we don't meet very often but let's try and find some time to meet even though Mar and Row - both of you are working and are prolly really busy and Ange is just busy well..eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVELOVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO today I went to the zoo with Matt (sorry didn't invite anybody cause we wanted it to be a date thing.) and I'm never working at the zoo as long as I stay in Pasir Ris. The journey is a total killer. Plus today of all days my flu decided to act up again a little so it was pretty annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went in, looked at the usual stuff..Matt was damn excited cause the last time he went to the zoo was before it renovated but the last time I went was when it was relatively new with cousins! Or at least some of us. Haha..Took photos mostly of the animals and not so much of ourselves cause that's the purpose of visiting the zoo after all..BUT before I upload photos of the zoo, check out the outfit that I chose especially for this trip! - Prints tank (I saw it ytd and I couldn't resist buying it for the occasion) and my peacock feather head piece and and of course my leopard printed shoes. HAHA. So over the top I know. If people couldn't guess where I was heading to then they probably have an IQ of an ant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2mj1pmkHc/SykEqR0RJLI/AAAAAAAAAK8/iu717ScMEU8/s1600-h/DSCN4749.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2mj1pmkHc/SykEqR0RJLI/AAAAAAAAAK8/iu717ScMEU8/s320/DSCN4749.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415865151273378994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                                                                                                             Sss-nazzy outfit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2mj1pmkHc/SykEq-pT4LI/AAAAAAAAALE/moOqCXoFaC0/s1600-h/DSCN4751.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2mj1pmkHc/SykEq-pT4LI/AAAAAAAAALE/moOqCXoFaC0/s320/DSCN4751.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415865163307016370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2mj1pmkHc/SykErTEtK9I/AAAAAAAAALM/2IJbXQpwesU/s1600-h/DSCN4752.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2mj1pmkHc/SykErTEtK9I/AAAAAAAAALM/2IJbXQpwesU/s320/DSCN4752.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415865168790629330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2mj1pmkHc/SykErraNKQI/AAAAAAAAALU/RevlOcDgRqM/s1600-h/DSCN4753.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2mj1pmkHc/SykErraNKQI/AAAAAAAAALU/RevlOcDgRqM/s320/DSCN4753.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415865175323257090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                         &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The Outback section of the zoo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2mj1pmkHc/SykGejpUQ4I/AAAAAAAAALk/YaUX-N3WzPA/s1600-h/DSCN4757.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2mj1pmkHc/SykGejpUQ4I/AAAAAAAAALk/YaUX-N3WzPA/s320/DSCN4757.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415867148924109698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                            &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Manifestation of the devil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2mj1pmkHc/SykGfNVRAfI/AAAAAAAAALs/73sa8tniYHw/s1600-h/DSCN4761.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2mj1pmkHc/SykGfNVRAfI/AAAAAAAAALs/73sa8tniYHw/s320/DSCN4761.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415867160114299378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                          &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;   "It means no worries..for the rest of our daayyss"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2mj1pmkHc/SykGfmNVEjI/AAAAAAAAAL0/XhUHhD8H7vM/s1600-h/DSCN4762.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2mj1pmkHc/SykGfmNVEjI/AAAAAAAAAL0/XhUHhD8H7vM/s320/DSCN4762.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415867166791897650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                             &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2mj1pmkHc/SykGf0HoAeI/AAAAAAAAAL8/CUqs6b4P2Bs/s1600-h/DSCN4768.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2mj1pmkHc/SykGf0HoAeI/AAAAAAAAAL8/CUqs6b4P2Bs/s320/DSCN4768.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415867170526069218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2mj1pmkHc/SykGgeBMDbI/AAAAAAAAAME/jh1sWAyu1hM/s1600-h/DSCN4769.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2mj1pmkHc/SykGgeBMDbI/AAAAAAAAAME/jh1sWAyu1hM/s320/DSCN4769.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415867181773360562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Damn scary. It was pacing back and forth while looking at everyone in the eye. Matt says that the spirit of the crazy suicidal man still resides in there that's why it was pacing around nervously. Btw it seems really impossible to get in! Wonder how that guy did it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2mj1pmkHc/SykJT5x702I/AAAAAAAAAMM/n0vwMWfrp_Q/s1600-h/DSCN4771.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2mj1pmkHc/SykJT5x702I/AAAAAAAAAMM/n0vwMWfrp_Q/s320/DSCN4771.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415870264422159202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                                                      LOVELOVE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2mj1pmkHc/SykJWC54taI/AAAAAAAAAMs/cZYmrwzt-NY/s1600-h/DSCN4778.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2mj1pmkHc/SykJWC54taI/AAAAAAAAAMs/cZYmrwzt-NY/s320/DSCN4778.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415870301231166882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Matt admitted that he looks like a chimp. Haha I had to take a photo so you all can make comparisons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2mj1pmkHc/SykKxQHe5JI/AAAAAAAAAM0/R-Rq7ANuLr0/s1600-h/DSCN4779.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2mj1pmkHc/SykKxQHe5JI/AAAAAAAAAM0/R-Rq7ANuLr0/s320/DSCN4779.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415871868145951890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(It's all in the ears I say!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2mj1pmkHc/SykKx2-RUpI/AAAAAAAAAM8/WJov4Nfftyc/s1600-h/DSCN4782.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2mj1pmkHc/SykKx2-RUpI/AAAAAAAAAM8/WJov4Nfftyc/s320/DSCN4782.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415871878576296594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Small but they smell fucking deadly. The KFC was located quite near by their stupid enclosure and when someone left the door open, the smell just wafted in and hit us so bad it was hard to keep our food down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2mj1pmkHc/SykKyHB080I/AAAAAAAAANE/LyklE1ropWQ/s1600-h/DSCN4787.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2mj1pmkHc/SykKyHB080I/AAAAAAAAANE/LyklE1ropWQ/s320/DSCN4787.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415871882886181698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2mj1pmkHc/SykKyh0YQnI/AAAAAAAAANM/nOxARdZIx0I/s1600-h/DSCN4789.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2mj1pmkHc/SykKyh0YQnI/AAAAAAAAANM/nOxARdZIx0I/s320/DSCN4789.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415871890077532786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Swung it's trunk round and round so hard I swear I saw it fly for abit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2mj1pmkHc/SykKzKOwzdI/AAAAAAAAANU/7XToNYvREBc/s1600-h/DSCN4791.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2mj1pmkHc/SykKzKOwzdI/AAAAAAAAANU/7XToNYvREBc/s320/DSCN4791.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415871900925611474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh btw I saw this elephant pass out it's waste and stuff and it's UGLY. Like coconuts falling from a tree and like a big fat hose turned on to full blast. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2mj1pmkHc/SykQCwqhiuI/AAAAAAAAANc/2QSg8b1k_nY/s1600-h/DSCN4792.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2mj1pmkHc/SykQCwqhiuI/AAAAAAAAANc/2QSg8b1k_nY/s320/DSCN4792.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415877666498775778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rmb someone saying 1 of them is mad cause it's like all enclosed and stuff. Poor thing. I would go mad also if I knew I was supposed to be snowy white but looked as if I hadn't showered in years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2mj1pmkHc/SykQDYM3sBI/AAAAAAAAANk/ee3uIcCPmGE/s1600-h/DSCN4797.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2mj1pmkHc/SykQDYM3sBI/AAAAAAAAANk/ee3uIcCPmGE/s320/DSCN4797.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415877677111816210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2mj1pmkHc/SykSwYImsaI/AAAAAAAAAOE/9RpYfMUV3-A/s1600-h/DSCN4802.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2mj1pmkHc/SykSwYImsaI/AAAAAAAAAOE/9RpYfMUV3-A/s320/DSCN4802.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415880649211294114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Favourite animals at the mo' for obvious reasons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2mj1pmkHc/SykQDvBDKoI/AAAAAAAAANs/ivTqNZ6-pJg/s1600-h/DSCN4798.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2mj1pmkHc/SykQDvBDKoI/AAAAAAAAANs/ivTqNZ6-pJg/s320/DSCN4798.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415877683236252290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2mj1pmkHc/SykQEgp5GAI/AAAAAAAAAN8/UlLkbwedKx0/s1600-h/DSCN4801.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2mj1pmkHc/SykQEgp5GAI/AAAAAAAAAN8/UlLkbwedKx0/s320/DSCN4801.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415877696560896002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1 male lion perched on top of the highest rock while the other females lay in a corner. Very sexist. Plus Matt had to add "walao the male shiok sia every night. Can pick and choose." DISGUSTING LA YOU. So I said "So now you wanna have a mass orgy with unknown girls?" and to my horror he replied "No la just you can already you ARE 5 people."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2mj1pmkHc/SykQEObyEWI/AAAAAAAAAN0/XdCl1D-J1-g/s1600-h/DSCN4800.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2mj1pmkHc/SykQEObyEWI/AAAAAAAAAN0/XdCl1D-J1-g/s320/DSCN4800.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415877691669877090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm quite sure their surnames are Chia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2mj1pmkHc/SykSwylb0fI/AAAAAAAAAOM/5UnzlPXtw9c/s1600-h/DSCN4807.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2mj1pmkHc/SykSwylb0fI/AAAAAAAAAOM/5UnzlPXtw9c/s320/DSCN4807.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415880656311538162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2mj1pmkHc/SykSxTECFzI/AAAAAAAAAOU/36_ZsDC5E9A/s1600-h/DSCN4811.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2mj1pmkHc/SykSxTECFzI/AAAAAAAAAOU/36_ZsDC5E9A/s320/DSCN4811.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415880665029809970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Naughty orang utan was hanging upside down spitting saliva at passers-by. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Matt (jokingly): No wonder my hair felt wet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: Maybe it will make your hair grow faster. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2mj1pmkHc/SykJUXP0TvI/AAAAAAAAAMU/vq-vMnk92LI/s1600-h/DSCN4772.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2mj1pmkHc/SykJUXP0TvI/AAAAAAAAAMU/vq-vMnk92LI/s320/DSCN4772.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415870272332123890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                             &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Big fat man of the jungle. If i'm not wrong they share 98% of our DNA! I'm quite thankful for the remaining 2% that they lack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we bought the photos that the zoo photog took for us when we entered the zoo as a souvenier and we happily left the zoo =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: We have been shitting in sync TWICE today and I'm quite positive it was when we were eating KFC and accidentally swallowed some of the dirty smelly goat air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4490625662567098603-3111626144816485090?l=saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/feeds/3111626144816485090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4490625662567098603&amp;postID=3111626144816485090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/3111626144816485090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/3111626144816485090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/2009/12/before-i-start-talking-about-today-i.html' title=''/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17137026910186148456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2mj1pmkHc/SykEqR0RJLI/AAAAAAAAAK8/iu717ScMEU8/s72-c/DSCN4749.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490625662567098603.post-5779832535218033986</id><published>2009-12-01T02:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T02:51:28.155-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My parents just came home from work. I was just listening to Chris Brown's "I can transform ya" and my dad was totally rapping over it tunelessly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am so hungry-where is my naan-i want my naan."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're having Indian food for dinner yaaaayyy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4490625662567098603-5779832535218033986?l=saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/feeds/5779832535218033986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4490625662567098603&amp;postID=5779832535218033986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/5779832535218033986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/5779832535218033986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-parents-just-came-home-from-work.html' title=''/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17137026910186148456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490625662567098603.post-5650770682345788269</id><published>2009-11-30T06:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T07:48:58.284-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A Matthias Siow a day,&lt;br /&gt;Keeps insanity at bay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like I'm one step closer to insanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imissyouimissyouimissyouimissyouimissyouimissyouIMISSYOU.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4490625662567098603-5650770682345788269?l=saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/feeds/5650770682345788269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4490625662567098603&amp;postID=5650770682345788269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/5650770682345788269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/5650770682345788269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/2009/11/matthias-siow-day-keeps-insanity-at-bay.html' title=''/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17137026910186148456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490625662567098603.post-6925607957528145582</id><published>2009-11-29T21:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T22:11:21.078-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DRAMA IN THE KITCHEN</title><content type='html'>Today was the first day I cooked something independently without anybody's help!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All thanks to the fact that Liz had to go back to Pasir Ris to do some cleaning and that godma is sick and ate her own porridge so Claire and I had to cook instant noodles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very happy with myself =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So first we put water in the pot and let it boil and I cooked Claire's noodles without any problem (except that I forgot to put in the chilli powder but it was okay with her because she didn't want it too spicy) So SUCCESS NUMBER ONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was my turn and I ate this ramen thingy so it was damn easy cuz like Claire's noodles were like all broken up whereas mine was one round piece of thing. But after opening it up I realised that there was no seasoning so I thought maybe the seasoning is already like encapsulated in the noodles or something. So happily I put it in the boiling water where my egg broke automatically because silly Claire left it near the sink where it rolled right in and broke but I saved it in time and plopped it into the pot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after awhile, the pot started bubbling very weirdly and there was alot of foam and stuff and I thought there wasn't enough water so I poured more in. Then like in 10 seconds or so, 1 orange and 1 white plastic packets floated up and I was like OH SHIT THAT'S THE SEASONING! So I panicked and switched off the fire and decided to throw everything away. (Claire: "Nvm still can! You just take out the plastic then can still cook!"  I tried very hard to explain to her that I cannot drink soup which had just been boiled with plastic flavouring because it's poisonous.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The throwing away part was funny because I made Claire hold open a plastic bag while I scooped noodles out of the pot with my chopsticks and threw it inside then the hot soup kept splashing on her HAHA. Then the small remaining bits had to be thrown into the sink (together with the egg) and the drain thingy was clogged up and I think the draining thing is very very disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Eeeee now we have to get the noodles and the egg out from the drain thing. You dare?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claire: I daarreee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She started complaining after awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we had to restart the process of me cooking my noodles the second time by which I made sure that I took the seasoning out before dumping everything in. (Sometimes I don't blame some of you for thinking I'm stupid but most of the time I am really quite smart.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put in the egg and seasoning and waited for it to cook! When it was done, I put my bowl in the sink to get ready to pour the noodles in (I put it in the sink cuz I was afraid that I'd dirty the table if I misaimed or something.) and it was perfect! Except now it was too hot to carry out of the sink. So I came up with the bright idea of using a plate as a "tray" for the bowl but it wasn't bright enough because I still had to transfer the bowl out of the sink onto the plate. SO Claire came up with a brighter idea: "I know! You put the plate in the sink also la then can carry the bowl onto the plate easier!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have taught you well sis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then there was another problem! It was simply too hot for me to lift it up =( I hate hot things. I don't even like bathing in hot water. But Claire was very daring! She volunteered to lift it for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claire: I do I do I can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: No you cannot it's too hot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claire: YES I CAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: NO YOU CANNOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This part kinda reminded me about that scene in finding nemo so I decided not to be like Marlin and just let her try. Isn't it funny how just ytd I posted something about Nemo? Haha. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claire: You see ah I carry....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TADAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we high fived!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: GOOD JOB SIS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claire: GOOD JOB TER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I happily carried the plate out and started eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a very fruitful experience and what I've learnt from this experience is this: &lt;strong&gt;soup is merely very tasty water. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4490625662567098603-6925607957528145582?l=saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/feeds/6925607957528145582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4490625662567098603&amp;postID=6925607957528145582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/6925607957528145582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/6925607957528145582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/2009/11/drama-in-kitchen.html' title='DRAMA IN THE KITCHEN'/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17137026910186148456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490625662567098603.post-1279109255764108592</id><published>2009-11-29T06:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T07:19:35.178-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to church again today as usual and met Sher &amp;amp; Jon and Mel &amp;amp; Ben there! So we went out for lunch tgt after mass - all 6 of us squueeeezed into Matt's tiny car. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back at Matt's place after lunch, I was getting abit bored so i started reading mylifeisaverage. Then I came across this rather funny one and told Matt about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Today, I was having a family discussion (including my grandparents) about emos. Since they didn't know what being emo was, I explained it to to them. After listening to my explanation, my grandfather replied "I thought emo was the name of a fish from a cartoon"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Matt and I laughed and then he coolly implied that the grandfather was being silly because "HAHAHA THAT'S ELMO."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laughed even harder. NOW MYLIFEISAVERAGE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4490625662567098603-1279109255764108592?l=saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/feeds/1279109255764108592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4490625662567098603&amp;postID=1279109255764108592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/1279109255764108592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/1279109255764108592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/2009/11/went-to-church-again-today-as-usual-and.html' title=''/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17137026910186148456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490625662567098603.post-2323567173684680371</id><published>2009-11-23T08:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T08:40:09.145-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OMG. Clare just watched New Moon illegally and told me that it is quite disappointing..I'm still gonna be watching it though since I'm such a big fan of the book (the whole concept of it. Not so much of her writing.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we kinda just spent the last half hour or more discussing how Stewart basically sucks and has perpetually 2 main expressions. (Clare: Even Brittany Snow can play a better Bella!) (I kinda agree cuz I think she has abit of the Bella look) Plus Pattinson is not exactly that good an actor also AND to me he really doesn't look like an Edward. So I was being bored and googling to see how Dakota Fanning looks like as Jane until I chanced on this website which said that Ryan from high school musical was sorta selected to be Alec but they didn't choose him in the end because he was too tall for Dakota. WHYYY OHH WHYYY =( And it also told me who Meyer's first choice for Edward was! OH. MY. GOD! I AM SO UPSET THEY DIDN'T CHOOSE HIM INSTEAD BECAUSE HE MORE OR LESS FITS MY EDWARD. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's kinda unknown la..a Henry Cavill. But but he has abit of that ancienty look like he was from old England kinda look! And isn't that what Edward is supposed to be cause he's supposed to be pretty old and stuff! AHHHH..and they didn't choose him precisely cause he looks too old to be 17. Well I think they can make him look kinda 17 if they tried! Even if they can't he is still sooo much better than Patty. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407339246866827170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2mj1pmkHc/Swq6ZU2Gh6I/AAAAAAAAAK0/1xsRt8ssqhw/s320/twilight,_henry_cavill.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407339245466055138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2mj1pmkHc/Swq6ZPoIceI/AAAAAAAAAKs/Zh6jZWH1eR0/s320/henry-cavill-.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's abit sad that I kinda cannot rmb how my Edward looks like anymore because everything is kinda spoilt once you put a face to it.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4490625662567098603-2323567173684680371?l=saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/feeds/2323567173684680371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4490625662567098603&amp;postID=2323567173684680371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/2323567173684680371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/2323567173684680371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/2009/11/omg.html' title=''/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17137026910186148456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2mj1pmkHc/Swq6ZU2Gh6I/AAAAAAAAAK0/1xsRt8ssqhw/s72-c/twilight,_henry_cavill.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490625662567098603.post-8561430867309941765</id><published>2009-11-20T05:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T05:39:56.475-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went back to my house yesterday for a sneak peak at the bathroom tiles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum's one not as nice as I imagined it to be..partly because they gave the wrong coloured borders so in the end her toilet is just gonna be the same beige colour throughout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am quite happy with my toilet so far!! It looks quite good with the glittery feature wall =) Looks like my hard work paid off! Can't wait to see it after all the toiletries are installed..Plus after my mirror is put up, it's gonna look super nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mirror is nice because it looks abit like zebra prints =) Stop sniggering and thinking "I knew it" Priyathaana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm enjoying my stay at my godma's house so far cuz it's on the 9th floor unlike my house so it's much breezier up here! Plus it's a walk away from tampines mall and really near to this coffee shop with alot of food...and it's super near SUPPER WHICH WE ARE ALL GOING FOR TMR COUSINS DON'T GIVE ME EXCUSES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mr. ttteehhhhh tekkkkkk!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to my books =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4490625662567098603-8561430867309941765?l=saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/feeds/8561430867309941765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4490625662567098603&amp;postID=8561430867309941765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/8561430867309941765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/8561430867309941765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/2009/11/went-back-to-my-house-yesterday-for.html' title=''/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17137026910186148456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490625662567098603.post-827579618820952204</id><published>2009-11-15T07:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T07:48:37.355-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'M IN MY GODMA'S HOUSE NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First night away from my house which my whole family has moved out of to make way for renovations. Hope my toilet turns out looking nice cause I'm still doubting my choices actually..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my house =( I had to say goodbye to the toilets and the rooms and my bolster =( but the good news is lisa is gng back to get my bolsters (left and right) for me when she picks Claire up from school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha what a loser.she still has school in the morning and she's still awake!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4490625662567098603-827579618820952204?l=saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/feeds/827579618820952204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4490625662567098603&amp;postID=827579618820952204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/827579618820952204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/827579618820952204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-in-my-godmas-house-now-first-night.html' title=''/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17137026910186148456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490625662567098603.post-1554191674329004151</id><published>2009-11-11T04:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T04:36:40.638-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm trying to do my essay in my room but i got distracted by some commotion downstairs. First it was people chattering away as if it was mooncake festival night (because people will gather downstairs and carry lanterns and chit chat). Then people started clapping according to some imaginery beat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curious, I looked out the window only to see a group of people wearing white on the school field in some weird diamond formation. Then I just stared and stared at them because no one congregates on the field at night let alone a bunch of white people. They loook damn scary like GHOSTS doing exercise. So i gave them the raise eyebrow look a few times as I tried to figure out wth they were doing until I realised that they could probably see me from where they are since my room is lighted and it's dark outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I got up to shit so I told my mum about it on the way. who told my dad. who later came into my room, looked out and said, "oh..these are the people got weight one ah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so enlightened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he went to my mum's room to tell her his amazing discovery. That SOME people actually do have weight. WOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he changed it to something like "they are all the fat fat people. Like your kind one."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4490625662567098603-1554191674329004151?l=saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/feeds/1554191674329004151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4490625662567098603&amp;postID=1554191674329004151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/1554191674329004151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/1554191674329004151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-trying-to-do-my-essay-in-my-room-but.html' title=''/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17137026910186148456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490625662567098603.post-5821598474934651468</id><published>2009-11-09T06:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T06:36:34.481-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was watching fairly odd parents today whilst having dinner because bratty claire didn't want to let me watch Friends. But there was one part which was abit funny where Timmy and his dad were in the attic looking at old stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father: These bottles used to hold my dreams!&lt;br /&gt;-Timmy then accidentally breaks bottle-&lt;br /&gt;Timmy: Oops! I'm sorry I broke your dreams dad =(&lt;br /&gt;Father: That's okay son! My dreams were already broken a long long time ago!&lt;br /&gt;Timmy: Oh when?&lt;br /&gt;Father: Let's see..how old are you again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conversely, I think all my dreams will be fulfilled after I have my first child. The world cannot end on 2012 =( I wouldn't even be a mother yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Unlike my mum who says "walao! Then I won't even be able to see my CPF!"  Good to know that's your priority in life mums)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the day:The intensity of my love for you is the same intensity as the smell of my fart. (that is hell a LOT of love okay.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4490625662567098603-5821598474934651468?l=saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/feeds/5821598474934651468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4490625662567098603&amp;postID=5821598474934651468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/5821598474934651468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/5821598474934651468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-was-watching-fairly-odd-parents-today.html' title=''/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17137026910186148456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490625662567098603.post-175824237421277630</id><published>2009-10-25T14:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T14:17:53.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO EVERYONE! IT'S 5:11 AM AND I AM IN SCHOOOOL! Been here since 9 plus doing some project work and I was getting abit tired but amazingly enough, I'm not that tired anymore. In fact it feels like I just woke up and I'm ready for breakfast. Actually craving salty food right about now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've a class at 145pm later. Although it's just some half an hour test I hope I don't crash from now till then because this test is my only hope for this dreaded subject. Maybe I should take a nap now I don't know...but I'm not very keen on sleeping on the floor of the GSR which everyone knows is a good, private space for couples to ahem. God knows what substance is in the carpet so nooooooo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Major decision...sleep or not sleeepp..ahhhhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLAIRE YOU ARE SO RANDOM STOP IT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4490625662567098603-175824237421277630?l=saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/feeds/175824237421277630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4490625662567098603&amp;postID=175824237421277630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/175824237421277630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/175824237421277630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/2009/10/hello-everyone-its-511-am-and-i-am-in.html' title=''/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17137026910186148456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490625662567098603.post-5097628260127820706</id><published>2009-10-20T06:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T07:30:53.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the outcast.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Yesterday was Monday and it wasn't a very good Monday for me because I had a statistics mid term paper from 730 PM to 930PM. But it was abit good because Matt didn't have to book in on Sunday thanks to Deepavali! So we had lunch at Superdog where we were talking about usual stuff and I was getting abit bored so I decided to play a game which we have never played before in all our times eating at a fast food restaurant. For 4 years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We poured our 2 packets of fries onto the tray (like we always do) and started eating from it..then I suggested that we should play the "fry reject game" where we take turns to choose which fry we would like to eat next until we were left with the lone reject fry. HAHA..stupid matt kept aiming the long long fries but i still some of his cause i like long long fries too. Here is a picture of the reject.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394688122289663010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2mj1pmkHc/St3IQ9MYLCI/AAAAAAAAAKc/nx-kIPn9ZvE/s320/Photo0102.jpg" border="0" /&gt;TOP VIEW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394688131708223554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2mj1pmkHc/St3IRgR8AEI/AAAAAAAAAKk/svhwN0oZ2qw/s320/Photo0103.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;SIDE VIEW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The funniest part was when I thought the game was getting abit childish, Matt said "Eh later must mix the fries back ah"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAHAHA. Thanks for making me feel like I had invented such a matured game as compared to your silly comment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After years of eating fast food with my dearest, I have finally discovered what true love is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take this down people. For your little quote book of love : TRUE LOVE IS WHEN YOU ARE WILLING TO LET THE PERSON YOU LOVE HAVE THE LONGEST AND SOGGIEST FRY. (or whichever type of fry you like the best)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and and I saved this little bit of hotdog for last cause it's so delicious and Matt asked if he could have some and i said no. But he was very persistent and he stole it from my paper box and almost put the whole thing in his mouth. So I gave in and let him bite some.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Just a LITTLE BIT ah..like half a cm kind of bite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Matt: I know la i know la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: See. This is what I call love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Matt: This is what i call SELFISH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4490625662567098603-5097628260127820706?l=saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/feeds/5097628260127820706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4490625662567098603&amp;postID=5097628260127820706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/5097628260127820706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/5097628260127820706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/2009/10/outcast.html' title='the outcast.'/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17137026910186148456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2mj1pmkHc/St3IQ9MYLCI/AAAAAAAAAKc/nx-kIPn9ZvE/s72-c/Photo0102.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490625662567098603.post-1098661203137631908</id><published>2009-10-10T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T09:02:27.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;My reccess week is almost over!! NOOOOOOO =( Times really flies man. Haven't even been bothering much with school stuff and still I don't think I've been maximising this time with friends and loved ones. Probably been sleeping most of the time...Anyways it was finally time for me to get down to stupid Acad writing outline thingy and Claire was just disturbing me on msn. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390999859891966002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2mj1pmkHc/StCtz1EKkDI/AAAAAAAAAKE/sSWxKln_zW0/s320/weml+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391000278490155362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2mj1pmkHc/StCuMMdwCWI/AAAAAAAAAKM/JKgZF_v1tJE/s320/weml+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391000558066848882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2mj1pmkHc/StCucd-B1HI/AAAAAAAAAKU/dAGoDlaMLCk/s320/weml+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You'll understand what she's doing if you watched camp rock where the bimbo girl tries to use her fingers to form the letters W,E,M,L one by one (weml stands for whatever major loser!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think I'm becoming lame like her. Why am I even blogging about this.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ANYWAY HAPPY BIRTHDAY LIZ! I know you were gonna cry just now when we gave you the card and read it out to you!!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;("Thank you for cooking delicious food for me...Thank you for washing and ironing my clothes because I dunno how to..")&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then Claire goes on to write "Thank you for bathing me, playing with me, sleeping with me"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"but most of all....THANK YOU FOR TAKING CARE OF US AND BEING PART OF OUR FAMILY!" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then Claire comments "You crying right see your eyes so watery."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Liz nonchalantly replies "No la! You think I going to go away and die or what! haha!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But everybody can tell that she is and she's touched. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We really really need her in this house. Claire says we should have added "Please stay with us forever and don't go back!" Tsk so selfish. But then again....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4490625662567098603-1098661203137631908?l=saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/feeds/1098661203137631908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4490625662567098603&amp;postID=1098661203137631908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/1098661203137631908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/1098661203137631908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-reccess-week-is-almost-over-nooooooo.html' title=''/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17137026910186148456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2mj1pmkHc/StCtz1EKkDI/AAAAAAAAAKE/sSWxKln_zW0/s72-c/weml+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490625662567098603.post-3717429419647192611</id><published>2009-10-01T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T21:13:42.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YAYY!!Finally a break from school..I've been waiting so long for this week man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past few weeks i just felt like I was going through this whole repetitive motion from monday to thursday..It was getting real boring and tiring. But now...it's reccess week yay! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't think i should feel that school is some boring cycle. I really dunno what's missing..a cca maybe? HOW AM I GOING TO GET THROUGH 4 YEARS OF THIS MY GOD. If only I could find out what's the missing link that would make me enjoy school more....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINISHED WATCHING GOSSIP GIRL SEASON 1. Aiming to finish watching season 2 by the end of the break but dunno if that's possible...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch later with anne and clare and dinner with SA bunch..but first I have to finish watching episode 2 of gg first..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4490625662567098603-3717429419647192611?l=saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/feeds/3717429419647192611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4490625662567098603&amp;postID=3717429419647192611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/3717429419647192611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/3717429419647192611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/2009/10/yayyfinally-break-from-school.html' title=''/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17137026910186148456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490625662567098603.post-3817465645965464469</id><published>2009-09-18T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T08:15:13.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FUCKING PISSED. I JUST TYPED THIS FLONG ENTRY AND DID BLOGGER SAVE IT?NOOOO..IT DIDN'T. AND WHAT HAPPENED WHEN I CLICKED PUBLISH POST? THEY MAKE ME FUCKING SIGN IN AGAIN AND WHEN I DO WHERE IS MY POST? WELL IT'S NOT UNDER DRAFTS IT'S NOT UNDER ANYWHERE. ARGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway my post but about how PISSED I am with a few things and now I'm even MORE PISSED because I can't even blog about my pissyness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN YOU BLOGGER I WANT TO EAT YOU.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4490625662567098603-3817465645965464469?l=saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/feeds/3817465645965464469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4490625662567098603&amp;postID=3817465645965464469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/3817465645965464469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/3817465645965464469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/2009/09/fucking-pissed.html' title=''/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17137026910186148456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490625662567098603.post-8644611827374393017</id><published>2009-09-14T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T08:33:21.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Full of events this past weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sister's birthday party on the 12th of Sept and it happened to be Claire's 19th birthday as well! =) HAPPY BIRTHDAY CLARE! I know I was suppoed to text you and everything but wishing you face to face is specialer! Hope you like the wallet! Please look at it day and night so that it'll grow on you more. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the morning I had brunch with TLC and i'm so sorry I was late. I'm already trying to change! (which is evident from how I was the earliest for picnic yesterday and for class today - 5 mins early woohoo!) Went to that swanky mall next to the thai embassy which houses this cafe called P.S cafe which serves good food! =) If i'm not wrong, they do brunch ALL day. Had some omelette,bacon,sausage and mushroom thingy and i think the sausage was actually beef but I couldn't really taste it so I ate almost all of it. Clare and Ney tasted it and I told them not to tell me if they thought it was beef. Idiot Clare told me it was but nvm..selective hearing right? Oooh and and I had strawberry milkshake to go along with it and it was dee-ee-eelicious! Tasted super like paddle pop! Can you imagine drinking paddle pop? YUMMEEE. And there was a scoop of ice cream in it too =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i had to rush to tampines 1 to get the sleeping beauty anagram that I bought for Claire (my sister's) party, pumped. It's a pretty big balloon man and it was damn embarrassing trying to walk past the saturday crowd to get to the bus stop. It was so big that it took an entire seat beside Reg in the bus. Haha. GO ON A DIET SLEEPING BEAUTY. sleep sleep sleep. Of course become fat lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kept getting calls from my mother,father,godma,godpa who were hurrying me to get back because all my sister's friends were already at the party and I was organizing the games for them as usual so i tried to rush home. Games went pretty smoothly! During passing the parcel, I stopped the music exactly at my sister's best friend (who is like fat) unintentionally of course since I'm not supposed to look at them pass while operating the player. And her forfeit was to "Run around the circle 10 times shouting I'm a smelly pig" HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2mj1pmkHc/Sq5Vf94wi0I/AAAAAAAAAIk/vrp-KS9KKZM/s1600-h/passing+the+parcel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2mj1pmkHc/Sq5Vf94wi0I/AAAAAAAAAIk/vrp-KS9KKZM/s320/passing+the+parcel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381332612431252290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(*ahem* girl in purple)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2mj1pmkHc/Sq5WnlAusHI/AAAAAAAAAIs/NfjS0MRqjJc/s1600-h/sleeping+beauty+and+ange.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2mj1pmkHc/Sq5WnlAusHI/AAAAAAAAAIs/NfjS0MRqjJc/s320/sleeping+beauty+and+ange.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381333842704380018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mirror mirror on the wall, who's the fattest of them all? (Clue?Her name starts with A and ends with ngela)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2mj1pmkHc/Sq5XUSBXc0I/AAAAAAAAAI0/S5U4G9MRhRE/s1600-h/cake%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2mj1pmkHc/Sq5XUSBXc0I/AAAAAAAAAI0/S5U4G9MRhRE/s320/cake%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381334610700890946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;CUT CAKE TIME!C for Claire, C for Carebear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2mj1pmkHc/Sq5YJkT0wdI/AAAAAAAAAI8/q7tck_MnzrI/s1600-h/claire%27s+party+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2mj1pmkHc/Sq5YJkT0wdI/AAAAAAAAAI8/q7tck_MnzrI/s320/claire%27s+party+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381335526143214034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Princess of the day tgt with princess of everyday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2mj1pmkHc/Sq5YJ0wHddI/AAAAAAAAAJE/CV8WiQDGCSk/s1600-h/claire%27s+party+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2mj1pmkHc/Sq5YJ0wHddI/AAAAAAAAAJE/CV8WiQDGCSk/s320/claire%27s+party+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381335530556847570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The royal family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2mj1pmkHc/Sq5YKauldVI/AAAAAAAAAJM/OEqbK6UmdAI/s1600-h/claire%27s+party+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2mj1pmkHc/Sq5YKauldVI/AAAAAAAAAJM/OEqbK6UmdAI/s320/claire%27s+party+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381335540750972242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The extended royal family minus the lesbian one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2mj1pmkHc/Sq5YKkZ4r6I/AAAAAAAAAJU/uKz4HRFJ4Ls/s1600-h/nieces.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2mj1pmkHc/Sq5YKkZ4r6I/AAAAAAAAAJU/uKz4HRFJ4Ls/s320/nieces.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381335543348506530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My cutie cutie nieces!=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just in case you haven't already noticed (in which case you must be BLIND), almost all the kids and the cousins are in pink and purple cuz it was a pink and purple themed party!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY enough bout the party, time to move on to the picnic that I had with the SA bunch yesterday! =)  No photos yet! Cursed Priyathaana is not online so I can't kop photos from her..then she'll go on about how i should have facebook so that everything will be easier blah blah blah..NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was the first to arrive (tied with Ger) at Marina Bay which is like a damn empty and ulu station. Someone could get raped 10 times without anyone even noticing it. Then Priya came and we decided that we would go to the barrage first and wait for the rest there. However, after walking a short distance from the mrt to the shuttle bus bus stop, we decided that it was TOO hot for a picnic there which has apparently zero shelters and that we would eventually get heat stroke and die. Thus we trotted back to the mrt station where Marc suddenly appeared and then we decided to change venue to Vivo city's roof top instead! It was a good decision because we found a shady spot there =) Near the water somemore! Thank goodness we decided and moved fast because I swear I could smell my potato salad rotting as time ticked away.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a variety of food!=) I brought potato salad, Marc brought tuna sandwiches (hate tuna), Priya brought spicy tempura nuggets (hot favourite! haha i created a pun right there!), Lydia brought jelly with nata de coco, Joseph brought nachos with dip, Ger brought buns and LEONARD, the most impt man of all (Drinks and ice) came last. I was dying of thirst by the time he arrived. Overall, I enjoyed how we were just lazily hanging out on the grass =) I guess it's nice and comfortable when the company is right and you guys are definitely my kind of company =) Let's do it again sometime! And let's actually fly some kites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHOH then while we were in the midst of enjoying our picnic, there was free entertainment somemore! Like these 6 toy soldiers emerged from one of the entrances and started like playing their toy soldier drums and marched all the way to the other entrance. Marc and a few others tried waving to attract their attention but they couldn't walk over cuz we were like wedged in between 2 "hills" so they walked the "main road" way to their performace venue. But when they were marching back, they purposely like cut across and marched towards us and it was damn embarrassing because I had just told them how I didn't get into Samba and that I was very upset about it and Marc was all wavy and screaming " She wants to join your band!" and everything. And eventually when they got closer he kept pointing to me and shouting "IT'S HER BIRTHDAY TODAY!" and of course Joseph thought it would be funny to join in. And what they did was split to 3 on one side when they reached our circle and then they circled us and started playing. DAMN EMBARRASSING. I laugh and cried and then my mascara went all smudgey. DAMNIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realise I actually have some pictures in my camera! But only a few and these were taken when lydia,priya and joseph went (for very long) to get 1 bottle and 1 can of green yucky tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a bohemian themed picnic by the way which everyone failed to comply with SHAME ON ALL OF YOU except Joseph the babi and half of priya. These photos are not very nice because they are taken with my old red 6.0 megapixels nikon cam although in it's defence, reddy looks brand new!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicer photos next time when I get it from priya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2mj1pmkHc/Sq5gwNKEPUI/AAAAAAAAAJc/x_pk_L-8GUA/s1600-h/DSCN4401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2mj1pmkHc/Sq5gwNKEPUI/AAAAAAAAAJc/x_pk_L-8GUA/s320/DSCN4401.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381344986036190530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me! Wearing Marc's "fidel castro" cap which is smelly and smells like tuna!! (note bohemian top)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2mj1pmkHc/Sq5gwn2wKBI/AAAAAAAAAJk/5U4YvJitMCE/s1600-h/DSCN4407.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2mj1pmkHc/Sq5gwn2wKBI/AAAAAAAAAJk/5U4YvJitMCE/s320/DSCN4407.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381344993202939922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wearing Joseph's brother's fake Ray Bans which kept falling off his face. FOUR TIMES. i counted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2mj1pmkHc/Sq5gwxqfbLI/AAAAAAAAAJs/WDdqXef5Axc/s1600-h/DSCN4404.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2mj1pmkHc/Sq5gwxqfbLI/AAAAAAAAAJs/WDdqXef5Axc/s320/DSCN4404.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381344995835866290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Boy: "Why does he look so happy lying down like he's never slept before in his life?"&lt;br /&gt;Leonard: "You'll understand once you've reached 18 and start serving the nation. You get so tired that you fall asleep anywhere especially in sandpit thingies"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2mj1pmkHc/Sq5gxjIxcQI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/HjIqDo3lXxo/s1600-h/DSCN4406.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2mj1pmkHc/Sq5gxjIxcQI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/HjIqDo3lXxo/s320/DSCN4406.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381345009116213506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Marc lying on Joseph's bohemian shirt since "Joseph is not around".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2mj1pmkHc/Sq5gyNzg9oI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/HwdADzMPU7c/s1600-h/DSCN4411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2mj1pmkHc/Sq5gyNzg9oI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/HwdADzMPU7c/s320/DSCN4411.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381345020569777794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The one who wears the same clothes after 1 month and the one who re-wears his clothes every 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class tmr and MJ after at Reg's house =) WISH ME LUCK I WANT TO WIN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4490625662567098603-8644611827374393017?l=saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/feeds/8644611827374393017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4490625662567098603&amp;postID=8644611827374393017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/8644611827374393017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/8644611827374393017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/2009/09/full-of-events-this-past-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17137026910186148456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2mj1pmkHc/Sq5Vf94wi0I/AAAAAAAAAIk/vrp-KS9KKZM/s72-c/passing+the+parcel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490625662567098603.post-3061595810725393578</id><published>2009-09-06T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T07:29:14.742-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG I'M SO BUSY DOING MY ACADEMIC WRITING CRITIQUE BUT I SO HAVE TO BLOG ABOUT THIS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking to Ange online. Our favourtie song at the moment (we always like the same songs tgt) is "bulletproof" and we are also talking about Claire's birthday party. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*llCHARMAINEll__ &lt;3 [you're like a hard candy with a surprise center.] DON'TGODon'tGodon'tgo. says:&lt;br /&gt;anw the theme for her party is pink and purple ah rmb ah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      ANGELA     says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*llCHARMAINEll__ &lt;3 [you're like a hard candy with a surprise center.] DON'TGODon'tGodon'tgo. says:&lt;br /&gt;don't wear weird color clothes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      ANGELA     says:&lt;br /&gt;i dont have pink/purple leh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      ANGELA     says:&lt;br /&gt;PINK FBT OK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*llCHARMAINEll__ &lt;3 [you're like a hard candy with a surprise center.] DON'TGODon'tGodon'tgo. says:&lt;br /&gt;ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*llCHARMAINEll__ &lt;3 [you're like a hard candy with a surprise center.] DON'TGODon'tGodon'tgo. says:&lt;br /&gt;haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*llCHARMAINEll__ &lt;3 [you're like a hard candy with a surprise center.] DON'TGODon'tGodon'tgo. says:&lt;br /&gt;then purple shirt la don't tell me don't have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*llCHARMAINEll__ &lt;3 [you're like a hard candy with a surprise center.] DON'TGODon'tGodon'tgo. says:&lt;br /&gt;you got purple fbt also&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      ANGELA     says:&lt;br /&gt;haha ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*llCHARMAINEll__ &lt;3 [you're like a hard candy with a surprise center.] DON'TGODon'tGodon'tgo. says:&lt;br /&gt;then you wear the purple one as your top&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      ANGELA     says:&lt;br /&gt;siao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*llCHARMAINEll__ &lt;3 [you're like a hard candy with a surprise center.] DON'TGODon'tGodon'tgo. says:&lt;br /&gt;cannot cover you fat tum tum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*llCHARMAINEll__ &lt;3 [you're like a hard candy with a surprise center.] DON'TGODon'tGodon'tgo. says:&lt;br /&gt;haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      ANGELA     says:&lt;br /&gt;shut up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      ANGELA     says:&lt;br /&gt;im bullet proof&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*llCHARMAINEll__ &lt;3 [you're like a hard candy with a surprise center.] DON'TGODon'tGodon'tgo. says:&lt;br /&gt;ya cuz when the bullet reach your tummy it will bounce right off.haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LL ONLY LOR GEE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4490625662567098603-3061595810725393578?l=saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/feeds/3061595810725393578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4490625662567098603&amp;postID=3061595810725393578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/3061595810725393578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/3061595810725393578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/2009/09/omg-im-so-busy-doing-my-academic.html' title=''/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17137026910186148456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490625662567098603.post-2406916329509517279</id><published>2009-08-22T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T08:45:22.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just got home from meeting up with the SA bunch! I like to meet up with the SA bunch =) (I'm such a suck up.) Anyway my enthusiasm for school has been dipping slightly from monday all through to friday so my enthusiam level right now is about er...zilch? Okay la actually i'm still a little excited about school even though things are already starting to get abit stressful even though I've only been through the first lesson for most of my mods. Like we already have to group ourselves, and like do homework (must pass up somemore!) and stuff. =( Been procastinating but looks like I really have to get down to work tmr. Grrr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very excited bout Samba tryouts and auditions! Just in case you don't alr know (you should because I have been telling everyone how desperately I want to join this cca), samba isn't the dance but a short form (it's actually called samba masala) for this percussion group in SMU and it looks damn funnnnnn! So far, Eddie, YM, Han Quan, Terrence, Esther and her friend are auditioning with me too so i'm damn excited! It's gna be fun cause their so many of us but it'll be even funner if THEY LET ME IN. yay yay yayyyy!! Then can make more friends because as it is, i find it abit hard to make friends in Uni  since there's no such thing as a fixed class =( Actually hoping for a bit more projects so I can get to know people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I'm talking to Eddie who thinks he dances like a jellyfish. (which is an understatement). I just offered to sew him some tentacles for bash and this is how our conversation went:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;*llCHARMAINEll__ &lt;3 [you're like a hard candy with a surprise center.] says:&lt;br /&gt;not at all. haha sorry i took so long to reply i'm helping you sew your tentacles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;[ e . d . m . u . n . d . the . hermit ] says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;[ e . d . m . u . n . d . the . hermit ] says:&lt;br /&gt;can i have them in rainbow colours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;*llCHARMAINEll__ &lt;3 [you're like a hard candy with a surprise center.] says:&lt;br /&gt;sure!anything for my gay jelly friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;[ e . d . m . u . n . d . the . hermit ] says:&lt;br /&gt;yes yes&lt;br /&gt;[ e . d . m . u . n . d . the . hermit ] says:&lt;br /&gt;then i'll use them to touch yiming all over&lt;br /&gt;[ e . d . m . u . n . d . the . hermit ] says:&lt;br /&gt;yummy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;*llCHARMAINEll__ &lt;3 [you're like a hard candy with a surprise center.] says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHA EEWWWW&lt;br /&gt;*llCHARMAINEll__ &lt;3 [you're like a hard candy with a surprise center.] says:&lt;br /&gt;i'm telling  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I totally used purple to further stress my point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4490625662567098603-2406916329509517279?l=saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/feeds/2406916329509517279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4490625662567098603&amp;postID=2406916329509517279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/2406916329509517279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/2406916329509517279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/2009/08/just-got-home-from-meeting-up-with-sa.html' title=''/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17137026910186148456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490625662567098603.post-1989979240609969881</id><published>2009-08-16T03:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T03:41:15.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tmr is my first day at school and Im quite excited to be embarking on this next phase of life! But I'm just a little bitter that of all the classes, I have academic writing tmr which happens to be the pre-assigned class (because I didn't get A/B for GP) thus I most probably won't be knowing anyone in there at all! =( Matt told me that it's easier to meet more new people when you're alone (so you won't always be stuck to your one friend) which is true but i just really dislike the initial process of making friends! Like awkward conversations and stuff. Well but everything has a beginning right so I'm just gonna try and be very positive about it and offer sweets to people to my left and right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've bought some new stationary in preparation for tmr but to my horror, realised that I left out "pencil case"! =( And I don't even know what is the "in" pencil case anymore after being so out of touch. Haha according to Reg it's like the metal type. ARGH. Couldn't find any nice ones around tampines area and since I've chosen to go buy my contact lens later, it means that the pencil case will just have to wait. In the meantime I can use a ziploc bag. (which Matt confessed to using in primary school WHAT a loser.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a metal princess pencil case though! nnaaahhhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i used it in JC what so no difference! nnaaahhhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEOPLE WILL JUDGE ME AND I'M MOST AFRAID OF BEING JUDGED. There, I've said it - I am so shallow sometimes. (most of the time.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Thanks Reg for offering your extra hello kitty pencil case but in that case I might as well use my princess pencil case right. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUNGRYHUNGRY.&lt;br /&gt;DINNERDINNER.&lt;br /&gt;NOWNOWNOWNOWNOW.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4490625662567098603-1989979240609969881?l=saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/feeds/1989979240609969881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4490625662567098603&amp;postID=1989979240609969881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/1989979240609969881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/1989979240609969881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/2009/08/tmr-is-my-first-day-at-school-and-im.html' title=''/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17137026910186148456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490625662567098603.post-4680219737699056824</id><published>2009-08-10T22:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T22:17:01.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just did  spring cleaning part 2! This was less tedious because I only tidied the shelf under my tv. The reason why I left this until almost last is because this shelf is (well..was) house to all my jc notes and stuff so it's like I was unwilling to let go of that part of me! I'm super sentimental but what to do right, I have to move on and make way for newer stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe the amount of stuff that i threw away from that shelf man and what's even more unbelievable is that I actually read almost every single thing on those papers and some a few times over! It's crazy and I really don't know how I managed to cram all that information in my brain in just 2 years man. It was definitely the craziest 2 years of my life. The ones that really pushed me to the limit. Hopefully Uni will be alot less stressful than that but i highly doubt so....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprise surprise I'm actually keeping ALL my literature texts! I might decide to pick them up one day and re read them and I'm actually gonna start reading Shakespeare's Antony and Cleopatra today! My favourite lit text out of the rest =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I also found some pink and purple paper (the nice kind that you pay per piece from popular) and realised that they were leftovers from my fairy princess party that i had last year! The ones that I printed the invitations on. The ones that said that you all had to wear something pink or sparkly. The ones that said I would do anything for you on that day but TOO BAD it's expired now so i don't care if you still have it it's not valid anymore! Haha I shall create another themed party next year mannn =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is daddy and my yong tau foo lunch I'm so hunggrrreee =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4490625662567098603-4680219737699056824?l=saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/feeds/4680219737699056824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4490625662567098603&amp;postID=4680219737699056824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/4680219737699056824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/4680219737699056824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/2009/08/just-did-spring-cleaning-part-2-this.html' title=''/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17137026910186148456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490625662567098603.post-2180945172686782010</id><published>2009-08-08T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T10:12:50.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HI FRIENDS! IT'S 01:00 ON THE 9TH OF AUGUST SOOOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY NATIONAL DAY EVERYONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or rather happy 44th birthday singapore! I love Singapore man because it makes me feel safe and I like feeling safe =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway just wished Mar on msn and she wished me back and drew me this big ugly red flag which is quite funny but because I am so noob at computers, I don't actually know how to print screen it and paste it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was feeling super happy earlier on and i'm still am chio-ing (it's am chio lor why Mar tell me it's um chio. Somebody side me leh.) from it. I'm damn mad. Mar and Marc know why. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA (&lt;--- not am chio-ing anymore. Now progressed to laughing out loud.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE LOVE SINGAPORE!WOOOHOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zi high -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4490625662567098603-2180945172686782010?l=saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/feeds/2180945172686782010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4490625662567098603&amp;postID=2180945172686782010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/2180945172686782010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/2180945172686782010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/2009/08/hi-friends-its-0100-on-9th-of-august.html' title=''/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17137026910186148456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490625662567098603.post-697046605416767353</id><published>2009-08-06T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T22:32:28.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SUPER HAPPY because I was successful in my bids for all my classes! =) Not so much so because I want this prof or that prof but because I don't actually have to go through this torturous biding process again! Until next sem that is. Not looking forward man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty excited to be starting school soon but I still dunno what to wear on my first day! Yesterday Reg came over and I was trying out my maxi dress but it just seemed a little too over the top. HELLLPPP. NEED.MORE.CLOTHES. Then Marilyn and her friend came and we Mahjonged and as usual, took damn long to finish one pot. Like 2 hrs plus? I really hope it's not me because this always seems to happen when I'm playing..hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won some money so I'm going to bring my sister out to watch "UP" later because she has been begging me to take her (and will continue to beg so i might as well bring her today). Actually I also want to watch la. I think I am a very good sister =) I am Charmaine the Caring Cheh Cheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to meet up with Clarissa and Anne Lim and Renee Oei very soon because I haven't met them since before my last camp which is a long long time ago and I miss them very much =( Hope your grandma's fine Anna! So many people to meeeeeett...so little timmmeeee...arggghhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways congrats to everyone who's bids were successful - Rach, Han Quan annndddd ME! And Han Quan you better un bookmark me i very paiseh. Sorry to the rest. TOO BAD. GO BID AGAIN. hahaha ok i damn bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4490625662567098603-697046605416767353?l=saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/feeds/697046605416767353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4490625662567098603&amp;postID=697046605416767353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/697046605416767353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/697046605416767353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/2009/08/super-happy-because-i-was-successful-in.html' title=''/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17137026910186148456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490625662567098603.post-7804775450948532190</id><published>2009-07-28T03:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T03:37:38.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As some of you might already know, my parents are planning to renovate my whole house incuding my room! (yes!) But in order to do so, most of the furniture in my room has to be hacked out i.e my pink wooden study table and all that. So since today is my free day, I finally got around to clearing and throwing away stuff! Very big achievement leh I've been procrastinating ever since um A levels were over. Pretty long time ago I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't take a "before" shot of the messsiness but my cousins should know. Haha..Anyway let's move away from my spring cleaning story abit and talk about my lame sister! She's using the computer outside which is laoya so her msn also laoya. Oh and she was listening to Beyonce's "to the left, to the left". Upon her signing in, I decided to talk to her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;*llCHARMAINEll__ &lt;3 [you're like a hard candy with a surprise center.] NEW MERMAID HAIR says:&lt;br /&gt;hi sis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Claire_&lt;3 [you're a rock princess.] says:&lt;br /&gt;why my picture is horse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Claire_&lt;3 [you're a rock princess.] says:&lt;br /&gt;to the left to the left&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;*llCHARMAINEll__ &lt;3 [you're like a hard candy with a surprise center.] NEW MERMAID HAIR says:&lt;br /&gt;haha stop it don't be LAME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Then she continues talking....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Claire_&lt;3 [you're a rock princess.] says:&lt;br /&gt;what&lt;br /&gt;Claire_&lt;3 [you're a rock princess.] says:&lt;br /&gt;but y my picture liddat&lt;br /&gt;Claire_&lt;3 [you're a rock princess.] says:&lt;br /&gt;i challenge u viwawa&lt;br /&gt;Claire_&lt;3 [you're a rock princess.] says:&lt;br /&gt;pls&lt;br /&gt;Claire_&lt;3 [you're a rock princess.] says:&lt;br /&gt;u want to play or not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Then I never reply because I'm blogging what! Then she just shouts "Eh Jie want to play or not!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We lame like that. OOH update! She just came into my room and typed this on my laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;*llCHARMAINEll__ &lt;3 [you're like a hard candy with a surprise center.] NEW MERMAID HAIR says:&lt;br /&gt;yes  &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(this is her typing to herself)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*llCHARMAINEll__ &lt;3 [you're like a hard candy with a surprise center.] NEW MERMAID HAIR says:&lt;br /&gt;wait lah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(this is her typing to herself. AGAIN.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;*runs back to the outside computer*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Claire_&lt;3 [you're a rock princess.] says:&lt;br /&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the spring cleaning story! Whilst spring cleaning, I found a lot of rubbish things. Actually took photos of it but too lazy to post. Visualize yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) A withered up stalk of rose with the wrapping still intact.&lt;br /&gt;2) Withered up rose petals around my cupboard. (And I can't rmb who it was from!)&lt;br /&gt;3) A Winnie the Pooh biscuit tin of memorabilia from one of my previous r'ships. I only kept the Linkin Park concert wristband. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;4)A piggy clock that I made in Sec 1/2 for DnT. (Imitation "Happy house" pig)&lt;br /&gt;5) A "love your nieghbour" postcard from Amanda Lim who wrote something like "Hi Char! What a great neighbour I have! Let's be neighbours always!" (She stays like 4 bus stops away from me.) OHOH BUT I found out that you're going to SMU biz too so hoping to see you there! =)&lt;br /&gt;6) A photo of me and Martin (neoprint card style!) with his WHOLE body chopped off leaving his head floating because apparently his school uniform was white.&lt;br /&gt;7) A verse in one of my old wallets asking me to "repent". (who ah. gave me that. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I HAVE DAMN ALOT OF ENID BLYTON BOOKS. And the baby sitter club. and goosebumps. and Nancy Drew. And famous five. WALAO and I thought I didn't like to read leh when I was young! Never knew I'd actually read so many books in Primary school. There was this period is Secondary school where everyone seemed to be doing alot of reading and I was like "damn. Why I don't like to read ah why can't I be like them. Am I abnormal?" WHAT MADE ME BELIEVE THAT MANN! I was a bookworm la! At this point I'm thinking of Marilyn and her Charlie and the chocolate factory. HAHAHA. (inside joke)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay and this is only SOME of the rubbish I found. OH and for those who have been in my room and observed that there is like a pair of wooden Mickey and Minnie mouse on my wall, I've removed it already so I won't have to do that when the renovation date nears. And I have no idea why but the silhouette of the couple is like imprinted onto my wall already. So there are 2 dark shadows now at that spot. Isn't that weird! Like even if there were marking I would expect it to be lighter than the wall colour cause like the wall collect dust what then nothing collected behind the mickey and minnie. Alright whatever I'm getting my walls repatinted as well. No prizes for guessing what colour but you never know! I might decide to be adventurous.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4490625662567098603-7804775450948532190?l=saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/feeds/7804775450948532190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4490625662567098603&amp;postID=7804775450948532190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/7804775450948532190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/7804775450948532190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/2009/07/as-some-of-you-might-already-know-my.html' title=''/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17137026910186148456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490625662567098603.post-8535757194134856396</id><published>2009-07-27T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T10:31:01.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAPPY 17TH BIRTHDAY ROOWW MY COUSIN! 17 is such a stupid age!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 20th Birthday Huang! Aren't you touched we were with you leh at 12 mn. Walk you home somemore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 19th Birthday Shaggy! You have finally joined the 19 club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the 28th of july. Die die also cannot forget because so far as you can see, 3 people I know celebrate their birthday today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner at Aston's today in Singpost which I didn't know existed (tucked away in the foodcourt) and I ordered black pepper grilled fish. Pretty spicy cuz got a lot of pepper in the sauce so I knew there might be some stuck in my teeth. I then asked Matt,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dear got anything stuck in my teeth?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No don't have."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you sure? Check again leh"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ya actually have." *He then proceeds to reach out and point to me but very unglam so I say.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't point. Which one is it la!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I dunno..I think it's Tom la."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA WALAO. Now my 2 front teeth got names already - Tom &amp;amp; Jerry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4490625662567098603-8535757194134856396?l=saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/feeds/8535757194134856396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4490625662567098603&amp;postID=8535757194134856396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/8535757194134856396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/8535757194134856396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-17th-birthday-rooww-my-cousin-17.html' title=''/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17137026910186148456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490625662567098603.post-3903910067632713865</id><published>2009-07-26T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T09:19:24.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I GOT INTO BONDUE CAMP RUN 1!!WOOHOO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fonz birthday party today..HAPPY EARLY 21ST FONZ HOPE YOU LIKE YOUR PRESENT AND CARD! (which i spent damn long to make but it's soooo nice!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FTT trial test tmr I'm damn scared. Like I really just browse through the stupid book lor not like the last time where I read a few times and then still wasn't too confident about my test. I'm a nerd through and through man if I don't study enough I won't feel very good about myself. I think I just might wake up slightly earlier tmr to read again since I'm too tired to read anything now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4490625662567098603-3903910067632713865?l=saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/feeds/3903910067632713865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4490625662567098603&amp;postID=3903910067632713865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/3903910067632713865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/3903910067632713865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-got-into-bondue-camp-run-1woohoo-fonz.html' title=''/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17137026910186148456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490625662567098603.post-6365575574830033358</id><published>2009-07-24T03:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T03:22:01.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FUCK man. Both runs for my business camp (Bondue) is already full! I'm soooo super disappointed! I'm not one for camps but I think this is really important because it's where you get to know some of the people in your school. I am really annoyed and sad and I guess I'm gonna be the little loser sitting in the corner of class once school starts because everyone else bonded during bondue. I suck la. Currently being placed under the waiting list but the odds are probably just like when you are waiting to to buy online clothes when they are already out of stock. DAMN IT. I will still hope though and check my email diligently everyday...ohpleaseohpleaseohplease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=(  &lt;--- this sad face is too small to express my sadness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4490625662567098603-6365575574830033358?l=saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/feeds/6365575574830033358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4490625662567098603&amp;postID=6365575574830033358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/6365575574830033358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/6365575574830033358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/2009/07/fuck-man.html' title=''/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17137026910186148456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490625662567098603.post-2715287661468496083</id><published>2009-07-23T06:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T07:27:20.771-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FTB ORIENTATION CAMP</title><content type='html'>Just came back from my camp yesterday and after bathing and eating a bowl of maggie mee (my pre dinner), I went straight to bed. It was like around 7 and I slept right through the night till 10 this morning. DAMN SHAG can the camp. On the first night i slept at like 2 plus I think and on the second night, 3 plus?And I had to wake at 630 on both the following mornings. But it was pretty okay..fun activities, made new friends although after the first day before going to bed in my tent, I really wanted to go home. Nothing to do with the camp itself or my group members but it was just CAMP. I am so not a camp person but I decided to give it my all and be participative in everything and i'm glad I did and that all my group members did and I'm very proud of that!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The activities on the first morning were things to do with team building (which is what "tb" in "ftb" stands for) which required a lot of team work be it in planning or in actually executing the task. It started out pretty rough but after a couple more activities we began to be good at what we were doing by improving on what we could have done in the previous activities. It was pretty physical but more so for the boys esp the bigger boys we literally carried almost everyone in the group. I take my hats off to them. They carried me leh ME. lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm like the heaviest girl there btw I'm so fat =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on the first night we had like a "treasure hunt" thingy where we had to go from station to station to collect clues and stuff. The games were VERY DIRTY that night and involved flour and water and jam and paint and worms and smelly raw food! There was one where we had to eat slices of apples with our mouths  but the catch is that they were embedded in like 28462837 mealworms!! Thank goodness there was a slightly elevated platform in the middle of the mealworms so it wasn't like in direct contact with the worms but it was still gross cuz when you bend down to get it like you can see worms wriggling at the corner of your eye and it's damn disgusting!! Another one was where we were blindfolded and had to fish for a supposed "eyeball" in pail of unknown substance and I was damn scared I thought it was like fish eyeball or what but it turned out to be bubble tea pearls. Anyway, it was the substance that was disgusting. I was lucky cuz mine felt like vomit but it was actually flour and water i think. However the other pails contained stuff like squid and like fish all. Then some of their hands stunk like hell after that. haha.. Oh and there was a game where our group lost to another so we had to drink up a blend of 3 ingredients. The winning group picked celery, onion and chilli sauce and that was REALLY REALLY GROSS I almost puked it out. It was like fear factor there and then man. I'm never laughing at people who make vomiting noises and have convulsions when they are made to drink weird concoctions like that again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all that, I definitely needed to bathe but the queue was freaking long and on thop of that, there were only 2 drains in the whole row of showers! One in the first cubicle and the other was outside the last cubicle. So basically the water will just flow from the 2nd to last cubicle before it gets flushed out. As you can already guess, the cubicles were flooded! as in like before i even stepped in, the water was already ankle length! And it wasn't even like clean water okay it was soap water plus all the dirty things that I mentioned above. damn yucks! But no choice la I felt so dirrrty that I would even soak myself in that ankle length water if there wasn't any water lor. Then the thing was that the partitions between the cubicles weren't like complete partitions i.e. not joining to the walls so like if I bend too near the shower head like people will be able to see me and stuff. So I had to bend backwards awkwardly about like 45 degrees whilst standing a distance away from the shower head so that nobody would see me. To make things worse, the shower head was damn low! I mean I know i'm taller than average but it won't hurt to make it abit higher right! At least if it was higher the short people can get water also leh. But lower! Wa lao on top of bending at some awkawrd angle I still had to bend my knees somemore. Damn hard to bathe la! If you ask me which was the most tiring activity of the camp I would tell you showering even though we had to carry an entire raft made of big metal poles and barrels quite a distance to the beach on the second day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second day almost consisted of similar activities also but we had camp fire night that night! It was not bad cause 2 unique cca groups from smu came down to perform. First was some brazillian martial arts thingy which was martial arts and dance combined into one! VERRRY SEXY. And the guys were...well, let's just say they were adding fuel to the big fire on front of me. Second was a percussion group thingy like those that sometimes perform along orchard road with all the different kind of drums and cowbells..I think I wanna join that but i don't really know if I have that good a sense of rhythm and plus the people there were good looking and I heard that you have to be good looking to join (which is a bit what la) so I might not cut it. Oh wells! Our group performance was abit cui la that night but after the performace was over, the Dj started spinning stuff so everyone was just dancing away and it was pretty fun!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the third and final day was supposed to be some amazing race around ECP thing but cause it was raining, it had to be held inside the place itself which kinda made me happier because I didn't really fancy the idea of running around since it's my favourite thing on this planet just below say um, bathing in pee. Well anyway I was just looking forward to going home because my adrenelin was running low already and I was damndamn tired. Camp ended at around 4 and I took this shuttle to bedok with rachel and we cabbed home. My bag was 2 times heavier since almost everything in it was wet like my shoes and clothes and towel all. Damn jia lat. I'm still feeling abit sleepy actually...Anyway I've got another camp to attend on the 30th man but I think this one won't be so physical but more play play but still... wish me luck!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just changed my blog song it's Adam Lamby baby!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4490625662567098603-2715287661468496083?l=saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/feeds/2715287661468496083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4490625662567098603&amp;postID=2715287661468496083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/2715287661468496083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/2715287661468496083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/2009/07/ftb-orientation-camp.html' title='FTB ORIENTATION CAMP'/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17137026910186148456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490625662567098603.post-6084682700550898121</id><published>2009-07-09T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T07:35:01.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The top food items on my "craving" list always happens to be Tom yum soup nowadays for like a really long time already. It's like everytime I'm craving, I only seem to be craving for the one thing. What's your number one craving?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTT TMR I NEED TO PASS OR MARTIN IDIOT CHEW WILL NEVER LET THIS GO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4490625662567098603-6084682700550898121?l=saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/feeds/6084682700550898121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4490625662567098603&amp;postID=6084682700550898121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/6084682700550898121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/6084682700550898121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/2009/07/top-food-items-on-my-craving-list.html' title=''/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17137026910186148456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490625662567098603.post-683416196957425626</id><published>2009-06-12T08:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T08:57:46.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to the science centre ytd and it's so freaking far! Even with like car. Nothing especially interesting there so I don't really have anything to blog about ytd just that we went to watch this show inside about climate change which lasted for about 18 mins. Unfortunately for me, this bunch of like lower sec students from dunno what god forsaken school in the West came and sat behind me. There weren't even enough seats and they refused to split so a couple sat on the floor which meant that they were directly behind me. Throughout the ENTIRE film, they were just talking away non stop and not in whispers mind you but really loudly in the ahlian ahbeng way. Like the theatre wasn't very big and no one else was talking so it was just them and their noisy chatter and they even used a few bad words when there were so many kids around! Super pissed off at them so I Shhh-ed them a few times. I mean like if you don't wanna watch, don't come in la! Then the only thing you can say about this film (which is carrying a pretty impt msg) is "Na ge sheep hen cute hor." And stupid insignificant things like that. Like girl said " Wo de watch shi Baby-G okay!". Then boy 1 said "So..wo de shi CAASIO lorrr" And boy 2 would say "WO DE SHI SSEEIIKO LOORRR".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wtf.Irritating anot you tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the ending was the BEST cause the girl behind me made a very stupid comment.The cartoon sheep was stuck on the moon and like wanted to make it's way down to earth on this ladder but then it like fell la. Then the girl was like "CHEH! Wo hai yi wei you 3G effect de leh then mei you...." VERY CONFIDENTLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the boys were like "3D la 3G!". I guess that was the best comment throughout the entire movie because I was laughing so hard and I didn't try to hide it cause I wanted to embarrass her also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Mar, gee and I swam 8 whole laps today! Very proud of us we are gonna lose some fat. But I think it's not really counted la cause we like kept stopping after a few strokes and the 2 of them kept laughing at me because apparently I can't swim straight. I will swim in like a diagonal line. haha i suck but no goggles what then how!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Hard Rock Cafe after that to celebrated Renee's birthday which was ytd. I ordered the same thing as I did the other time I went there..some grilled chicken breast thing. Music was good! I love the songs they play there and the live bands are like really professional and awesome!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4490625662567098603-683416196957425626?l=saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/feeds/683416196957425626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4490625662567098603&amp;postID=683416196957425626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/683416196957425626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/683416196957425626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/2009/06/went-to-science-centre-ytd-and-its-so.html' title=''/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17137026910186148456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490625662567098603.post-8065562436603796569</id><published>2009-06-09T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T08:05:54.625-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was medical checkup day! Went to Raffles Medical at Changi Airport for my pre-admission into SMU checkup. It was actually faster than I'd expected like one hour plus only! I had to do a urine test for the first time in my life and I was damn excited because I like trying out new things=) Lucky godma was there to guide me. Small tips like "wrap toilet paper around the container" and "use the squatting toilet instead" really helped. If she wasn't there I would have made a mess and like totally corroded the container with pee or something. In the end I managed to fill the container almost to the brim=) so proud of myself! I later found out that actually, I only need to fill like abit.........but the more the merrier right!=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went to take my height and weight, eye test, and x-ray! My first time doing x-ray as well! I was abit frightened and asked my godma if it would hurt but well it didn't. And I have a cool x-ray picture of my chest! So the results of all the tests was transferred onto this form which I'm supposed to bring to SMU dunno when. And yes, I'm perfectly normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing up for highway code thingy tmr with anne and clare and then going ice skating with them at Kallang!Tmr is going to be an eventful day yayness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I watched "The island" today. (the dvd I bought at the popular bookfair) It's damn awesome. Everybody should watch that movie because I believe what was portrayed there is gonna become reality in the near future so it's good if we start thinking of issues like that now and take a stand!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4490625662567098603-8065562436603796569?l=saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/feeds/8065562436603796569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4490625662567098603&amp;postID=8065562436603796569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/8065562436603796569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/8065562436603796569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/2009/06/today-was-medical-checkup-day-went-to.html' title=''/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17137026910186148456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490625662567098603.post-6542243684155498596</id><published>2009-06-02T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T07:52:46.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was about to start this post by saying that this blog is really dead but then again i ALWAYS seem to begin with that sentence (because it's true!) so i'm not gonna do that (think i just did though). Everybody, just watch this space for random updates. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sooo...I'm done with working at the childcare cause my contract has ended and as much as I wanted to extend it, i figured that this remaining 2 mths or so will some sort of a "me time" where I get to live for me! Like hanging out with ppl i love on some days and staying at home on others while I read a book, use the com, watch tv or help Claire brush up with school work. Have to re energize myself before starting the school term which I am pretty excited about! Abit apprehensive but veering more to the excited side! This is kind of the last stage in life where I will make my last batch of friends (said Ke Ming or...somebody else can't rmb) but don't worry! I'm intending to keep all my old ones as well=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been out most of the days the past few days and have come to a realisation that i'm almost spending 3 times as much as i used to make in a day! Must.stay.at.home. Went to singapore expo today where it was holding 3 diff sales simultaneously! Matt and I went to the John Little's one first and when i first entered I excitedly grabbed the big silver bag for you to store your shopping stuff because right at the door was the SHOE SECTION! Charles and Keith were selling their shoes pretty cheaply but there wasn't anything appealing save these pair of flats. Sadly, they only had stocks for size 36 left. Anyway, I'm glad there weren't any 40s left cause they aren't that nice..just like in a moment of impulse kinda thing. It always happens to me when i see S.A.L.E ! Then there were these black and white pair of pedro shoes which I tried (after waiting and praying that the woman before me wouldn't buy it and she didn't cuz it was too big for her but the stupid salegirl tried to shove paddings into it so it would fit better but it didn't haha loser salesgirl i wanted to kill you.) and then it fit me even though it was a size 41 BUT then matt told me that the heels were too high and that my legs look like pork chops in them, so I reluctantly gave it back. The thing is I wouldn't know if he was lying (cause i'd naturally be taller if i wore them out with him!) since there weren't any mirrors! Isn't that ridiculous! I know it's a sale but SO WHAT. It's only a sale because these stores have left over stock cuz nobody wants to buy them except me because that cursed 4 letter word causes me to grab things on impulse even if i don't really like it. So the least thing they should do is have mirrors around so that girls can see how fabulous their legs look in those shoes so that their boyfriends won't trick them into thinking that they are really ugly right! Then like that nobody would even buy their leftover shoes and then Mr pedro would have to grind them and stir them in his porridge or something. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or maybe my legs really look like pork chops lor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO WHAT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moving on, everything else in that place was not as appealing but since i had to get something, I bought a small charles and keith bag. And i also asked matt to put back the big silver bag cause there was nothing to put in it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then went to the food fair and I swear singaporeans love food man. It was like doubly crowded lor. But there wasn't anything to buy also la cause it's mostly frozen food that family people buy and since I don't have a family of my own yet, I bought a cup of corn. (Mar: Kam kong.hahaha!) Nothing interesting except that i saw this women who had like gold hair (think fur.think poodle) and i seriously thought she was a mascot for one of the food stalls. haha like singa the lion or something. I continued to see her at the popular bookfair and outside 7-11 and on the way out to the bus stop. HAHA. Bought a novel, 2 dvds and a camping tent. Camping tent because it was on offer (see what i mean by "impulsive"?) and because the last time me and matt had a picnic, we had to squeeze into a tiny PLAY TENT for 3 year olds to jump in and play with colourful pastic balls. It was a bad experience. The good news is the next time we can even invite people (not children) because this tent fits 4 people! And it's 4 people lying inside so we can invite more if it's just a picnic cuz we will be sitting inside! Very excited. I hear the potatoes at ntuc calling out to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So that's all the junk that i bought today and i'm so glad i'm staying indoors tmr because i can't keep up with this everyday what with the gss and all. On a happier note, I'm gng back to the childcare to help out for an hour plus on thursday! Apparently they are bao-ing zong zi on that day so maybe they need more ppl cuz it'll be messy! Happy to get to see them again=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a sadder note, I'm still abit flu-ey and i've phlegm travelling from my throat to my nose thus i'm blowing out alot of green shit. and it's annoying. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Photos from ytd: Sherilyn's 20th at sentosa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342741958492075330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2mj1pmkHc/SiU7gRJ-tUI/AAAAAAAAAIc/N-4kPlfPXhM/s320/sher.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342740603175077154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2mj1pmkHc/SiU6RYNOhSI/AAAAAAAAAIM/XktyRQTWlCI/s320/me+and+sher.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342738896026108594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2mj1pmkHc/SiU4uAlMgrI/AAAAAAAAAIE/rU3YXaM61sI/s320/me+and+daphy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342740601190160946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2mj1pmkHc/SiU6RQz_GjI/AAAAAAAAAIU/zTiqTdFnurU/s320/sentosa+HT.jpg" border="0" /&gt;see my sam cham bak!!haha! There was a group photo of all of us but it's so tiny.. cannot see faces..oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/4490625662567098603-6542243684155498596?l=saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/feeds/6542243684155498596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4490625662567098603&amp;postID=6542243684155498596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/6542243684155498596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/6542243684155498596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-was-about-to-start-this-post-by.html' title=''/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17137026910186148456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2mj1pmkHc/SiU7gRJ-tUI/AAAAAAAAAIc/N-4kPlfPXhM/s72-c/sher.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490625662567098603.post-219236725786970167</id><published>2009-04-24T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T07:39:40.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>According to my sister, I've got the "soar eye" again. dang wth right. It's seriously easily irritable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just came back from ehub! where I watched 17 again with Reg and Hogs! Omg it's damn good i will watch it 17 times again=) It's one of the better "switch bodies" movies I've watched so far and the best part is that Zac Efron plays the lead!! Which is not the entire reason why I like the movie btw. Just 99% of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMGOMGOMG LOVES. I need to dream of him tonight. NEED. I'm gonna keep thinking Zac Efron thoughts so that it'll happen. Vanessa Hudgens is one lucky daughter of a...........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4490625662567098603-219236725786970167?l=saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/feeds/219236725786970167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4490625662567098603&amp;postID=219236725786970167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/219236725786970167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/219236725786970167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/2009/04/according-to-my-sister-ive-got-soar-eye.html' title=''/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17137026910186148456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490625662567098603.post-8093914699018575505</id><published>2009-04-21T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T07:52:46.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2mj1pmkHc/Se3dXu2rDcI/AAAAAAAAAH0/N7UNihaXybA/s1600-h/DSCN4132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327157334033239490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2mj1pmkHc/Se3dXu2rDcI/AAAAAAAAAH0/N7UNihaXybA/s320/DSCN4132.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHA YAYYYYYIIEEEE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And the letter was dated 13 April 2009. Does it really take 8 days to receive a letter in this small country? Told you the postman was being lazy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4490625662567098603-8093914699018575505?l=saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/feeds/8093914699018575505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4490625662567098603&amp;postID=8093914699018575505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/8093914699018575505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/8093914699018575505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/2009/04/hahahahahahaha-yayyyyyiieeee-and-letter.html' title=''/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17137026910186148456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2mj1pmkHc/Se3dXu2rDcI/AAAAAAAAAH0/N7UNihaXybA/s72-c/DSCN4132.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490625662567098603.post-1083576584838087096</id><published>2009-04-17T06:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T07:00:05.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MY TOE IS SO GOD DAMNED SWOLLEN.  It all started when I rammed my left foot into a cluster of children's chairs in the classroom. They are damn hard. And to make matters worse, some small girl ran across my toe. Then the same girl kicked my toe while running past me. WHAT THE HELL. It's so swollen now my toenail looks like a chocolate chip on a chocolate chip cookie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a super foul mood now. One of my friends just got accepted into SMU biz and I am really happy for her and everything but i'm just a little upset and worried that I haven't got my letter. I hope I'm not being to selfish but I am really really worried. Plus what if I don't even get my second choice? I always thought they will accept me separately i.e even if i get accepted for first choice but I qualify for the second, they would also send me. But now the whole world seems to be accepted into FASS which is my second choice but I haven't got a letter. And what if I don't make it to all my first choices? (all business) Then does that mean I won't get accepted into arts as well just cause I didn't put arts first? WTH I'm freaking worried! UGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UUUUGGGGGHHHHH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4490625662567098603-1083576584838087096?l=saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/feeds/1083576584838087096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4490625662567098603&amp;postID=1083576584838087096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/1083576584838087096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/1083576584838087096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-toe-is-so-god-damned-swollen.html' title=''/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17137026910186148456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490625662567098603.post-7491864889162370272</id><published>2009-04-08T06:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T06:18:04.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My sis just showed me her tiny notebook just now which contains the list of things she needs to bring on Monday for her sentosa trip. Apparently she shares the book with 2 other friends (jacqualine and angela of which she asked who's name sounds the not-nicest) so they were also having this tiny conversation on this mini square of processed wood:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322308386029899554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2mj1pmkHc/SdyjRz5lDyI/AAAAAAAAAHk/7Nf7_l0oeEU/s320/DSCN4128.JPG" border="0" /&gt;"My bag very big like this." hahahahahaha. Like one line of a mini notebk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322308394680136354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2mj1pmkHc/SdyjSUH9MqI/AAAAAAAAAHs/jynO6TvOt_s/s320/DSCN4129.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Just a rough gauge of how "big" the notebook is and how big one line is.haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4490625662567098603-7491864889162370272?l=saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/feeds/7491864889162370272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4490625662567098603&amp;postID=7491864889162370272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/7491864889162370272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/7491864889162370272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-sis-just-showed-me-her-tiny-notebook.html' title=''/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17137026910186148456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2mj1pmkHc/SdyjRz5lDyI/AAAAAAAAAHk/7Nf7_l0oeEU/s72-c/DSCN4128.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490625662567098603.post-3236921482921903342</id><published>2009-04-08T03:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T04:01:11.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2mj1pmkHc/Sdx_-P-CDMI/AAAAAAAAAHM/d1gnpcKYpao/s1600-h/DSCN4120.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay so I've been pretty self conscious since ytd every since some "reader" tagged on Reg's blog saying that she/he thinks that I look like a FROG because my eyes are far apart from each other. I don't dispute the fact that I think that my eyes are spread rather far apart BUT I definately don't look like a frog. Right? I mean where's the resemblance in that? Seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322269566332888834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 113px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2mj1pmkHc/Sdx_-NQk5wI/AAAAAAAAAHE/RQkvy8PUHl0/s320/FROGGY.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;frog.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322270349245251970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2mj1pmkHc/SdyArx1bgYI/AAAAAAAAAHU/NxhXrU-TrIo/s320/DSCN4119.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;me.REALLY MEH WA LAO.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I currently need a lot of reassurance and comforting. Please do not laugh in my face like Matthias Siow when I told him about this. Screw the bugger. (not matt but frog commentor)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So anyway a couple of funny things (again) at work today! There's this boy in my class who is very quiet but clever because he can right the ABCs and he's only 3 for goodness sake. The rest of them can't even sing from A to like P. So today, he proudly told me that his name is "Macarius Ng" which I alr know of course so I don't know why he was being so random. Then I asked him what he Jiejie's name is and he thought for awhile and then said "Jiejie Ng". I thought that was damn damn funny!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, the K1/K2 class had just finished drawing their renditions of snow white and the 7 dwarfs. The teacher of their class came over to show the rest of the other teacher's this little boy's/girl's work and it was damn funny! His seven dwarfs looked something like this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322272690083216898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 263px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 342px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2mj1pmkHc/SdyC0CIsPgI/AAAAAAAAAHc/jIGvvZ2chOg/s320/7+dwarfs.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;                                  Of course times seven la. Lazy to draw all.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Omg la hahaha!And yes it was blue and red I stick true to the original colour. I have no idea why his impression of dwarfs would be like...well..that. If I was Snow White I don't think I would have died because of a poison apple man. With so many such "dwarfs" in the house, I would have died of over exhaustion!...............because they cannot help me with the housework ma since they seem to have a lack of limbs. (What were you thinking?!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg I look like a frog. Could have been worse right? Could have been "You look like a toad". At least frog's complexion quite smooth. Like mine =)&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/4490625662567098603-3236921482921903342?l=saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/feeds/3236921482921903342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4490625662567098603&amp;postID=3236921482921903342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/3236921482921903342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/3236921482921903342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/2009/04/okay-so-ive-been-pretty-self-conscious.html' title=''/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17137026910186148456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2mj1pmkHc/Sdx_-NQk5wI/AAAAAAAAAHE/RQkvy8PUHl0/s72-c/FROGGY.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490625662567098603.post-8304774045019547645</id><published>2009-03-29T03:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T04:58:22.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so glad that the SMU interview is finally over. I was fretting about it for about two days because I was afraid that I would get a super vocal group who would outshine me =( Worse still, I was scared that it would turn out to be an individual interview!! Okayy so for those who don't alr know, the interview was split into 3 parts - Mini compre, mini essay and a group discussion (interview) whereby we kinda had to debate about whether this Swedish ex convict (who commited a hate murder) dude deserved to study medicine in a prestigious uni. He got kicked out of the uni when they found out he was a murderer but the thing is apparently in Sweden, companies and schools don't have the right to do a background check on these criminals because they believe in giving them a second chance. I felt abit sad for the guy but after all he DID knowingly commit murder and thus I slanted towards the "dont let him be a doctor" side. So at first the interviewers made us go one round each and then opened the discussion to the floor but nobody wanted to go first so I jumped at the chance! I really hope they'll gimme credit for that. Lols. After that everyone kinda got involved and there wasn't a minute of silence alr. I would say that everyone got an almost equal amount of chance to speak. Okay so now is the time where I pray for the best!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also just read Ger's post about Earth hour yesterday and I totally absolutely agree with her. Really, everyone working tgt for one hour a year isn't gonna help save our earth very much not to mention the fact that I wouldn't say many ppl took part in it ytd. Didn't know about the part where there were students camping with candles in styrofoam cups though but it's really quite stupid. Plus somemore they are Uni students is it Ger? Cannot believe their stupidity. Of all people you'd think they'd know better. Oh anyway I just saw on the news that there was a JJ Lin concert ytd to promote this "event" which is again ironic because do you know how much energy it takes to run a concert? With like spotlights and all? If this event didn't exist then there wouldn't be a concert at all. Sometimes I wonder whether this hype about going green is actually making the condition of our earth better or worse. Well I guess if you made the effort ytd to turn off the lights then good for you but you should try doing it more often and not because everyone else was doing it ytd. I'm not gonna talk bout this much because I hafta admit that I'm not exactly a very green person in some ways but I try in other ways like by telling cashiers that I don't need plastic bags for small items and stuff. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just in case you are wondering if I turned off my lights ytd, I was out with my Godpa in the car so well..haha..My sis was like " Eh 830 alr you know it's earth hour! Godpa off your lights!" which is quite stupid because how do you off car lights right. It's illegal. Haha actually drivers ytd could have avoided getting fined if they forgot to turn on their car lights because they can say "but it's earth hour what!". Okayy enough of the lameness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watched Confessions of a Shopaholic ytd!!! Can't rmb much from the book cause I read it eons ago so I'm not exactly sure if the movie did the book justice but I do rmb tht it's supposed to be based in London or something not New York? And that her best friend wasn't supposed to marry the geek guy (who looked pretty hot for a geeky dude) so soon! But it was nice la since I cried. A couple of times. After the movie me and Clare went to eat and next to us was this girl and her bf who were irritating us like hell. Apparently she was watched the movie too (prolly same theatre) and was complaining about how "She looks so bimbo you know? Like it's so unrealistic that she can write such good articles." Firstly, looking good and knowing how to dress does NOT automatically make you stupid and Secondly even though I thought you were annoying, you seemed to be quite with the fashion so are you saying that you have no brains as well? Oh and not forgetting the fact that you were spekaing with a slight slang which was slightly bimbotic. SHEESH. Dunno how her bf tahan. She started complaining about various things THROUGHOUT the meal and he just accomodated her. Love is blind. Or deaf in this case. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318576723163324258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2mj1pmkHc/Sc9hWcbPn2I/AAAAAAAAAGk/cZBZR-XtDng/s320/DSCN4087.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318576745590235250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2mj1pmkHc/Sc9hXv-PIHI/AAAAAAAAAG8/F3UoF0_oX18/s320/DSCN4090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318576740479046258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2mj1pmkHc/Sc9hXc7oknI/AAAAAAAAAG0/WbKoiZRbUT0/s320/DSCN4089.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318576732966304498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2mj1pmkHc/Sc9hXA8dOvI/AAAAAAAAAGs/R_LmtLCvO_0/s320/DSCN4088.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First time wearing my zebra top so I decided to snap some shots of myself. Haha! I think Zebras can survive in the arctic region because boy was I feeling hot. (As in the literal sense)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&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/4490625662567098603-8304774045019547645?l=saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/feeds/8304774045019547645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4490625662567098603&amp;postID=8304774045019547645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/8304774045019547645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/8304774045019547645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-so-glad-that-smu-interview-is.html' title=''/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17137026910186148456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2mj1pmkHc/Sc9hWcbPn2I/AAAAAAAAAGk/cZBZR-XtDng/s72-c/DSCN4087.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490625662567098603.post-1960072051654249352</id><published>2009-03-24T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T07:25:10.881-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Shocking thing happened today!SMU called for an interview this saturday at 915 in the morning. That is damn early considering how the guy told me that I have to be there 20 mins earlier. I was surprised to receive this call because application isn't even closed yet! Think they are probably doing it in batches (as in interviewing) since there will be alot of applicants and not enough time to decide who they want. I don't think I made a very good first impression to the caller because all I said is "okay.okay,okayyy." and it sounded kinda like I wasn't interested but in actual fact I was shell shocked and totally didn't know how to react! Anyway how else am I supposed to react right? Like "OMG OMG ARE YOU SERAI-OUS?" I'm sure that would have been worse. I hope they didn't alr pre-judge me from this phone call or else I'm quite sure that their gonna but a big fat cross against my name under "round 1".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to wear either. It's like "smart casual" but i think i'll make it slightly more formal to show how serious I am about this. Yes! I must look matured also. Like office girl. Think I will wear my specs also to make me appeeaaar smarter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swoped shift with another teacher so I'm working later tmr! Start at 1030 meaning more slp time! yayyyyy. Was feeling excited for modparade's new collection today but there seems to be nothing nice so I'm feeling very empty inside. I'd better receive my dress and top soon...OR ELSE....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAN'T WAIT FOR CONFESSIONS OF A SHOPAHOLIC. EVERYTIME I SEE THE AD WITH THE UPBEAT MUSIC (WHICH SEEMS DAMN APT.)IT MAKES ME WANNA PRANCE AROUND WITH TEN THOUSAND DIFFERENT SHOPPING BAGS!!!!!okay bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4490625662567098603-1960072051654249352?l=saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/feeds/1960072051654249352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4490625662567098603&amp;postID=1960072051654249352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/1960072051654249352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/1960072051654249352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/2009/03/shocking-thing-happened-todaysmu-called.html' title=''/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17137026910186148456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490625662567098603.post-6388650887156156400</id><published>2009-03-19T02:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T02:03:53.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh i forgot to add in the joke of the day! While waiting for my "till-kingdom-come" turn to see the doctor, Claire and I went to eat Tau Huay with longan. There, she pointed to the signboard with the various tau huay and chin chow stuff and their prices and said "Jie, see Reg name there leh" which I thought was like damn lame cause Reg obviously referred to Regular and not Regina. But the ironic thing was besides the word Reg in brackets was the word "xiao" in chinese (small) and I thought that was damn funny cause Reg is so short! HAHAHAHA. It's a curse I tell you. Never name your daughter Regina if you don't want her to end up small.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4490625662567098603-6388650887156156400?l=saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/feeds/6388650887156156400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4490625662567098603&amp;postID=6388650887156156400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/6388650887156156400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/6388650887156156400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/2009/03/oh-i-forgot-to-add-in-joke-of-day-while.html' title=''/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17137026910186148456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490625662567098603.post-8655801375934249454</id><published>2009-03-19T01:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T01:59:06.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I'm stuck at home today because of sore eyes which according to the doctor, is contagious therefore I didn't go to work today. Might not be going tmr as well. I miss the kids =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hate it. Let's just speculate how I caught it shall we? It didn't just fall from heaven and landed on me because well it was passed on from someone or somewhere. By tears. Or like eye liquids. Not eye contact or anything like that so don't be afraid to look me in the eye and tell me you love me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It could have came from heaven, in the form of rain. Whereby a sad sore eyesie person was crying her heart out (I assume a girl cause we get hurt more easily) on this big open field which resulted in a pool of tears on the ground. The grass was too full to absorb any of these nutrients because let's see..it has been raining quite alot recently. So these tear particles rose up and up to the sky and condensed and came down as rain which i was caught in since it has been raining quite alot and dripped into my right eye! Tadah! There is a probability of that happening okayy. Probably more than the sore eyesie person shaking my hand which I then used to rub my right eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to apply eye drops which are not so bad but I even have to rub ointment into my lower eyelids! It's yellow and abit oily and disgusting and it blurs my vision for awhile. It's like a damn weird feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess my condition isn't so bad but the doc gave me 2 days mc just in case cuz it's like a childcare and I hafta like play safe and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Uncle Sim's daughter's (Shang Yi) wedding! Mum and Dad are going for the wedding dinner tonight at Mandarin I think. Not enough space for me and Claire (but we quite small what!) so we hafta stay at home =( I like to see brides leh =( Very sad. Mum got a call on the house phone this morning at 7 plus (the time where I decided that I couldn't go to school and tried to get back to slp). I know because I heard the phone ring. Apparently Uncle Sim called and asked her to go up to the 8th floor to see the bride. AND SHE ACTUALLY FORGOT TO WAKE UP ME (technically speaking she didn't have to cuz i WASN'T SLEEPING.) and ask me along! Very very angry! And she still dared to tell me that she looked pretty today. ggrrrrr. Well when I came back from the doctors, the wedding car was downstairs ( A Lexus, my dream first car) and there were like some ah beng ppl in suits. hahahaha..Apparently when they arrived in the morning, they were horning and horning which according to my mum is like a typical cheena thing to do to announce the arrival of the groom, both to the bride and the entire estate. I think it's quite funny. Maybe we can expect that from Reg's wedding next time. But annoying as it sounds, I also want!! If I'm still living here, I would demand that the grrom bring all his friends and that they all hafta horn very loudly so that the entire neighbourhood will know and look out their windows and throw pink and white confetti which I would then pay Ange's bf to sweep after the bridal car drives away. Here, I am going to state the type of bridal car I want : A long long limo. Haven't decided on colour. Then maybe it will have a little flag at the corner (like the presidents car kind) but saying just married or something. haha! Dunno if can afford anot but I can dream and work towards it right! I'm already saving for my dream wedding! I really believe in a big white wedding because I only intend to marry once. (And then have many affairs. Haha just kidding! I'm really kidding arh.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okayy enough about weddings. Let's revert back to my sore eyes topic and how I had to wait 2 freaking hours to see the doctor for like some few minutes. I dunno why some people can take so long for consultation. It's like as if they are reciting 3 acts from some Shakespeare play or something. So when I finally got in, I kept asking questions to make my wait worthwhile. Like about why sometimes I cannot smell. This was not very wise as because of that question, I had to pay for extra meds. But if it helps then whatever right. Then I asked about whether it could have been my contacts even though I know it's not cuz it's been 1 half weeks since i've worn it. She said don't think so but must clean well and I wanted to go through my entire cleaning routine with her but I was hungry. So I said thank you and left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GONNA APPLY FOR THE VARIOUS UNIVERSITIES NOW I AM DAMN EXCITED AND SCARED AND AFRAID THAT I'LL DO IT WRONGLY. THAT'S WHY I HAVE BEEN PROCRASTINATING! I only wanna put 2 choices cuz honestly those are the only 2 that i wanna do and the rest are hardly applicable like all the science courses! But shall put more crap stuff to make me feel safer. I wanna watch friends ugh bye. Btw I thought Adam did very well on AMI ytd and it was haunting but in a good way. very unique! For the first time, I think Simon can go suck cock. HUMPH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4490625662567098603-8655801375934249454?l=saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/feeds/8655801375934249454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4490625662567098603&amp;postID=8655801375934249454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/8655801375934249454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/8655801375934249454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/2009/03/so-im-stuck-at-home-today-because-of.html' title=''/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17137026910186148456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490625662567098603.post-8182018950240058015</id><published>2009-03-08T00:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T00:22:25.457-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Saw a kitten lying in the middle of a small road near church just now when Daddy was driving me out to the mrt. It was a white and brown stripped kitten and it was lying on it's side, slightly flattened I think (because a car probably ran over it), bleeding (fresh, crimson-red blood) AND VERY IN PAIN. It was flailing it's limbs around very helplessly while it's body seemed to be held down to the road by a ton of rocks. It's face...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still haven't gotten the image out of my mind after nearly 3 hours. Damn upset that I couldn't possibly help it...Could have asked my dad to run over it again I guess to end it's agony but I'm not God so I guess I don't get to decide on when and how someone or something dies. It would be terrible if it got run over again and didn't die. For all I know, it might have managed to get up and maybe be lucky enough to be handicapped? If that is even considered lucky. Dad's still in church so he might see it again later so I'll ask about it when he gets back! Well at least if it were to die, it died in front of a church!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today just REEKS of boredom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4490625662567098603-8182018950240058015?l=saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/feeds/8182018950240058015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4490625662567098603&amp;postID=8182018950240058015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/8182018950240058015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/8182018950240058015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/2009/03/saw-kitten-lying-in-middle-of-small.html' title=''/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17137026910186148456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490625662567098603.post-7181027075457631103</id><published>2009-02-24T07:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T07:53:05.049-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just some funny(to me) incidents at work today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During bath time, the boys and girls bathe tgt cause they are only 3 after all. So we have to strip them and wrap them in their towels while they wait for their turn to go into the toilet for their shower. So today, while I was looking for this boy's towel and while he was standing there naked and talking to a girl, she pulled his bird bird. haha. Like the kinda motion whereby you take your ring off your finger kind (and whereby the ring comes off smoothly and doesn't get stuck in your finger fat). Then she looked up and smiled as though very pleased with herself. Shortly, the boy smiled too. I was amused but I had at the same time, had to teach them about sexuality and how it is not to be toyed with so I told her "Bu keyi wan ta de niao niao". Then she walked away and he started playing with his niao niao under the towel I eventually wrapped over him. He kept doing it and smiling as if e doscovered a secret toy that was attached to his  body. And all I could say was "Bu yao wan ni de niao niao".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then later during free time, a few kids were sitting at the table in a corner doing some art work with bottles of paint like stuff but were like stamps so it was s imple bottle with a roundish felt tip at the end where the ink would come out from. You would think that these simple minded kids would sit there and chop chop chop the thing on their paper but nooo...One was sucking the ink out of it (and was also very pleased with herself about it) and the other decided to paint her toenails with it. After which, she walked over to the other corner where I was (playing with other kids) and proudly announced "Miss Qia, kan wo de jiao mei mei" (Miss Qia, look at my pretty toes). I coudn't help but laugh cause it's like damn creative la! Plus it was pink. So I told her that it wasn't nail polish and that her mum would scold her later (where she then not so prouldly said that "wo bu yao mummy ma wo" *sad face*) and tried to wash it off. It didn't really come out. I decided to be creative myself and sprayed some hand sanitizer (used on the kids) on tissue and tried to rub it off. I figred it'd have the same effect as nail polish removers on nail polish cause of the alcohol. Tried as I might, the ink didn't totally disappear although it faded slightly by about half a shade. Then I realised that the words "Alcohol Free!" were printed on the sanitizer bottle as if it were a good thing. Riight. Not in this instance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty off to bed!Bought 2 more dresses from modparade=) hope it's not all sold out/pending. That's what i'm intending to do with all the birthday money you aunties gave me =) Thanks aunties and godmas! Oh and HAPPY BIRTHDAY AUNTY DAISY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4490625662567098603-7181027075457631103?l=saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/feeds/7181027075457631103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4490625662567098603&amp;postID=7181027075457631103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/7181027075457631103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/7181027075457631103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/2009/02/just-some-funnyto-me-incidents-at-work.html' title=''/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17137026910186148456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490625662567098603.post-4364470987840268335</id><published>2009-02-22T04:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T06:25:53.537-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2mj1pmkHc/SaFV0-Dwq3I/AAAAAAAAAGU/cd6vGGDkTF8/s1600-h/DSCN4069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305616204519484274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2mj1pmkHc/SaFV0-Dwq3I/AAAAAAAAAGU/cd6vGGDkTF8/s320/DSCN4069.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2mj1pmkHc/SaFV1GXtlnI/AAAAAAAAAGc/vr6pgE6apJ0/s1600-h/DSCN4072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305616206750652018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2mj1pmkHc/SaFV1GXtlnI/AAAAAAAAAGc/vr6pgE6apJ0/s320/DSCN4072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No one visits my blog anymore because of it's lack of updates so i shall blog!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Firstly, many thanks to those who wished me a happy 19th even though I'm not exactly thrilled to be stuck at the odd age of 19. It also happens to be my last year of 10+ yearhood if you know what I mean. I'm olding. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Secondly, I think I'm gonna update my wishlist so it's easier for you guys to get me presents although it's abit too late. But maybe (for whatever reason I can't think of) you feel like spoiling me, at least you'd know what to buy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been "celebrating" my birthday for about 3 days now and I think that's quite about enough. HAHA. Macham like some princess like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the 20th which is the actual day of my birthday (for the sake of those who didn't wish me. please rmb next yr btw. no i'm not jking.), I went to Kuishinbo at Suntec for my birthday buffet dinner! Thanks mum and dad for the dinner=) I was abit pissed off at first cause the entire inside of the restaurant was already reserved so we had to sit outside. First and only thing that crossed my mind was: Shit we're never gonna get any of the special dom-dom-dom offers. SUPER UPSET. To make it worse, we were seated behind this big grp of shit ass boys who were talking and extremely loudly and in CHIIIIINESE. I wondered whether this is how I behave when outside with big groups of friends but today made me realise that I don't. Anyway, to make it even worse, I walked in and there was this big group of beng people who well, got the inside seats! Guess I'm abit person-cist but I just hated the fact that &lt;em&gt;they &lt;/em&gt;had beaten us to it. But it turned out pretty okayy cause the waitresses would tell customers sitting outside beforehand that the bell would be ringing shortly so actually we can go in and loiter around the counter for awhile before the offer bell rings. haha! So quite happy bout that although this time, I didn't attempt to go for all the offers for fun like I did the first time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;21st Feb. Was supposed to go to dempsey for dinner with anne,clare and ney but it totally slipped my mind that there was a youth mass that I had to sing for! So we had to make do with lunch instead and at Tampines Mall at that cause it's nearer to church. Wanted to eat at Ding Tai Fung but the queue was snaking long so we ate at Pizza hut instead. Apparently, it wasn't quite good enough for the 3 of them who shamefully used me being a Princess as an excuse to celebrate properly at Dempsey. So looks like my b'day celebration is gonna streeeetchh all the way till next week. Thanks girls for the Anna Sui perfume=) It's not too strong and the bottle is very pretty! Can't wait till our "first course" celebration =) ("Pizza Hut is just the appetizer" says Anne Lim the Queen.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;22nd Feb which is today! I was supposed to have lunch with love's family at fish and co today. Assumed it was at tampines mall but found out that I'd misinterpreted and it was actually supposed to be at changi airport. Anyhoos, he came to pick me up from my house (first point of suspicion) which was strange cause he could have gone straight with his family. Then he refused to leave my place even though we were kinda running late and he said "Relax la. Watch some TV. Anyway their not there yet" even though he wasn't msging anyone which made it impossible to know whether they had reached. Also msged my cousins to tell them not to come too early (my place) since I'd be out for lunch. Angela replied "okayy. see you later at your place!" The words "your place" kinda got to me. As if she was emphasizing it. As it she was only gonna meet me later at MY PLACE. Haha..other points of suspicion which I can't really rmb but I hafta admit I was half fooled into thinking I was really gna meet his family for lunch. Was abit nervous cause we were like late and matt kept saying nvm it's okay! Then when we arrived at fish and co, I saw a shady figure bending low and creeping around and to my horror (no la kidding) it looked like HOGAN. Haha that was when I confirmed my suspicions: MY COUSINS DID NOT FORGET ME AFTER ALL AND WANTED TO SOME SORT SPEND MY BIRTHDAY (although belated) WITH ME! Very happy thank you REG who seemed to lias with Matt the most. Thank you Mar for coming down even though you have a test tmr on top of being UTI girl. Thank you Row for sitting next to me and giving me your tartar sauce. Thank you Gee for eating the scraps of cake and &lt;strong&gt;attempting&lt;/strong&gt; to surprise even though I think next time you should just shut up. Thank you Edwin for coming even though you have to book in today and stuff. Thank you Hogan for (spoiling the surprise. No la kidding.) taking leave and coming all the way down from the West. Thanks Baby for pulling all this tgt. You were pretty convincing overall and I really appreciate the effort put in for this to work (I understand it wasn't very easy what with the many distractions and all). Thanks EVERYONE for my pretty Guess bag! However I might change it to off white instead since I alr have like agabzillion black bags. Thanks for lunch also =) Most importantly, THANKS FOR MAKING ME LOOK LIKE SUCH A BIG FAT IDIOT. Thank goodness it was at the airport therefore fish and co was relatively empty. I swear if it was at TM or something....ppfftt...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okayy wanted to upload the video but silly Reg left her cam at my house so I can't upload since her mem card is too small to fit into my lappy. Plus my cable is of a different brand so it won't fit. Well too bad! Fish and co ppl made me stand on a CHAIR and hold sparklers while rapping something cool and then everyone sang me happy birthday. HAHA. Me and my big mouth. Told Matt at kuishinbo that day that I would like it if the staff came out with my cake and sang happy birthday very loudly to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ew I'm watching the embalming dead bodies show on channel 5. I can only imagine the pungent smell of the room. Mannnn..Really thankful for the embalmers though. Okayy gonna like watch it without distractions now so tata! &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/4490625662567098603-4364470987840268335?l=saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/feeds/4364470987840268335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4490625662567098603&amp;postID=4364470987840268335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/4364470987840268335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/4364470987840268335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/2009/02/no-one-visits-my-blog-anymore-because.html' title=''/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17137026910186148456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2mj1pmkHc/SaFV0-Dwq3I/AAAAAAAAAGU/cd6vGGDkTF8/s72-c/DSCN4069.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490625662567098603.post-5904361806729773419</id><published>2009-02-07T21:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T21:58:37.717-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm sicckkk! Been having fever since Friday morning which was a crazy morning because for some reason or another, 3 of the kids thought it would be funny to all cry at the same time (during shower time) and constantly ask me where their amah/Ibu/Daddy is. It's like they knew that I was sick and then did it on purpose! Usually on normal days I would try my best to hoax them and make them stop but I was so weak on Friday and I had to dress other kids that I seriously thought I was going to die. Everyone knows how being sick makes a person feel. Like very nua. Even the other teacher thought that the noise was too much to handle and she was feeling &lt;strong&gt;healthy&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;inside&lt;/strong&gt; the bathroom bathing the kids. It was pretty excruciating for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways the staff there are very very nice because some helped me ask around (as in ask other teachers) for some fever med which I took and really did work for some time! One of the main teachers in my class also told me to take a short nap after taking the meds tgt with the kids and I felt so much better after that! Oh and I didn't have to do OT also (which I had to do on that day because one of the teachers were on MC) and was covered by someone else. Very supercalifragilistically touched!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fever thingy is damn weird. Like it keeps suka suka coming and going even though I'm regularly taking my fever tablets! (which are bitter and melts almost immediately) Plus I can feel that something is stuck at the back of my throat leading up to my nose. It's like everytime I swallow, I feel that shitass of a thing travel upwards and it's very umcomfortable. I wanna stick something into my nostrils and force it to go back down to the mouth area and down to my damn stomach. I doubt my finger is long enough. plus it's not like I can scotch tape 2 fingers tgt to make it longer. Ugh damnit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope I recover by today man, or else work is a no-go tmr. No way in hell am I passing on my sickness to the almost immunity-less young ones. See Marc, how am I scary I'm so nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY LOVE!&lt;/span&gt; (which was actually ytd 070209) AND ALSO &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY 4TH ANNIVERSARY&lt;/span&gt; (which was also ytd 070209)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Oh I forgot to add that I suddenly thought of the fake disneyland in China and decided to go check out more pictures on the net. Haha it's really quite hilarious how they modify abit here and there to try and make it not exactly like the real Disney characters. The best part is that the modification is not even a better one but makes the characters look much worse! I rmb how Mrs Wee told us that the manager of the park said that "Mickey Mouse" is actually not a mouse but a "cat with big ears". Well I didn't know cats had round ears. Also, the mascots apparently often take off their head gear which is extremely unprofessional plus they even dare to take photos with kids minus the head gear. The worst part I think is that some of the park goers are very uneducated and think that it is a hundred percent alright to copy disney since "these disney characters do not belong to anyone". So stupid and ignorant! Intellectual property rights! I guess that's what communism does to people. Patriotic but without logic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from the theme park, they have also apparently set up and fast food restaurant called MFC which is a blatant combination of both KFC and MacDonalds. The chinese name for it is "Mai Ken Ji" or something lidat. The menu is apparently the same and stuff. MCD, KFC and Disney better start sue-ing them man. I would be very happy. (I'm such a country-sist.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4490625662567098603-5904361806729773419?l=saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/feeds/5904361806729773419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4490625662567098603&amp;postID=5904361806729773419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/5904361806729773419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/5904361806729773419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-sicckkk-been-having-fever-since.html' title=''/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17137026910186148456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490625662567098603.post-1447834746619335584</id><published>2009-02-03T05:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T06:22:04.642-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess I'm too caught up in my job these days to blog..then again, I was never quite a computer user. Haha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways decided to post a photo or 2 of what my cousins and I were wearing on Chinese New Year this year......Peranakan outfits! i.e Sarong Kebayas =) We all looked very pretty and it was cool to see the younger generation embracing older culture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298574329629670930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2mj1pmkHc/SYhRR52UfhI/AAAAAAAAAGM/TskLzPpj2hs/s320/cousins+during+cny.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298574323732677618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2mj1pmkHc/SYhRRj4Xg_I/AAAAAAAAAGE/jIdf9wt1m1I/s320/me+in+kebs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha the single shot of me which looks abit funny. I guess I don't look as peranakan-y huh. (but i can explain!the kebaya and sarong were huge and I was abit swimming in it cuz they belong to my late mama) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway I went to POSB today while my kids were sleeping and opened a new account...and got a card with it! Omg I have finally gotten my own posb card! Damn loser I know but it's better late (extremely late) than never! At least now I don't hafta bother people to transact money to the blog shop ppl on my behalf cuz I always feel damn bad about it. Honestly speaking, I didn't exactly feel euphoric after holding my card for the first time. I guess it's really not a big deal huh and I know it.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okayy I'm tired!Goodnight!This Sat is my 4th anniversary with Matt and boy are we making plans!Very excited and happy that we've made it so far=) Lovelovelovehim.&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/4490625662567098603-1447834746619335584?l=saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/feeds/1447834746619335584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4490625662567098603&amp;postID=1447834746619335584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/1447834746619335584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/1447834746619335584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-guess-im-too-caught-up-in-my-job.html' title=''/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17137026910186148456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2mj1pmkHc/SYhRR52UfhI/AAAAAAAAAGM/TskLzPpj2hs/s72-c/cousins+during+cny.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490625662567098603.post-1571244139949461622</id><published>2009-01-21T01:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T02:21:34.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Chinese New Year is round the corner and it's the time for families to get together and be happy! (Or bored in some people's case. As in those we only see their relatives once a year) Therefore my family should all be happy and bonded and quit bickering because blood IS thicker than water whether you like it or not. It just seems like it's not during quarrelsome periods which will soon (hopefully) be over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE MY NEW (and also first) JOB! It's physically draining but rather fulfilling knowing that I'm nurturing this bunch of toddlers. It's rewarding when they respond to your calling of their names and when they converse with you although barely in proper sentences or even proper pronunciation of the words. Even though most of them are chinese ed. Haha.. I'm extremely proud that I managed to memorize their names after one day of work and that I like them all because each is so adorable and unique in their own ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should totally appear in the front cover of a "Be a teacher in PAP!" magazine. Lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cleaned shit leh today. This girl (Wan Xuan!) poo-ed in her panties so I had to put her panties in a plastic bag and wipe her bum bum. Sounds gross?It isn't that gross when the person who needs to be cleaned is a mini person. It kinda feels different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However I am not proud to say that I can be a little bit biased at times but I try not to let it show because it's not nice! It's weird because the little girl feels it too and thus has been sticking to me since day 1 and more so during the past 2 days. But I try to seperate myself from her whenever I can so as to not give out the wrong signal=) Still, she is DAMN CUTE. But it's sad because she can't really talk properly and she mian qiang-ly is able to spitter spatter a bit of chinese here and there. I really hope by the time I leave, she'll be able to speak more clearly and be able to memorize and use more English words. Her favourite colour is also pink =) (Or maybe she was just copying me?) I adore her. Shall take a photo of her soon. Whenever she sees me she will excitedly exclaim "EH!" and smile her cheeky little smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My back and lower back and bones ache because i'm constantly sitting,kneeling,standing. My body hurts so bad that I believe that I do all three simultaneously. Should have known that there would be retribution for not working hard enough to pass my napfa. Payback's a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever. I still like my job. BYYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4490625662567098603-1571244139949461622?l=saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/feeds/1571244139949461622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4490625662567098603&amp;postID=1571244139949461622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/1571244139949461622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/1571244139949461622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/2009/01/chinese-new-year-is-round-corner-and.html' title=''/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17137026910186148456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490625662567098603.post-8292039988064937405</id><published>2009-01-11T06:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T06:30:57.234-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's so ridiculous how the director, cast, producer, script writer and whoever was involved in the Xiao Niang Re production had to go all the way out just to please the very very annoying audience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, people should just quit complaining about the ending of a ficticious story and anyway, it's like the director's piece of work not theirs! If every show were to have happy endings then we might as well stop watching shows because we would already be able to predict the stupid cliche endings. Why was there such a big fuss about the ending? Maybe because they feel "cheated" since they've been "journeying" with the characters or something and deserve better. That is btw, not even a very good reason. It was only like what 30 something episodes which doesn't even total up to 2 months of your life. I don't even think I'd be so upset even if I broke up with a guy that I'd dated for 2 months. SHEESH PEOPLE. GET A LIFE. Life is not even a bed of roses and even me, a pinky girl who wants to believe in fairytales knows when to draw the line! Plus the fact that the ending was not even that sad. Yue Niang kinda seemed to really like the Ang moh man who was cute so who's complaining? Plus Chen Xi and Libby are both gd and deserve each other. Most importantly, he villians died! I for one, am not complaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny part is that they actually bothered to re-create a 3 minute ending to appease these dumb asses. The funnier part is that this ending is like even worse (it didn't even have subtitles so like about half the audience won't understand) and people are gonna start complaining again about the re-ending! I am abit pleased though that the directors decided to stick to their guns by sort of not altering the ending except to make it clearer or to appease the complaining side by adding the thoughts if YN and CX which I think is whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait for people to start complaining bout the re-ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today was gathering day at my house and we ate porridge (Yes marc, poor man's food.) and we played MJ but due to my (and reg also hor) slow nature, we didn't even manage to finish one round. But I won like 3.70 or something like that just that we had to scrap the money part cause if we wanted to, we'd have to finish the entire game which was not possible partly due to my hogging of the "zeng" position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I watched F.R.I.E.N.D.S ytd on star world for like a few hours cause it wass like back to back episodes and there was this really funny scene which I remembered:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Phoebe's birthday so she wanted to celebrate by having dinner at a restaurant with all her friends. However only Joey turned up and the rest were really late (because Monica and Chandler were like trying to fight and make a baby at the same time and Rachel wouldn't leave the baby alone)and Phoebe was hungry and angry because they were shoo-ed off to a smaller table. Finally the rest arrived but they were still being distracted and totally forgot that it was supposed to be Phoebe's night so Phoebe got really pissed off and she stood up and said something like,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phoebe: Look, today is MY birthday and all I wanted was to spend it by having a dinner with friends. Is that too much to ask? And you guys were soo late! None of you even bothered to call to inform me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*then, Phoebe's phone rings*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phoebe: WELL IT'S TOO LATE NOOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ros: Er Phoebs, I don't think that's us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phoebe: Oh. Well IT'S STILL NOT OVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHA.i love Phoebe she is so cute and silly. (omg I sound like a primary school kid with limited vocab. I can imagine the teacher asking me "Charmaine, why do you like your pet cat?"   and I would say "Because she is cute and silly!") Ange I need to borrow your alphabet by alphabet vocab booklet. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4490625662567098603-8292039988064937405?l=saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/feeds/8292039988064937405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4490625662567098603&amp;postID=8292039988064937405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/8292039988064937405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/8292039988064937405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-so-ridiculous-how-director-cast.html' title=''/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17137026910186148456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490625662567098603.post-1400624735301695624</id><published>2009-01-06T02:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T02:23:40.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Today is a sad day for Marilyn Sim as Edwin was enlisted today=(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Very heart-wrenching. It will be Matt's turn soon and I will need a lot of tissues and hong you in case I faint. I know it's so drama but it's not everyday that you find someone who completely understands you and is around almost 24/7. During the time he was in Hongkong I felt like an empty shell devoid of life. More accurately, I would say I felt like I didn't really exist or as if I was on another country or world altogether where I didn't know anyone. A pretty lonely existence. Yeah yeah this sounds gross and mushy and something a teenager experiencing puppy love might say (btw i'm officially not a teenager anymore because sbs cut off my student concession pass rate on my ez link) but it isn't and it's just something you feel when the person you are closest to suddenly disappears. So there, I understand how you feel Mar and I will devote my time to being with you.haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So goodbye Edwin Neo! We will all miss you so hopefully time flies a bit faster=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288122458786522642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 158px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2mj1pmkHc/SWMvW8y8ZhI/AAAAAAAAAF8/oR8Z7SUJFPk/s320/edwin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I've been staying at home the WHOLE DAY and it has been abit boring but quite productive as I've officially finished packing my whole wardrobe. Kicked out some old colthes that day but today, I rearranged everything and organized them into piles like : Wear often, Home shirts, Sleeveless shirts, Dresses, Jackets, Jeans etc. Now it's easier to find things I wanna wear!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Met with a little 'accident" when I acidentally kicked a table leg. My fourth toe - HURTS. As if that weren't bad enough, shortly after, I walked into my bed - kena the SAME TOE!! It is now swollen and abit bluey and I really hope that it is swollen as in bruised and not because my toe bone got like disconnected. I can't like put that particular toe on the ground cuz it hurts and cuz I don't think it can "walk" either. I totally deboned my toe. I got hainanese boneless toe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4490625662567098603-1400624735301695624?l=saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/feeds/1400624735301695624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4490625662567098603&amp;postID=1400624735301695624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/1400624735301695624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/1400624735301695624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/2009/01/today-is-sad-day-for-marilyn-sim-as.html' title=''/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17137026910186148456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2mj1pmkHc/SWMvW8y8ZhI/AAAAAAAAAF8/oR8Z7SUJFPk/s72-c/edwin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490625662567098603.post-5605890316398480807</id><published>2009-01-02T06:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T09:01:42.367-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know 2008 has passed but I can't really seem to let go..On the surface it didn't seem like alot happened since I was so caught up studying for A's but on a closer look, I did have my fair share of fun as well. Here are some of the more memorable episodes of my 2008:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2 Jan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;School started&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. I was very very excited to be back with A7. Honestly I was afraid that I was gonna be slightly friendless since I was super close to Ru and Sandhya in J1. My worries were naturally, redundant. Very glad I got to mix around and know all of you more =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;3 Jan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Went to Sim Lim square for the first time in my life and bought my Pink PSP cover and earphones with Matt.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS: Reg I even have your first day in ITE noted in my diary. 7th Jan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;16 Jan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Saint Andrew's Cross Country at ECP&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Went there in the morning with Emmanuel and btw, a lot of you weren't there!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a whole week of "Milestone" tests the following week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1 Feb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Suchen Lim&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; came down to basically tell us that we were reading too much into our favourite book of all time, &lt;em&gt;Fistful of Colours.&lt;/em&gt; (Apparently it was also the day that Miss K was being bitchy towards me. I miss you Miss k!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;6 Feb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;CNY celebration&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in school. Priya was dancing with red shoes Indian boy. (I still have a video of you.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;14 Feb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Valentines day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I honestly do not rmb how I spent it (with Matt or otherwise) BUT I do rmb that we had extra Lit lecture with K till 5.30. "SUCK IT UP!" she said!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;19 Feb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was suspected of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dengue fever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (yes the day before my fairy birthday party) and I was very very frightened. And annoyed because I'd already bought matching princess plates and cups for the party.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;20 Feb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;My birthday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. My fairy themed birthday party! I was well enough to celebrate and I was very happy that (almost) all of you came! I was really happy to be surrounded by party that I love and care for =) PS: I still have the little video clips of all of you saying "I am a beautiful/handsome prince/princess" at my doorstep. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;27 Feb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Service Learning Day at Chen Su Lan home!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; It was very meaningful for me and even more so that I was doing it tgt with my classmates! ("Lordess of the Sluts")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286721267478163938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2mj1pmkHc/SV40-4aJ8eI/AAAAAAAAAFU/s3lsdNeZK-U/s320/DSCN3136.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286721270005654210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2mj1pmkHc/SV40_B0wYsI/AAAAAAAAAFc/McniOaAnwpY/s320/DSCN3130.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had an awesome dinner at Chomp Chomp after. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;4 Mar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Trip to Greek exhibition&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! I rmb getting caught by the skinny( more like undernourished) fair bitch lit teacher for skirt and falling in love with one of the sculptures of a hunky greek god.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;8 Mar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My first trip to the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;fish spa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; at chinatown with Sheena, Renee and Anne. Very ticklish and I would go again to indulge myself!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;15 Mar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dunman Sec funfair&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Angela was cooking gross food. They had a "clubbing classroom" where you'd pay money to get in and club with all the posers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The following week was block test one week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1&amp;amp;2 April&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The commencement of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Adam Khoo's workshop&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; or otherwise known as "the cheebye workshop 8am to 9pm" on the 1st and "the cheebye workshop again 8am to 9pm" on the 2nd. I wonder why I was so pissed off about it but i underlined "pm" so I think i have a pretty gd idea why. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;10 April&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Planet Shaker's concert. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;16 April&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Detention&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; with Kim Lan and Jade. A very unmeaningful detention where we sat in seperate desks. We were not allowed to talk or read or do constructive stuff and the fans were turned off by Kim Lan so as to facilitate the reflective mood which was what we were supposed to be doing. rrright.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;19 April&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;NYJC play&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Accompanied Jade who wanted to support her friend. Major female bonding time =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;23 April&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sports day which I think i didn't go for BUT I met some of you at &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aston's.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; My first Aston's meal. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;24 April&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hamlet play&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; at Raffles hotel. I was a little late! Wanted to post the grp photo of us but I can't locate the file! There's one of me and Priya but I think you will kill me Priya if you saw it. You know, the one where your mouth is hanging open.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;25 April&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meet the parents day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! I stated the words "bring tissue" in brackets and hell did I need tissue. I always cry during meet the parents. The teachers always make me feel like I've let my parents down and that I'm stupid or not trying hard enough. sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;29 April&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Free cone day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; at Ben at Jerry's! Some of us went to Cathy Cineplex to queue for our free ice cream which was like a few levels of spirals! What an experience =) I'm a little hazy on this bit though...did we actually queue twice?HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;12 May&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saints face off with ACSI &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;rugby&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; boys at the Padang! Exciting match! One of the few times I actually felt attached to my school. and the ahem, neon green shoes rugger. I surprisingly don't miss his face very much. Oh apparently I super felt patriotic to the school cause at the bottom of that month I wrote this, "We are arming for the fight, Pressing on with all our might, Pluming wings for higher flight UP AND ON." Omg. Patriotic feeling's running through my blood again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went off the the Esplanade for the VJC choir concert after that. I think that was the only time last yr i met with my TK choir friends. I miss you guys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;23 May&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last day of Mr Yoong's class&lt;/strong&gt; EVER. The day Lydia's soul died. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;June was an empty month with nothing much filled in the boxes of my planner since it was supposed to be a study every day month even though it was the holidays. Only on the 9th did I have plans i.e "Ney's and Rach's birthday celebration on board the Capri". On the top of the month I scribbled (after the end of the month), "From the lack of plans, I can see that you were studying hard. VERY GOOD CHAR!" and then... "No actually I just didn't write my plans in the boxes to make myself feel better." Haha I am funny. I talk to myself. Soliloquy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;7 July&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kushinbo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to celebrate Uncle Robert's dinner. I successfully got in line every hour during the kushinbo specials =) Still very proud of my singaporeaness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;28 July&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Surprised &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Row on her birthday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; at Ehub! although the surprise almost fell through because Angela is a bad liar. Had dinner at New york new york and went up to sing K!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286734520546966946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2mj1pmkHc/SV5BCT7_PaI/AAAAAAAAAFk/plrETB3fNAk/s320/DSC00277.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1 Aug&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Few of us girls went to Indulgez for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Priya's birthday dinner&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! And then we shee shaaa-ed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;8 Aug&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;National day celebration&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in school. We made a beautiful flag thing tgt and the beautiful class photo of us posing with it will always remain with me =) Special thanks to Mrs Wee for bothering to decorate each and every photo frame thoughtfully!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;9 Aug&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to watch High School Musical On Ice with my family and I was being childish. Therefore I spent 13 bucks on candy floss to get a free pink hat!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286734526641586866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2mj1pmkHc/SV5BCqpDwrI/AAAAAAAAAFs/1Ee0TkHaps8/s320/DSCN3371.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;10 Aug&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;OLPS Funfair&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; with cousins! We had fun dunking ppl with faces that we didn't like. At least we were paying to dunk them! haha! And the free toilet spree peach syrup...haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;September and the months after had a lot of black writings in it. Black signified school stuff and extra lessons and stuff so I was working hard man =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;22 Sept&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mama Mia!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; with class!! Or at least some of the class..best movie ever!!I really had a ball and I'm so glad some of you, like Marc and Carolyn are whacky and sporting enough to stand up and dance! I will never forget our short one minute of fame. haha=) Oh we also planned our movie marathon selection of movies which is apparently still with Lydia. People can we put the plan into some action!!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;9 Oct&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;last day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of formal classes in SAJC. We celebrated by going to Kbox and followed by Linette's birthday celebration at Arena. It was pretty quiet that night there but I had a great time (watching Marc getting bounced out.HAHAHA.)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286737408567077538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2mj1pmkHc/SV5Dqapo6qI/AAAAAAAAAF0/cudFk4YIYgw/s320/07a07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;What followed was alot of mock tests and consultations and my planner just went blank. No plans. Studied for like ever. Then A levels. Then it was ALL OVER. JUST LIKE THAT. To me, the holiday and parties and outings after that didn't matter. My 2008 had ended as far as I was concerned. It ended on the day A's ended. On the day we completed our Lit p5. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Typing all these out made me come to a realization that I had spent a huge bulk of my time in school and with my classmates the whole of 2008. I truly treasure the times we spent tgt, on outings, in class, worrying about A's. My 2 years have really passed by in a flash and I am not afraid to admit that I am abit terrified of what awaits me. I am also quite upset that i'm leaving JC life behind. But although we're prolly not returning to SA ever, I don't necessarily have to leave all my memories behind. Yes, the backdrop for these memories are the school but it is not the literal structure of the school that I will miss most or the smell of the LTs(smelly but i will miss) or the food from the caf(as we so affectionately call it) but the people who have helped form these memories of my JC life. Here I would like to say that you guys, A7 don't have to be part of my memory because I want you all to be in my present life so please continue to stay around!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cousins, I know i'd neglected you the past year for the sake of well, my A's, I'm here to kah-chiou you all know! Thanks for being so understanding and supportive of my MIA-ness and I'm glad that I'm having a lot of time to be even closer to you guys again =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And to the rest of my loved ones who have made my 08 a most meaningful one, thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I feel like I can sort of let go so GOODBYE 08!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4490625662567098603-5605890316398480807?l=saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/feeds/5605890316398480807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4490625662567098603&amp;postID=5605890316398480807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/5605890316398480807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/5605890316398480807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-know-2008-has-passed-but-i-cant.html' title=''/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17137026910186148456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2mj1pmkHc/SV40-4aJ8eI/AAAAAAAAAFU/s3lsdNeZK-U/s72-c/DSCN3136.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490625662567098603.post-881280936314179843</id><published>2009-01-02T06:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T06:55:04.238-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know i'm like one day late but it's not my fault since my lappy couldn't get itself to start and i hate using my com outside. Anyways HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it's the start of 2009, I have made a few resolutions that I will abide by throughout the whole year and I'm listing it now in the hope that you, my family and friends, will assist me in sticking to them (since we ALL know how new year resolutions do not eventually materialize.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Lose weight (at least about 5kg of it)&lt;br /&gt;2.Visibly lose thigh, arms and face fat. (Very important!)&lt;br /&gt;3.Tone boinky butt.&lt;br /&gt;4.Jog twice a week (stop laughing.I see you laughing.)&lt;br /&gt;5.Work out in gym at least once a week (I will follow Matt every Saturday. This is to achieve 3. Oh btw, I'm not starting tmr.)&lt;br /&gt;6.Spend first half of the year productively i.e by looking for a job and sticking to it.&lt;br /&gt;7.Pack my room. (I cleared my wardrobe today!)&lt;br /&gt;8.Change hairstyle(please suggest a suitable hair style for my face shape)&lt;br /&gt;9.Spend more time with friends and catch up with old ones.&lt;br /&gt;10.Do charity work.&lt;br /&gt;11.Help Claire with schoolwork.&lt;br /&gt;12.Remain loyal to Matt while he goes into NS (also very important)&lt;br /&gt;13.Read more books including non-fiction ones to boost my already quite boosted general knowledge! (I just borrowed 3 fiction books from the library)&lt;br /&gt;14.Follow the news.&lt;br /&gt;15.Stay bonded with cousins.&lt;br /&gt;16.Learn how to cook from Liza. (This includes baking) (Also important)&lt;br /&gt;17.Decide on what to do after result collection day (As in what course,school...)&lt;br /&gt;18.Catch up on drama serials. (Lend me some dramas people!)&lt;br /&gt;19.Remain happy and cheerful no matter what and stay true to yourself =)&lt;br /&gt;20.Stop being mean to random strangers. (Quite hard.)&lt;br /&gt;21.Love everyone unconditionally.&lt;br /&gt;22.Most importantly, I wanna have a meaningful 2009 and carpe diem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whew.yeah those were my FEW resolutions. My next post shall be about the unforgettable events of 08!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4490625662567098603-881280936314179843?l=saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/feeds/881280936314179843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4490625662567098603&amp;postID=881280936314179843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/881280936314179843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/881280936314179843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-know-im-like-one-day-late-but-its-not.html' title=''/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17137026910186148456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490625662567098603.post-4229536847788321695</id><published>2008-12-30T08:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T08:55:32.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was trying. Tried to bake cupcakes today for tmr's new year's eve celebration but boy is it tough! We actually started from scratch and hell it tastes not bad but the texture is just funny! like it's not very cooked like that. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were very successful with the icing but damn failure with the actual cupcake. At first our icing turned a very gross colour cuz we put in too much colouring but we learnt how to dab abit in so it become like pastel pink like. Quite pretty=) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First time we tried to mix the ingredients it turned out funny and clumpy with bits of non melted butter inside. that was because obviously, the butter was not melted. Apparently i think it was supposed to be soft butter. After baking it it erupted like a volcano. Erupted like oil. Very gross and deformed and gross. So we tried again (after row left) by microwaving the butter first so it became totally oil like and then we poured it into the mixture. But we're still not sure whether it's supposed to be oil like. Tmr I will try making it just soft enough for us to mush it in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope it'll be more of a success tmr! =) If not everyone is gna think we're incompetent and i'd just hafta dumbly agree.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the other day I was at Angela's house and there was like this funfair thing organised by her condo and they had this very appealing ride, it's some inflatable hamster ball thingy except that it isn't for hamsters but humans!! So you were just supposed to get in the ball while the guy inflates it and then you're free to roll and float around the pool! sounds cool eh?=) They allowed up to 2 ppl in one ball so Reg and Claire squeezed into one while Ange and I packed ourselves into one. Wrong move I know but i really wanted to fart in it since Ange was warning me not to. I wanted her to suffer. You could literally suffocate in that thing cuz it's like air tight since they won't want the ball to lao hong and like they can't let the water get in. So we were only allowed like abit more than 5 mins in it prolly or like to the end and back. Here are some photos! Watch our unglamness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285622757278280498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2mj1pmkHc/SVpN5LBK6zI/AAAAAAAAAEM/rVDi_ZynoVI/s320/s320x240.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to crawl in first through this zipper at the side when the ball was totally deflated. VERY HARD. Like getting yourself caught in clear wrap.I kinda got stuck and i'm starting to think it might have been it very funny view. They inflated it as soon as i managed to get in. This picture was taken when it was in the middle of inflation so it looks abit lao hong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285622757157130242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2mj1pmkHc/SVpN5KkSUAI/AAAAAAAAAEU/0zfl8D0NnuU/s320/s320x2401.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inflator man pushing us from the platform into the pool. This was about the only fun part. And where I broke one of my purple bangles=(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285622760226124850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2mj1pmkHc/SVpN5V__dDI/AAAAAAAAAEc/mOw0VhkkQEQ/s320/s320x2402.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285622763036873650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2mj1pmkHc/SVpN5geIE7I/AAAAAAAAAEk/Vz7mOSgatpY/s320/s320x2403.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We couldn't steer ourselves properly after that. Apparently you're supposed to stand up and run like a hamster but whenever I stood up, Ange would roll and i would roll vice versa so it was just impossible to get anywhere. We had to pathetically ask some kid to push us to that corner so that Aunty Daisy could take a photo for us. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285622767871891810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2mj1pmkHc/SVpN5ye4mWI/AAAAAAAAAEs/4USDw4nfOB0/s320/s320x2404.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285623565975813314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2mj1pmkHc/SVpOoPpr_MI/AAAAAAAAAE0/VBYUW68f8dU/s320/s320x2405.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couple of photos of us pathetically steering and moving the thing. Okayy la but looks like we were having some fun. And also running a little low on oxygen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285623566438050882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2mj1pmkHc/SVpOoRX5LEI/AAAAAAAAAE8/O2VJURjM6Ao/s320/s320x2406.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We look like we're exploring stuff and have seen something exciting! lols&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Wow look! Did you see that? I saw a mermaid!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285623570649520578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2mj1pmkHc/SVpOohD_GcI/AAAAAAAAAFE/9MA01hbZyr8/s320/s320x2407.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"There it is again! Popping it's mermaidy tail out of the water!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285623578723619314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2mj1pmkHc/SVpOo_JAEfI/AAAAAAAAAFM/L8D--1RkES8/s320/s320x2408.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Oh it's a nothing because we're in a condo swimming pool. &lt;insert&gt;"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And that was my favourite photo of all though it's the ugliest. We look very happy in the ball. =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4490625662567098603-4229536847788321695?l=saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/feeds/4229536847788321695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4490625662567098603&amp;postID=4229536847788321695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/4229536847788321695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/4229536847788321695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/2008/12/today-was-trying.html' title=''/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17137026910186148456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2mj1pmkHc/SVpN5LBK6zI/AAAAAAAAAEM/rVDi_ZynoVI/s72-c/s320x240.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490625662567098603.post-4872480998821012006</id><published>2008-12-27T07:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T07:43:17.201-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, I'm gonna blog about shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drew my inspiration from Angela who happily told us today (while we were eating Carl's junior) that while in Japan, it took her alot of time and energy for her shit to come out because it was cold. She described it as a ferris wheel - similarity being that 1) her shit was coming out at a really slow pace 2) one capsule by one capsule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's gross but quite funny. So when i had to shit just now, I observed that it was easy at first and then quite hard to excrete later. If i had to allude it to a theme park ride, it would be the one that does the vertical drop up and down a few times (or "selero shots" in genting). 1) It gets smaller and smaller by the shit (just like the drops) 2) the feeling also subsides with each literal drop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA THIS IS GROSS BUT VERY FUNNY I WILL CONTINUE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think most ppl would belong to the vertical drop ride category. Other rides i can think of would be the tea cup. That would most probably be diarrhoea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kind where it takes really long for one big shit to fall out and make a splash could actually be the log ride type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i can totally design a quiz, "what type of theme park ride is your shit?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit aside, I would like to apologize to the passerby who "shhh" us when we were picnicking on the roof of vivo for no reason. Yes, to the dude who looked like an uncle with uncle specs and uncle dressing who was acting like an ah beng who dared to shhh a bunch of teenagers (plus a couple of lian looking ones which btw does not include me). I'm sry that i said "knn bu cb" to you when you cursed our fathers or something like that. I'm a little embarrassed that that came out of my mouth. I'm sorry. Instead i should have said "before you get a life, you'd probably wanna consider getting a face."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clearly my resolution on not judging passerbys is not working out well. I just judged some ah lian guy this afternoon who was wearing a high waisted skirt below her hips. Told Lydia i didn't like the way she walked (like the classic ah beng kind. plus she was wearing a skirt. very ugly of her.) . Instead of stopping, Lydia told me her bf was ugly. haha. confession timmeee......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY 18TH HOGGI BEAR.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4490625662567098603-4872480998821012006?l=saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/feeds/4872480998821012006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4490625662567098603&amp;postID=4872480998821012006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/4872480998821012006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/4872480998821012006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/2008/12/today-im-gonna-blog-about-shit.html' title=''/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17137026910186148456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490625662567098603.post-7796130123418642596</id><published>2008-12-19T06:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T06:42:25.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can't believe that you won't even let me make &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;my own&lt;/span&gt; decision as to whether&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; I&lt;/span&gt; wanna teach or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lame reasons, nothing to discuss. What I say is final.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4490625662567098603-7796130123418642596?l=saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/feeds/7796130123418642596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4490625662567098603&amp;postID=7796130123418642596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/7796130123418642596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/7796130123418642596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-cant-believe-that-you-wont-even-let.html' title=''/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17137026910186148456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490625662567098603.post-4705615904682289924</id><published>2008-12-18T19:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T20:16:42.095-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2mj1pmkHc/SUsbIp_-UhI/AAAAAAAAADk/6Ixj6ONuAF8/s1600-h/DSCN3552.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;US TRIP&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;First stop, Singapore to Dubai !(since we flew by Emirates airlines thus making about like one big round around the world. I wouldn't normally know that since geog is just not my thing but the security screening guy said so.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281343669988180130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2mj1pmkHc/SUsaFgpnQKI/AAAAAAAAADM/yWtv4QQSKPE/s320/DSCN3545.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(transited at)Dubai airport - took about 6-7 hours to get there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281344235264019778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2mj1pmkHc/SUsamad4DUI/AAAAAAAAADU/V712XVmI7iY/s320/DSCN3548.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Continued on the treacherous journey....&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281344812467421154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2mj1pmkHc/SUsbIAt4_-I/AAAAAAAAADc/eV17LYcZpPI/s320/DSCN3551.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;And they actually gave a whole box of Godiva chocolates to business class passengers how awesome is that! Nobody wanted it so i felt sad that I couldn't possibly finish it all=( It was dry up there and my throat hurt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281346447952736098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2mj1pmkHc/SUscnNX-b2I/AAAAAAAAADs/ylsA7MZMY1E/s320/DSCN3556.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally arrived at the car rental place where we, no prizes for guessing, RENTED A CAR!not this one though. But notice how there is like no number plate on it? Americans are like totally permitted to put anything on their number plates including non numbers like words which includes their names and rubbish words. There was this quite funny one that I saw which i cannot rmb now. Dang. I would prolly put like "Da Car" or like "abc123" for fun. I would change it every other mth like msn nicknames although i'm not sure whether that's allowed.hmm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281346459433823490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2mj1pmkHc/SUscn4JR7QI/AAAAAAAAAD0/8gdUFyvT5mc/s320/DSCN3563.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After finally picking a car, we headed towards our motel which was near Disneyland! (Anaheim). A motel was a new experience for me and I was kinda dreading it at first but it's kinda not so bad. Not as dirty or blah as it seems in the OC and stuff. It's just a little smaller than hotels which doesn't bother me cuz you just sleep and bathe there and there are still housekeepers. The toilet was surprisingly clean. Oh btw, dad is wearing that pair of pjs to the party. Haha it is crazy big for me anw.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281348044751275138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2mj1pmkHc/SUseEJ6ahII/AAAAAAAAAD8/eznOQG48PvE/s320/DSCN3564.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281348056161511010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2mj1pmkHc/SUseE0a05mI/AAAAAAAAAEE/ex2y01p5YLk/s320/DSCN3565.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to some mall on that same day I think and Claire had boring Burger King. But what was cool was the shape of their chicken tenders! Princess crownnnns! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't exactly have photos of us shopping but I've gotta say that they have ALOT of factory outlets there which means you get to buy branded goods at really affordable prices which makes me very very happy. Most common ones are like Guess, Nine West, ALDO, GAP, Polo Ralph Lauren,Nike, Tommy.Hil, sometimes even Coach, Juicy...(cannot rmb so many alr) I swear if i lived there, I would be heading down to these outlet malls ever so often! I mean why would I even wanna shop anywhere else in the world? With that said, I sadly say that I didn't buy as many clothes as a expected to, only a few pieces but i bought 4 pairs of shoes that I am very happy with! Except one which really gives me the blisters. But it is pretty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blogging about holidays are very draining because I am feeling tired and i'm not even at day 2 in US yet. haha guess i'll just hafta leave that first. Wished i could have spent more time there cuz I'd dare say that shopping time was abit compromised because we had to visit the 101 themeparks which i didn't regret visiting actually. Okayy bye.. I think cousins are all not up yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/4490625662567098603-4705615904682289924?l=saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/feeds/4705615904682289924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4490625662567098603&amp;postID=4705615904682289924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/4705615904682289924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/4705615904682289924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/2008/12/us-trip-first-stop-singapore-to-dubai.html' title=''/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17137026910186148456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2mj1pmkHc/SUsaFgpnQKI/AAAAAAAAADM/yWtv4QQSKPE/s72-c/DSCN3545.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490625662567098603.post-5232950685842766116</id><published>2008-12-18T19:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T19:30:38.958-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>toooday we are decorating the house with chrismasy rainbowsy decorations!! But first, THE REST OF YOU KINDA HAVE TO WAKE UP AND GET HERE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to collect Row's N level results with her ytd and Row i think you did okay so stop saying that it's a very high score at least you got promoted. Watched Journey to the Centre of the Earth &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3D &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(I told you so Marc Toh.) which was pretty good except that they don't have like moving seats and water spraying at you like those 3D attractions at theme parks and stuff  but it was good enough. The storyline was okay and a bit cheesy cuz they ran into so much shit but still never died but hey, that's how all movies are like right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna watch Bride Wars please I can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part of the movie? Rowena Yeo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this scene where they were on a makeshift raft, caught in a violent storm and were surrounded by like 101 ugly looking fishes that looked like giant mutated Piranhas so everything was like yelling cuz they were jumping out at us -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Row: Omg. It's like Pinatas! Eh is it Pinatas? (tries repronuoncing the word a few times)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Char: Piranhas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHA. I can soooo imagine jumping Pinatas although when whacked with the club that was used to whack the Piranhas, it would be raining sweets and chocolates, not water. They should totally make a spoof out of this part of the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, went over to TPJC for their Band Festival thingy to lend our support to Clarence and I must say that there was a serious lack of concert etiquette there which I was abit pissed about but since it was only the avt, I guess it's okay. Would have been super irritated if it was in like some concert hall and if I'd paid more than 10 bucks for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it, there's still another band concert i'm going for soon - the St Patrick's Alumni one. Man. I cannot really appreciate band music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to have prata at 201 after that which was very satisfying! Mr Teh Tarik's , Teh Tarik is quite good! Somebody send me the picture that we took in the avt please..I think it's in Mar's camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna upload a few photos from my US trip in the next post which is happening...NOW!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4490625662567098603-5232950685842766116?l=saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/feeds/5232950685842766116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4490625662567098603&amp;postID=5232950685842766116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/5232950685842766116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/5232950685842766116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/2008/12/toooday-we-are-decorating-house-with.html' title=''/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17137026910186148456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490625662567098603.post-1493782005601224956</id><published>2008-12-15T02:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T02:31:57.152-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Blogging at Ange's request but I don't actually have anything to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay let's start with where I am now : Mar's house where some ppl are mj-ing and some just doing nothing. Her bed is lousy. I was sitting on it (quite at one edge) and when Reg stood up from the other edge, it totally did a "titanic" and started sinking on my side. I'd sincerely thought I might die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My US trip was really quite enjoyable except for the plane journey (macham travelling to hell and back. The 18th level. ) and I would say that Dubai is also not fun. Thank goodness we only stopped over for about one half days. Mm i might start uploading a few pictures soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt is finally coming home tmr. pls hurry hurry hurry life is really quite boring without you i am not even kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched twilight the other day and I decided that the only reason(s) I didn't fall for Edward Cullen is cuz he is not the Edward that I imagined. I mean how HARD is it to find the Edward that i pictured to play Edward. You already got the houses right and Edward's room also. Oh and I heard in real life Robert P(who plays Edward) is like a liar and stuffs so yeah don't like him. In fact, i really really love the guy who plays Jasper even though he has no talking lines but his STARE is soooooo !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to get a job i cannot stand one wk of being here doing nothing even though i've been out every single day. I guess i could give teaching a try (tgt for priya)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okayy i really have nothing to say alr byeeeeee. Shall do some Christmas cards tmr so that i can do it in batches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH BTW CHRISTMAS PARTY ON 25TH DEC DRESSCODE : RAINBOW (which means invitees are only allowed to wear clothes from any 7 colours of the rainbow. ONLY. no black/white/grey whatever whatever. Please pass the msg to your parents I will prolly be giving out the invites soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4490625662567098603-1493782005601224956?l=saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/feeds/1493782005601224956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4490625662567098603&amp;postID=1493782005601224956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/1493782005601224956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/1493782005601224956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/2008/12/blogging-at-anges-request-but-i-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17137026910186148456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490625662567098603.post-3148685871843015339</id><published>2008-11-22T05:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T06:06:47.948-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>THIS IS THE LAST POST BEFORE I LEAVE FOR THE US!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi everyone i will miss you alot alot alot and thanks ange for attempting to come to the airport.haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will try to get as many people as many souvenirs as i can..As it is, I only have about 400 bucks to buy stuff for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthias (who will be using up a bulk of my funds so blame him.)&lt;br /&gt;My cousins - Marilyn, Reg, Row, Ange, Shawn, Clarence and Dawn&lt;br /&gt;My classmates (sort of still classmates)&lt;br /&gt;Tk chicks&lt;br /&gt;Church choir peeps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg 400 is so not enough. it's 400 SING. oh man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special shoutout to Carolyn and Joseph,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE A HAPPY HAPPY HOLIDAY AND A SAFE TRIP AS WELL =) PLEASE LET ME KNOW WHEN YOU'RE BACK. Esp Joseph, I'm really upset that I cannot see you off or throw a farewell for you=( Tone up those muscles in there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marc, enjoy your freedom while it lasts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leonard I think they don't want you already la. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;07A07&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard the stupid graduation song just now by vitamin c and i used to think that it is a super over rated song and it didn't quite touch me so much when i was leaving my primary or secondary school. But it really struck a chord this time so I want you guys to know how much you have made my college life so bearable. In fact, you guys were almost the only family I've known in school since I didn't have a CCA or anything. It's hard to get used to not seeing ya'll everyday now but I guess there comes a time where everyone has to move on BUT THAT DOESN'T MEAN THAT WE WILL NOT STAY IN CONTACT. I'm not saying this because it's some old cliche thing that you say to every graduating class but because I really really mean it. You guys are the most sincere friends that I've ever had and I know how I can count on you always - YOU MAKE IT REAL FOR ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first stepped into SAJC, everything was so foreign. The sights, the smell, the people. I was really quite alone except for Sandhya and um, Sandhya? Even so, I wasn't exactly very close to her in the start of the year so I was really LONELY. Thought I would really hate life and was wondering how I was gonna last these nightmarish 2 years. But after interacting with all of you, I realised that I was not gonna be so lonely after all! Anyway life's like that right? You're constantly being pushed into new environments where you are forced to make new friends. Even though this is gonna be a repetitive pattern throughout my life, I really treasure the friendship that we share and i'm quite sure the bunch of you are friends that I will keep =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVING ALL OF YOU ALWAYS, CHAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BABY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear I will miss you the most out of everybody and even though we've been together for so freaking long (that i don't even believe it), I will still miss you as much as the first trip I took without you. Take care of yourself and have a fun time in Hongkong you will LOVE IT. Remember, we're living under the same sky=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE LOVE LOVE YOU A GABAZILLION MILLION LOVES, BABY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOODBYE FOLKS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4490625662567098603-3148685871843015339?l=saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/feeds/3148685871843015339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4490625662567098603&amp;postID=3148685871843015339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/3148685871843015339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/3148685871843015339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/2008/11/this-is-last-post-before-i-leave-for-us.html' title=''/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17137026910186148456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490625662567098603.post-4541287750226820626</id><published>2008-11-19T21:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T21:21:08.697-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've been trying to focus and have succeeded but sort of drifted away after lunch. I have been checking on the items that I wanna buy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mar holly hoque very boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I went to moodle to like get lit stuff and I planned to finish reading all 13 pages by 130pm. It is now 1.20pm. Well thanks Marc! Your moodle account has been useful during the super few times that I bothered to log on to grab/read stuff. For the record, I have never logged into my account once. I have no idea what my pw is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXCUSE ME PEOPLE WE HAVEN'T DECIDED WHAT TO DO TMR IT'S OUR BIG DAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum managed to get like 4 free shaw passes from i dunno where so if anyone's up for a movie.... =D I know I said it's boring but we have to make plans for exciting stuff and we haven't made plans yet so i guess... =( Maybe if I have time later (doubt so) i'll try to come up with cool stuff we can do tmr! Like kampong fishing.haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SMMMEEEEELLLLLLLL FREEDOM WITH A CAPITAL F,R,E,E,D,O,M.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4490625662567098603-4541287750226820626?l=saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/feeds/4541287750226820626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4490625662567098603&amp;postID=4541287750226820626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/4541287750226820626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/4541287750226820626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/2008/11/ive-been-trying-to-focus-and-have.html' title=''/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17137026910186148456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490625662567098603.post-6919105800811565881</id><published>2008-11-18T06:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T06:36:50.528-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAPPY 50TH POST TO ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't think i've ever lasted that long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just attempted to play hotel 626 on my com since my laptop is too laggy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I failed i can't!Now the screen here is like too dark? I couldn't even find the door to get into the toilet with the ghost woman in it! Very disappointed. So i skipped the finding the door part and went straight to the toilet but like the background is completely pitch black. It's supposed to have a faint lighting so i can like sort of see her but nooooo it was totally black. Like Som (haha sorry ange.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claire ran away after i couldn't find the door. Didn't even see like any ghost thing yet. Haha the little coward. Hey i managed to capture the ghost with my camera a little even with the darkness. My hearing not bad=) (but then everytime i clicked i looked away.this game ; absolutely not for the faint hearted.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh then before i enter the toilet will have some words right then that stage is the "she lives in darkness. help her see the light" phrase? haha so i complained to Claire that i cannot even see anything then she was like "You stupid or what! Of course you cannot see her la they say she lives in darkness what!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She obviously wasn't paying attention to when we were playing it on the laptop and at Mar's house. But it was still funny. Haha friends who have not experienced hotel 626, give it a try! (not that i even made it past the first stage and there are like what,13,14?) I NEED A PROPER WORKING COMPUTER SO THAT I CAN PLAY TOO!=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hotel626.com/"&gt;http://www.hotel626.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Waiting to go on my shopping sprreeeeeeee. In about...now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG I AM FUMING. I TOTALLY WAITED THE WHOLE DAY IN HOPES OF HER FINALLY RELEASING COLLECTION 13 WHICH WAS SUPPOSED TO BE RELEASED AT 10 WHICH SHE THEN CANCELLED AND STATED 1030 AND NOW THE STUPID THING IS LIKE NOT EVEN THERE. NOT EVEN POSTPONED TO 11 JUST NOT THERE AT ALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It better be there when i count to ten.or else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i will keep refreshing until tmr.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4490625662567098603-6919105800811565881?l=saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/feeds/6919105800811565881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4490625662567098603&amp;postID=6919105800811565881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/6919105800811565881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/6919105800811565881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-50th-post-to-me-dont-think-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17137026910186148456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490625662567098603.post-4713827399627269771</id><published>2008-11-13T02:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T02:35:03.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG I AM SO GLAD THAT THIS WEEK IS FINALLY OOVVERRR!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope i don't slacken off just because there's only one paper left because i really really need to do well for that to make up for my probably just pass half  of the other paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History was a relief from all the other stupid papers that I've been getting..The questions i wanted came out!At least 2 of them. It was like I saw it then i um chio.    Then i saw the next question i just UM UM CHIO la!I was really gonna burst out laughing and rolling all over the floor already. I think I possibly really nailed those 2 but my last question was abit thinking (and looking at me, the not very thinking person) so i was quite loss about it but i still got some points in that will sure count for something! Don't talk about my case study. It was rubbish i don't even know one can crap out things from a few crappy sources. The worse part is that we practised this before for like tutorial or something but i like still never study that country. haha blah blah blah whatever i'm just happy the 2 good questions came out=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus i met (by met i mean she was sitting behind me in the bus talking loudly enough for me to hear over the phone) this girl just now who was pretty optimistic because i heard her telling her friend that she might get A with what past knowledge she had (prob from O levels) and with like hardly all the points. Plus she say hers no statistics leh MINE HAVE. She say (to her friend) that got statistics means higher level then they will give more marks!=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like her leh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay now i'm not super happy cuz i screwed up big big time for case study and didn't do my last question well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bright side, I was only expecting a C for this paper but maybe just maybea B is possible. A is out of the picture.haha.After i get D I will laugh at myself. So far, one of the better papers I have done except for Math paper 2 and and OMG nothing else. HAHA I'M GONNA FAIL A LEVELS. But i'm happy today. I will be sad about it when i get my result slip which i have resolved on chewing immediately after receiving it without opening it. Then i will shit it out and look into the toilet bowl because my results will be in it's true form - like shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4490625662567098603-4713827399627269771?l=saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/feeds/4713827399627269771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4490625662567098603&amp;postID=4713827399627269771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/4713827399627269771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/4713827399627269771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/2008/11/omg-i-am-so-glad-that-this-week-is.html' title=''/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17137026910186148456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490625662567098603.post-854665935288357524</id><published>2008-11-08T08:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T08:50:00.304-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I NEED TO AARRGHHHH MY STUDY STRESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently retail therapy is not an option for obvious reasons (how bout i CAN'T GO OUT BECAUSE I HAVE TO STUDY.) and the only 3 blogsites i go to for clothes are taking forever to have new collections. One has today but the things so NOT NICE and even if the were, the model's body shape is not very flattering to their clothes. If they don't change their model back i'm quite sure they'll lose alot of sales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so stressed I think i need a pet to share my stress with me. It'll be great. "Like here kitty, have some of my stress. It's delicious!". And then kitty will drink it all up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So me and Claire were reminded of Belle/Hammie (deceased) just now and decided that we should get another pet. However the biggest obstacle (oops no pun intended) in my house is my mummy who absolutely hates pets and whom i bet was praying everyday for the Lord to take Hammie's soul with him. Well, she got the her wish. So i suggested to my sister that we should riot and campaigne for a pet. Claire then drew a poster which said "&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;WE WANT PETS!&lt;/span&gt;" (colour not accurate. It was my hot pink marker.) which I spilled water on and so she re-did it and then drew a cat,dog, and rabbit respectively (below the words) in black marker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE WERE ALL SET FOR THE CAMPAIGNE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the pencil which i was writing with, and the ruler i was rulering with and we set off to our riot destination, a.k.a mum's room. Stomped in the demanded "WE WANT PETS.WE WANT PETS." with Claire raising the poster up in a cliche riot like manner and with my making a din by clinking my stationary tgt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya.ok.it didn't work. ("DON'T GIMME THAT CRAP!" said mum.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i announced to Claire that we have no choice but to move onto plan B: Hunger strike. I told her we will starve until she gave in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claire: Ya. We will starve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum: Starve starve lor it's your business you wanna torture yourself. I don't care it's your stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;this&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claire: What is starve?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went out but refused to surrender so i asked Claire to tell mum that if she wants her to sleep with her(mum) tonight then she must let us keep a pet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claire: &lt;walking&gt;Jie Jie say (basket.pe-cha lobang.) if you want me to sleep with you then you must let us keep pets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After awhile she walks out and very matter of factly says : "Mummy don't want me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLAN PET - ABORTED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya.i'm that stressish. I send my love to everyone. muah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4490625662567098603-854665935288357524?l=saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/feeds/854665935288357524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4490625662567098603&amp;postID=854665935288357524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/854665935288357524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/854665935288357524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-need-to-aarrghhhh-my-study-stress.html' title=''/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17137026910186148456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490625662567098603.post-8975906201639781658</id><published>2008-10-20T00:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T01:01:51.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm so tired, TIRED, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TIRED!&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;Of studying, just anything! In fact i'm not even tired of "anything" because i don' really have the time to do "anything" thus conclusion : I'm just tired of this whole consolidation period.&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;I'm really not doing anything other than studying much apart from going to school (to study) and to church. And that's quite bad not because i don't get to go out but because even so, I feel that I don't achieve much in some days especially days like lately days and i'm so sick of this feeling alr! &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;Went to school to try out a mock math paper today and it was HORRIBLE.better then prelims yes but still horrible! And it's not like i haven't been putting in effort for math! CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE. Plus the fact that the paper is supposedly the june A levels paper which is the typical standard? And i haven't even reached that! Barely a pass or not even? How to get my A like that!!!!&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;SO FRUSTRATING. I'm gonna bathe and wash all this angst away and then sit down to do some work (most likely math la.) and then go out for a nice dinner (although budget dinner but any form of escape is nice now.) with my cousins. Sorry I have been neglecting you guys but this is really important to me and i still think about all of you all the time =)&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;The stress has been getting to my head so bad that i've been having weird dreams. Like a few days ago i was buttercup and my sisters, blossom and bubbles were sucked into a ballpit which had a hole at it's base which was actually a portal to mojo jojo's evil world. More weird dreams but i can't rmb them now. Yesterday i dreamt i was forced into prostituition but it was in my kitchen. I mean like me and 2 of my jie meis. HAHA. But there was no action or men or whatever la just me and them in the kitchen and them telling me that it's not so bad and then we had to draw lots to see who gets which man. I was like "huhhh..=( "and remember being very reluctant about it. Haha so funny. Guess i got this dream from the article i read about how thai prostitutes are setting up shop in the forests near foreign workers dorms and are apparently paid 20 dolllars for "one go". It's very scary that they are willing to do so for 20 bucks. I shudder to think about it. Plus because they set up shop in the wild, it's really wild like with mozzies and everything and it's damn gross cuz the conditions are so filthy. They very poor thing leh. So you see the problem lies with MEN. If there wasn't a demand there wouldn't be a supply to begin with. Then i cannot believe that some of these workers can still dare to be interviewed by the newpaper people saying things like "After a day's hard work, we are too tired to travel all the way to Geylang, so it's very convenient for us because the forest is just behind our dorms."&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;And not just this one. Got many more commenting about it as if it's a norm like as if their buying a soft drink and how they'd rather go the a minimart to buy it instead of like 7-11 or something cuz it's nearer and cheaper. Like macham a commodity. If you think about it, these women seem only to be worth like times 20 of a can of gek huay which is really very sad. &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;STOP SMUGGLING THESE POOR PROSTITUTES OVER!but then again, many of them entered the trade willingly. But then again, they're prolly really poor to begin with that's why they have to resort to this. So much for fraternity John Lennon. &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;I was feeling abit bad about the recent spate of reports and documentaries on how these foreign workers are ostracized by Singaporean public which can be seen through how some of their dorms are really far away in the ulu pandan places of Singapore just that we don't know cuz well, it's in the ulu places what! I think that they are humans too and deserve abit better treatment BUT before that I think that they need to prove that they are not what ppl stereotype them to be. I donn't know whether these like sex starved workers make up the majority or are just the few black sheep of the herd but it seems like it's the majority cuz maybe the media gives them too much bad press and little good press? Or maybe it's really the majority because there are really alot of those thai prostitutes and they won't need to many women to service if there weren't so many men who needed servicing right?&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;Walao eh from one dream can talk until here. Bathe already la bye.&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;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4490625662567098603-8975906201639781658?l=saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/feeds/8975906201639781658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4490625662567098603&amp;postID=8975906201639781658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/8975906201639781658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/8975906201639781658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-so-tired-tired-tired-of-studying.html' title=''/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17137026910186148456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490625662567098603.post-336086251674586961</id><published>2008-10-02T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T09:07:28.631-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;School today was pretty much a waste of time considering how i went in late cause i really couldn't pull myself out of bed (was having a dream of myself being invisible to people but got discovered eventually when people realised that the sponge balls they were throwing were bouncing off some non-existance wall in the air. I think i actually felt pain but oh well they were only sponge.) so i missed assembly which was apparently chapel. Didn't get to see my classmates as a result. Only saw History mates and even so, i walked in 10 mins late. Wouldn't say History lesson was a waste of time though..I like you D.tan =) (&lt;-- history teacher dude!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Didn't feel like going for Econs lect so i went to eat breakfast/lunch at the cafe and went up to the library to study with Ger. Coincidentally found a spot where she had a nice view of tennis boy whom i discovered today, looks like mojo-jojo. Ger and mj sit with their legs really wide apart. And i thought opposites attract. I swear she was gushing about his hands/eyebrows/shoulders/any part of his body you could think of for freaking 2 hours plus while i was trying to think of a brilliant plan to be the damsel in distress. Of course not mj as the knight but you know, ahem, Troy. (Lydia came up with it because i like Troy from HSM too. Ger figured it actually has a deeper meaning like T.Roy.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway we saw this girl like sleeping a few tables away with her back facing us and you know how when sometimes people rest their head on the table, from a certain angle they look as if they are headless?yeah she certainly looked like that which was a little bit amusing. What was more amusing was this :&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me: Omg she looks like that ghost leh. What do you call the ghost with no head who rides on the horse and kills people ah?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ger:Er. The headless horseman?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HAHAHA. I actually know lor.Just testing her ability to shrink 25 words into 3. Good job Ger you pass!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Let's talk about yesterday which was more fun cuz i finally decided to unwind. Went to town with the main intention of collecting my dress from my niece which i ordered on her &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;BLOG SHOP&lt;/span&gt; which does sell pretty pretty (get the pun?) clothes and since all my cousins are enthusiastically endorsing it, I shall too. To the few non-cousins who read my blog, go visit &lt;a href="http://mahmia.livejournal/"&gt;http://mahmia.livejournal&lt;/a&gt; if you have the time! Affordable prices too=) sorry Marc. Girls wear only. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So ya as i was saying, the main intention was to collect the dress and I did but i thought heck, why not use this as an opportunity to hang out with my cousins as well since it's been so long since we hung out. (sound like monkeys.) So met up with Reg, Mar and Row and met Dawn in town, ate lunch and walked around Far East for abit. Saw some pretty nice shit but damn i didn't know Far East stuff could be that not cheap. Always thought they sold pretty cheap stuff but some of the nicer clothes are well above 40 kind. Some cheap stuff didn't fit me very well so i was left with purchasing zilch. =( Wanted badly to buy a black waist belt cause the only one I have is a very conspicuous red one which according to Fonz is also very "thick" ("why your belt so thick ah?" I mean what kinda question is that?!) and i hafta always try to match around it so i'm SICK AND TIRED OF THIS RED NONSENSE. NO MORE. BLACK MEANS BLACK. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bought a headband though for 5.90. Owning one never crossed my mind until Reg was looking at it then i was thinking hmm..i wonder how it'll look like on me. Then somemore cannot try cause it said "no trying" i'm guessing cuz it's elastic and will expand the the saleslady was very "niau" and watching us with her eagle eyes in case we try to pull the wool over her eyes (we were trying to pull the band over our heads. haha i think my pun is funny!). Yeah so i bought it and turns out, according to cousin, i look pretty okay! Ke Ming didn't really give me a straight answer but WELL. TADAH!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252583069759575154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2mj1pmkHc/SOTsePpAFHI/AAAAAAAAADE/3BPnY_bj-04/s320/me+with+headband" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ger say i look like act princess. I'll take that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay ya so that was the only thing i brought home with me ytd because I LEFT MY DRESS IN REG'S BAG. Which is rather frustrating since that was the point of the whole meet up anyway. I bet if the band wasn't plastered on my head, I would have forgotten it too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252583068280497874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2mj1pmkHc/SOTseKIXJtI/AAAAAAAAAC0/kC0mCqFI0wc/s320/cousins+four.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252583066453361138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2mj1pmkHc/SOTseDUvQfI/AAAAAAAAAC8/UjU_HlrVXc0/s320/supercousins!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pictures at fish and co, credits to Row. Putting it up because &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. All of you are doing it&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. Which leaves me no choice&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. Must give credit to Row's work&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. No la. It's just number 4, because&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; i LOVE YOU GUYS. ERM, GIRLS. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Gee i love you too okay and i'm really sorry you couldn't join us but you are always in my heart=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I'm so sweet leh. eeyer. Just changed from red font back to black font but this black looks abit lighter than the previous black. walao eh black also got different shades. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;PS: I got new Yo mama jokes to share! I was on a creating yo mama jokes spree ytd whilst on the phone with matt then i had to keep interupting our conversation and saving it in my "notes" in my phone so that i wouldn't forget!HAHA! For cousins only. Classmates will not find it amusing. I tired. goonigh.&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/4490625662567098603-336086251674586961?l=saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/feeds/336086251674586961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4490625662567098603&amp;postID=336086251674586961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/336086251674586961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/336086251674586961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/2008/10/school-today-was-pretty-much-waste-of.html' title=''/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17137026910186148456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2mj1pmkHc/SOTsePpAFHI/AAAAAAAAADE/3BPnY_bj-04/s72-c/me+with+headband' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490625662567098603.post-2206764684809607370</id><published>2008-09-29T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T23:53:43.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've been taking small steps at studying lately. So small that i feel like i haven't progressed and it's pretty depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well enough of the depressing stuff! Went shopping that day and bought (as i happily mentioned in previous post) a pair of sandals, a pencil skirt and a pair of stretchy black pants which i'm sharing with my mother (only because it is stretchable.or else...) and i bought a dress from dawn online! Will probably collect it tmr. CANNOT WAIT. And i super want this dress on nellyjoy but although i'm alr 18 i don't have a card so how am i supposed to pay for it? Apparently Lydia will help me but she might ask her friend who has IB so it's easier. Wow. All that trouble just to get me a 30 dollar dress. But it'll be the first time i'm ordering something on the net and receiving it through mail! Exciting stuff! Well i don't actually blame my mum for not giving me a card because i know very well what will happen to it. It would just become a card at the end of the day. Just a plastic-ky thing with no value to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251690728060745106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2mj1pmkHc/SOHA5HxF9ZI/AAAAAAAAACc/sXnSKizlQRA/s320/%5B%3B+%26smileFORme.(071).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pencil skirt!(which i have already worn.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251690736566675026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2mj1pmkHc/SOHA5ndEJlI/AAAAAAAAACs/Db7rEQHMfEc/s320/%5B%3B+%26smileFORme.(073).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sandals! (Which is still new and i'll either wear it tmr or sunday.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251690734465876498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2mj1pmkHc/SOHA5foMghI/AAAAAAAAACk/tm6HjkuX7GE/s320/%5B%3B+%26smileFORme.(074).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pants! (which is of flabby material thus very comfy and cooling and non restricting! Looks very cui here but wear alr quite nice.) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Speaking of clothes, I just realised that i'm wearing my t-shirt the other way round. No wonder i felt abit choked around the neck area. Forget it i'm too lazy to switch it the correct way round. Anyway i'll be home the whole day..because CLASS IS CANCELLED! and i was just about to leave. Lucky Lydia called cuz i wouldn't have read the msg till i leave the house.haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAD A DREAM. A wonderfully indescribable dream!! Dreamt mummy had a rich/influential guy friend who had a pool (a nice blue with steam rising up from it!) and so she asked whether we could go in and take a dip (and i was like yes YES PLEASEYESYES! in my head. technically speaking it was in my head cuz i was dreaming.okayy in my head within the head.) AND HE SAID OKAY! so i took off my shirt and there i was wearing a red swimming costume.SWIMMING COSTUME. The thing that does not in ANYWAY flatter any part of my body. ew. but i managed to pull it off in the dream. Don't ask me what my mother was wearing because i don't really wanna recall also. If you get what i mean. So anyway can't really rmb much after that just that we got up and went to like one of his chalet houses to wash up and BAM! i was friends with the &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;JONAS BROTHERS&lt;/span&gt;.OMGOMGOMGOMG. Can't rmb much except that i was closest to Nick Jonas because he was the nicest brother. Wasn't Joe but i guess Nick is fine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then the doorbell rang! Mum went to open the door and it was none other then &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;ZAC FREAKING EFRON&lt;/span&gt;! OMGOMGOMGOMG O.M.GGG!!(notice there are more "omg"s here than jonas brothers. wonder what that implies...) And i was stupidly STUPIDLY hiding behind a wall/pillar half out of view and like spying on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum: "yes?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zac (like my friend hor call him "zac") : "Um. Well..well....wellll..weeelllll..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO HE WASN'T RETARDED. He was struck by my mother's beauty who was in turn not so star struck by him. (refer on top to her calm reaction where her first word is "yes?". My first word would have been "BREATHE." Of course not out loud.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't believe it. She was stealing my one and only true love away from me! I was furious! So i went to confide in my best friends, the Jonas Brothers, who kindly pacified me and told me that it was okay. Things started to move pretty fast and i texted Zac to tell him how displeased i was etc etc.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the phone rang. I just KNEW that it was Zac. I just KNEW that i would see "private number" on the screen on my nokia E51. Because it would be my Zac pleading to tell me that he's sorry and loves me only and to not leave him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But guess what. My E51 was REALLY RINGING. I woke up and in place of "private number", there was a name - "rachelwong calling". Oh plus many other expletives that followed the name rachelwong after i realised i had been dreaming. Sorry rach but you ruined my one chance of Zac telling me that he loves me. Now i would never know how much he cares. boohoo poor me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just took this test thing that i got from Ger's blog because i was bored and here are the results!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nerdtests.com/ft_nt2.php"&gt;&lt;img alt="NerdTests.com says I'm a Slightly Dorky Non-Nerd.  What are you?  Click here!" src="http://www.nerdtests.com/images/badge/nt2/d83cfaa6664e82c5.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TADAH!see cousins..i am a NON-NERD. only slightly dorky. slightly is only a little little bit. like this much =&gt;  .  As in the size of the fullstop.very very very tiny..okay bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4490625662567098603-2206764684809607370?l=saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/feeds/2206764684809607370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4490625662567098603&amp;postID=2206764684809607370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/2206764684809607370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/2206764684809607370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/2008/09/ive-been-taking-small-steps-at-studying.html' title=''/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17137026910186148456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2mj1pmkHc/SOHA5HxF9ZI/AAAAAAAAACc/sXnSKizlQRA/s72-c/%5B%3B+%26smileFORme.(071).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490625662567098603.post-6498792634615777859</id><published>2008-09-21T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T07:50:41.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>left my house this morning with my dad holding the yellow ribbon that he bought last wk in support for the ex offenders. He then asked me, "Where's your yellow rabbit?" and i kinda just ignored him cuz i was rushing out. So he asked claire "Where's your yellow rabbit?" and claire pointed to the hamster because dad usually calls the hamster, rabbit. And then he realised he was wrong and corrected himself. "oh.um you're yellow ribbon you not wearing ah?" HAHAHAH DAAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he farted very loudly today while ke ming was tuitioning me and mother told him something about how my fart is the killer type.got sound got smell one. VERY EMBARRASSING MUMMY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very happy today bought new skirt,pants and sandals from mphosis which ihave wanted all my life which was previously out of stock after being on display for 1 day and miraculously appeared agn today! but guess what they didn't have size! so the nice lady at mphosis called marina square up and they have so their gonna send it over to the tm branch. thank you nice lady at mphosis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to mother's boss's children's birthday party ytd. They are very rich so the boss hired a magcian who can do magic and balloon sculpturing and ventriliqustering thing (the puppet thing which i dunno how to spell) and he was pretty gd!heard it's 500 bucks for one half hours.hmm.well but i was entertained. So naturally her kids got really nice cakes too like the girl got a barbie one and the boy who's 1 so he won't even rmb any of this got a nemo one. OKAY I SO HAVE PHOTOS BUT STUPID LAPPY IS NOT READING MY MEMORY CARD.ggrrrr...whatever so i can't believe i went for the party anw cuz it's like some kids party and as if i got no A levels to prep for. Well at least i ate some free food and got some free balloons (helium actually.i sucked out the helium but realised that my voice cannot go minnie mouseish high cuz it's naturally low.only managed to go like donald duck high. gee that's not very high is it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mamamia tmr please please please please oh man oh man oh man!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4490625662567098603-6498792634615777859?l=saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/feeds/6498792634615777859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4490625662567098603&amp;postID=6498792634615777859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/6498792634615777859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/6498792634615777859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/2008/09/left-my-house-this-morning-with-my-dad.html' title=''/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17137026910186148456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490625662567098603.post-9066199144614297403</id><published>2008-09-11T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T08:24:44.242-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thought i would spend today pathetically at home moping around but Marc decided that we should go to Kbox so we did! (me, carolyn and marc) and we had fun! This is the cheapest i've ever paid for Kbox EVER. Bout 14.50 nett but if you're not a student then sorry! Oh and you have to be a member too. Marc signed up. Actually i also want leh Marc! But shall save the "signing up" for when i go with another group of friends with no membership.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marc you will be pleased to know that you are the first guy to completely and successful sing shan hu hai with me (conan tried and failed.) so congrats. haha we must ask more people to come next time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bak chor mee after that at 511 which really sucked. Today was the first time that i tried 511 bcm and it's really REALLY horrible. tasteless like anything. My slightly sore and uncomfortable throat didn't help. (neither did the nuggets and fries and mushroom balls at kbox) Godpa used my drinks straw to suck out the marrow out of the freaking disgusting, smelly &lt;insert&gt; tulang. For those who don't know it's some like sheep marrow thing cooked in reddish sauce that looks like coagulated blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i heard on the radio on the way to 511 that "the more people think, the fatter they get." No wonder bimbos so skinny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no wonder i so fat. (so that you all cannot say "no wonder you so skinny" because either way i will be happy=) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh reg that day i told my mum that your mum called ben and jerry's tom and jerry's but i couldn't rmb what your mum said about it so i made something up. Conversation at Giant with my mum was roughly like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fat Me: "Mum you know that day ah aunty gek poh told reg 'The fridge got a lot of ice cream. You better eat the tom and jerry's ah!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum: "Huh but why? What's wrong with the ice cream why must eat so urgently?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fat Me: "mum. that's not the point. the point is she called ben and jerry's, tom and jerry's."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum: "Yar but why what's wrong with the ice cream?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's why they sistas yo. (pun not intended)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gedit?yo.yeo.argh whatever need to pee bladder is iuwa;ur hwufh-ting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4490625662567098603-9066199144614297403?l=saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/feeds/9066199144614297403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4490625662567098603&amp;postID=9066199144614297403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/9066199144614297403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/9066199144614297403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/2008/09/thought-i-would-spend-today.html' title=''/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17137026910186148456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490625662567098603.post-3863225507954097445</id><published>2008-09-04T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T08:12:08.911-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just came out of the longest shit i ever shat since i was zero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A WHOLE half AN HOUR!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crazy shit. literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm bored studying.it's boring.i'm bored.can't get back to it esp lit it KILLS my braincells. Takes more braincells to process something than to like shit for half an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;realise that i have almost absolutely nothing to blog about because i have been at home attempting to study which doesn't quite work cuz i wake up at about 12 everyday, have breakfast, watch tv (which is a major distraction - the programs run one after another), eat lunch, laze around, finally decide to do work (3 plus till 7) then eat dinner, then tv till like 10-11 then see my mood whether i feel like hitting the books agn. oh my. i wonder if 4 hrs is enough. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of tv, i watched "The moment of truth" today which is a really awesome reality game show where the contestant sits on a chair and tells the truth!! Then apparently i think before the show they must like give some info about themselves and answer questions with a lie detector or something. So during the show, questions will be asked based on what the producer sort of knows about the contestant then the contestant must answer true or false then if it's true they win money.simple as that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but not so simple. Today's blonde contestant had the jia-latest questions i can ever think of okayy. Her husband is so divorcing her. Faster than you can say "true!"  Some of the questions are like&lt;br /&gt;"Were you in love with anyone on the day of your wedding" (Yes, true.)&lt;br /&gt;"Had you had sexual relations with other men after your marriage" (yes,true.)&lt;br /&gt;Then the ultimate was when her ex bf came up (same name as husband somemore) and asked whether "You think that you should be married to me instead." (yes, true.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is losing a relationship worth the money! It's crazy. You should have seen the poor husband's agonized face okayy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poor husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even the host was damn pissed with her and boy was he NOT making any effort to hide it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg i really have nothing to blog about alr. All hail the newly crowned no life girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4490625662567098603-3863225507954097445?l=saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/feeds/3863225507954097445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4490625662567098603&amp;postID=3863225507954097445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/3863225507954097445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/3863225507954097445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/2008/09/just-came-out-of-longest-shit-i-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17137026910186148456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490625662567098603.post-2653216559653629724</id><published>2008-08-31T06:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T06:19:14.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2mj1pmkHc/SLqYrJFBxfI/AAAAAAAAAB8/S6awUfx1vFk/s1600-h/DSCN3423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240668983337797106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2mj1pmkHc/SLqYrJFBxfI/AAAAAAAAAB8/S6awUfx1vFk/s320/DSCN3423.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guess what this is......&lt;/div&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;&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;&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240668989047607138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2mj1pmkHc/SLqYreWWj2I/AAAAAAAAACE/Zuvvx2YrilU/s320/DSCN3426.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;($17.90 aussie) - my boyfriend's sick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4490625662567098603-2653216559653629724?l=saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/feeds/2653216559653629724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4490625662567098603&amp;postID=2653216559653629724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/2653216559653629724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/2653216559653629724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/2008/08/guess-what-this-is.html' title=''/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17137026910186148456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2mj1pmkHc/SLqYrJFBxfI/AAAAAAAAAB8/S6awUfx1vFk/s72-c/DSCN3423.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490625662567098603.post-3276210643198596231</id><published>2008-08-10T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T07:58:25.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;getting abit bored of my not-very-nice-anymore blog skin. Somebody help me (again) lehh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OLPS FUNFAIR TODAY!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wasn't very fun though since by the time we reached there there was no more food alr. And we had like 120 bucks of coupons combined and i really can't think of anything better to do with that except to buy food. So we went up for mass first and then went back down to see if we could get lucky (apparently not) and all the food was goner-rer than when we first arrived so we tried to use the money to play some games. Gave like half of the coupons to Keefe cuz he said he had no coupons but what he meant was that he had already spent $50 worth of coupons that was given to him on games. But he's quite good at games la so nvm give him. Anyway what is one to do with so many coupons when there's no food to EAT? Me, Row, Mar and Ange sort of tried our hand at games and well sort of didn't want to play after like 4 games (actually have to stress that it was only mar and matt.) so we decided to dunk random people from church who we didn't know of. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh before that must mention that i met a certain someone in church just now. I'll admit that we didn't part on good terms but it happened more than 3 years ago and i think that what he did (or rather didn't do) was VERY rude. Obviously we know each other so we kinda gotta acknowledge each other's presence right and i tried not to get in his way so it won't be so awkward but unluckily enough our eyes met so i had to like act surprised and wave as though i just saw him but actually i saw him like since i stepped into church alr. HE OBVIOUSLY SAW ME WAVING AND LOOKED DOWWNN.down okay.It's very rude!!You must at least pretend to be my friend even though unpleasant things happened in the past. That is why it is CALLED the past. It's over!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wait random fact : I pee-ed only twice from like 11 in the morning till now. Is that even normal? I didn't pee the whole time i was out! Mad leh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okayy so back to the dunking machine. We wasted like dunno possibly 25 bucks trying to dunk unknown teenagers. Dunked this girl who more or less prob knew she was gonna get dunked then she still wore a white top and she was fat. Like she think after she gets dunked and come out of the water she'll become like skinny meh? It was disgusting leh i mean you wear white on purpose so that your shirt can get STUCK and CLING to every part of your super shapely body ah. I wouldn't even wear white if i were you. Then Mar chose to dunk this dry girl in red cuz her face very guai lan. She wasn't very good but at least the girl got dunked la. Haha Matt the best la..i think out of 4 he only missed one shot..then this guy asked him whether he was in army cuz he thought it was a little unfair. Then i tried once and i hit the lever thing but bo lat so she didn't go down..Before that she was damn scared cuz the other people asked me to stand nearer and she said "cannot!Her hands very long leh!" Hands long only ma. Also no muscle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since i'm on the topic of dunking machines..shall tell you what Claire said about her math tutor who is also from church.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Wonder whether humpty dumps (our family's nickname for her. I think you can alr deduce her weight and height) going to the funfair on sunday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Claire: Ya maybe she will get dunked. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Think she sit on the plank it'll prolly break into half then she'll fall in alr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Claire: No. When she fall inside the water hor the water will sppllaasshhh all the way to our house. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OLPS is in Siglap.hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why is there no pushing daisies today i am very angry!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway went to East point for Kobayashi lunch (which was really late) after the whole funfair thing and then went to TM cuz we wanted to watch Journey to the centre of the Earth but didn't because Ange had to go home for dinner and I didn't wanna watch because it apparently is not in 3D. i dunno what led me to think that it was seriously. So we went to play house of the dead 4 instead and it is really really fun. Left the peach syrup that Matt won after dunking the people in the arcade though. Very upset about it it's quite nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Marc just msged to ask why no pushing daisies.haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL ON ICE YESTERDAY!It was quite nice but "Troy" looks like the hairs on shrek's backside. really very ugly leh. and balding. and old.i know because i used binocs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bought some plastic hat cause i wanted to get in the mood..it came free with candy floss though so i had to buy the whole bag of candy floss which i didn't want just to get the hat. the candy floss cost $14.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232898688730201026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2mj1pmkHc/SJ79od9e-8I/AAAAAAAAABc/4XWtR0M_4Uo/s320/DSCN3371.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;according to claire (who tried to relate my buying of the hat to ange this morning), i bought a free hat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh according to marc, pushing daisies ended last week. Guess we both missed it. Can't rmb what i was doing last sunday. Guess i have to make do with watching like "world's craziest sports" or something. Hate these type of shows. All sprouted from candid camera. Like "world's funniest animals!", "world's greatest disasters!". god. gimme a break.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had a funny dream yesterday. I went out till late at night so matt sent me to Aunty Gek Sim's house cuz the adults were playing mj there. Then when we were just below the block, batwoman drove up in her spanking bat mobile and beckoned for matt to get on. He hopped into the mobile and i waved bye. I wasn't jealous. Felt privilleged in fact that he was her sidekick. She was blonde and had blue eyes. waahhh... Then i went up myself to the house which looked like a gambling den and called all the aunties and uncles as per normal but i just couldn't get everyone's names right. Damn frustrating even though it was a dream. Things like that always happen in dreams right like nothing seems right? Then i confidently thought this woman was aunty gek poh and i was sooo happy so i called her. She looked up and was actually aunty janice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me(annoyed): AIYA.HELLO EVEERRYYYBODY.UGH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and with that stomped into mar's room. can't rmb what happened after that cuz i think claire woke me up by suddenly hugging me and making manja noises. Apparently Godma, Godpa and her chinese tutor was at the gate asking her to open it and she was sleeping on the couch and it was too early in the morning so she refused to wake up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kids have damn weird dreams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232901947398203234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2mj1pmkHc/SJ8AmJcep2I/AAAAAAAAABk/PSP4Yyu6j5Y/s320/DSCN3367.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;me with hat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232901950392910898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2mj1pmkHc/SJ8AmUmeRDI/AAAAAAAAABs/wpRckrHaHNc/s320/DSCN3361.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;her with hat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WARNING!!THE FOLLOWING PICTURE YOU ARE ABOUT TO VIEW IS EXTREMELY GRAPHIC!VIEWER DISCRETION IS ADVISED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232901961112309762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2mj1pmkHc/SJ8Am8iLUAI/AAAAAAAAAB0/8XIZfgcJc-E/s320/DSCN3368.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;um.liz with hat.guess she wanted a piece of the fun as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/4490625662567098603-3276210643198596231?l=saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/feeds/3276210643198596231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4490625662567098603&amp;postID=3276210643198596231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/3276210643198596231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/3276210643198596231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/2008/08/getting-abit-bored-of-my-not-very-nice.html' title=''/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17137026910186148456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2mj1pmkHc/SJ79od9e-8I/AAAAAAAAABc/4XWtR0M_4Uo/s72-c/DSCN3371.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490625662567098603.post-5636637514788471001</id><published>2008-08-06T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T07:56:46.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>why is there NOTHING good on tv right now?Skeleton man has been showing since 7pm and it's now like already 1030. It's mad. What kind of show is this? Like some desperate housewife marathon or something just that there's no sex but a lot of killing. (deduced from the 1 minute that i've watched) Hell that's a lot of killing since the start of the show. Like the whole show just attempting to shoot the skeleton man who apparently cannot be shot. LIKE DUH. what kinda stupid show and concept is this? Of course he won't die la if you were made of bones i really don't think bullets would hurt much putting aside the fact that it might just travel through your "body". THEN THEY STILL KEEP SHOOTING. I think they should hold a MIRROR up in front of the bugger. Upon seeing how disgusting and inhumane he looks like, he'll prolly start plucking his bones out one by one destroying himself from within. OH FINISH ALR FINISH. yay=) silly show. Anyway i wanna sleep alr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not before i mention how Matt thought that "undergraduates" refer to people who did not graduate from secondary school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH HEEELLLLLL NO. the show is not done. apparently it was an ADVERTISEMENT. How was I to know? It played the channel 5 song! (I'm coming back hommmee, i'm coming back home to five, back home to five.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still shooting....................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway will CONTINUE my story. But too lazy to say full story. Just note that his definition is way off.haha. Another funny conversation we had ytd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Dear I want to talk to you about high school shootings cuz we were discussing it in GP class today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt: okay. But Singapore also have what!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: HUH?! Since when? Are you sure cuz Singaporeans aren't even allowed to buy and carry guns around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt: yar. Not only high schools, secondary schools also have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: HUH omg which secondary school? Are you sure? It would have  been big news by now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt: My school also have what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: (just super surprise/startled whatever whatever.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt: I wanted to join. But i too lazy to go all the way to Kallang to the shooting place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Dear i'm not talking about the cca: shooting. I'm talking about students killing other students in schools. Like virginia tech?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt: oh. ya la ya la that one i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG. haha but he's damn cute la. Keeps me sane with his ignorance. (and also makes me feel better about myself since people in school aren't very gd about making me feel smart about myself.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY NOW I'M SO SURE IT'S OVER.omg guess what their showing next week? Snakeman. Prolly ALSO where they try to shoot the snake but he doesn't die cuz it's muscles are too thick. Then maybe they'll come up with a plan to try and make it bite itself and thus die because of it's own venom. I think of Priya when i think of snakes. She looks like one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After making fun of Matt i must also include that i'm myself am not so bright thus yes, we make a great pair. Yesterday, after not coming to school on monday because of an eye infection, I photocopied my MC for Ms K in case she asked for it. So i self photocopied - happily lifted the thingy and like put my folded many times mc underneath and then close down the cover thingy. Then, the paper came out blank! So i was abit pissed that i wasted like 3 cents i think and i thought that maybe the mc was too creased and qiao so i wanted to like hold it down to make it flat...just as i was about to press the print button, Lydia said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Char! What are you doing it's supposed to face down! Your MC is facing up! No wonder your first copy came out blank la!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i thought it was too qiao and wanted to press (the blank side) down somemore. (long pause here). was trying to think of an excuse for my stupidity like "blame the radiation/ the fact that national day is around the corner" but as you can see there is no link and i cannot find an excuse for my lack of intellect. Why does lack of intellect sound harsher than stupid? Stupidity then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4490625662567098603-5636637514788471001?l=saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/feeds/5636637514788471001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4490625662567098603&amp;postID=5636637514788471001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/5636637514788471001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/5636637514788471001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/2008/08/why-is-there-nothing-good-on-tv-right.html' title=''/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17137026910186148456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490625662567098603.post-8214525096480453223</id><published>2008-08-03T06:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T07:32:43.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY 18TH BIRTHDAY PRIYAAAA!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's was Priya's pre birthday dinner on Friday so me,Sandhya,Linette,Jo-Lynn,Yee Ling Joyce and of course Priya went to Indulgez to try their food!It wasn't as big as i expected it to be. It was also not as bright as i thought it would. Xiaxue can photoshop very well. The food i found was so-so la..not super fine dining like i'd expected it to be so it felt that maybe it was abit not very worth it for the price but I have to admit that the Bailey's thick shake was damn good. Here's like 2 quite blur photos taken with the camera that is driving me mad crazy alr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230288060275706114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2mj1pmkHc/SJW3R5GzSQI/AAAAAAAAAAs/TgIRcZU5Mag/s320/DSCN3346.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Forgot to off the flash. Therefore I am the angelic light.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230288066626553442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2mj1pmkHc/SJW3SQw9hmI/AAAAAAAAAA0/vNqGq0OuGNM/s320/DSCN3348.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Tried again without flash. But picture blurred. ppfftt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230288074440387298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2mj1pmkHc/SJW3St37KuI/AAAAAAAAAA8/RJ02ewobFkk/s320/DSCN3351.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;This is clear cuz it's taken by Sandhya! But my arms so fat. Can like belly dance with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner we went to shisha at some place at Arab street and i feel quite sad that i lost my "totally red lung" virginity cuz i'm proud to say that i've smoked a cigarette in my life!!But Shisha has like nicotine in it apparently so =( okayy i'm very very disappointed at myself now...Maybe i should cough all the black stuff out..but the shisha liquid was a pretty green=( (supposedly mix berries)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230288075207479042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2mj1pmkHc/SJW3Swu0DwI/AAAAAAAAABE/NAn9rjG1T9s/s320/DSCN3352.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Carolyn at her first attempt at Shisha too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230288082711512306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2mj1pmkHc/SJW3TMr6hPI/AAAAAAAAABM/v_vKRH4mqvo/s320/DSCN3353.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Birthday girl at Shisha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230290575952455138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2mj1pmkHc/SJW5kUu4JeI/AAAAAAAAABU/uagZOyBQMoA/s320/DSCN3354.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Me Shisha-ing. Note that there's no smoke covering my face and stuff. That's cause Priya is a bad photog and couldn't catch the smoke in time. At least 3 attempts and my throat was dry and was hurting so I gave up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OMG SUPER PISSED AT SUPER CB TAXI DRIVERS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was around like 11:10 or something and i couldn't get a freaking cab because they all decided to like be in cahoots with each other and all turn *red "hired" *red at the same time!or like *red "busy" *red. And there's so obvious got no one inside la! I know hungry ghost festival but STILL. Their HUNGRY for FOOD. Not like for a taxi tour around Singapore. SO PURPOSELY OKAYY. Just waiting for like 1130 before they can start charging stupid midnight surcharges. It doesn't make sense cuz you have like 20 mins to send me somewhere which is more than enough time and i only need to get to like what clarke quay which is 10 mins away?GOD.so annoying. I mean like after you send me then you can pick someone else up and still charge extra surcharge right? You cabbies need to learn some econs man! It's like opprtunity cost lost man! You know the type of cost you incur when you lose an opportunity? (just can't rmb exact definition now) GOSH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't feel like going to school tml and i have mild sore eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHA i'm watching incredible tales and this man is gng back to some haunted house cuz he dropped his phone there in the afternoon..so he goes "phone phone phone..if I were a phone where would I be?" hahahahaha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now he just fell into the 1970's and is living with 1970's people. This is like not some ghost show la damn sweet. He fell in love with the 1970's girl. And he's damn cute. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pushing Daisies nnnooowwww.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/4490625662567098603-8214525096480453223?l=saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/feeds/8214525096480453223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4490625662567098603&amp;postID=8214525096480453223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/8214525096480453223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/8214525096480453223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-18th-birthday-priyaaaa-its-was.html' title=''/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17137026910186148456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2mj1pmkHc/SJW3R5GzSQI/AAAAAAAAAAs/TgIRcZU5Mag/s72-c/DSCN3346.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490625662567098603.post-5811316295724403817</id><published>2008-07-27T02:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T03:25:25.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FINALLY caught Batman today and i was actually a little lost in the plot!Not very clear about it so someone please enlighten me..just very angry that the girl died although she was really not all that hot stuff and she seems to be..she looks damn old and damn bad like the skin on her face is soooo loose and wrinkly!I thought stars go for plastic surgery all the time and that it was like a natural (no pun intended) process for them or something...JUST UPSET that batman had to like..i dunno be the outcast or something..it's just not fair..okayy whatever enough.I have to stop being so affected by the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next upsetting thing: One of my favourite shacks at Seletar Air Base is like fast expanding!I used to like to go there precisely because it was ulu and not so crowded but it's crazy now! Their doing reconstrcution works to like the roads inside to like i dunno make it the new Dempsey or something AND THAT STUPID SSTUUPIID makan sutra guy had to go down there to review the food. It was so crowded ytd i thought i had to wait for a seat. And was very annoyed at that fact. Buzz off my spot people. The food sucks and it's located too deep in and you might have grizzly bears popping out of the bush and mulling your car around. And then an aeroplane might unluckily conduct an emergency landing exercise on your GIRLFRIENDS.ha.okayy i'm just talking rubbish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another upsetting point: SOMEONE JUMPED DOWN NEAR MY HOUSE AGAIN. In fact not just NEAR my house but opposite my kitchen. At the freaking playground! The one happy place where kids play and scream and shout and sweat and be happy has now turned into a spot of sadness and hauntedness. I saw her shorts. It was a light blue hawaiin print. Matthias insisted on looking at her face and all but she was facing down and i really don't think anyone would have wanted to look at her face. So here's what happened according to my k-po 8 floor neighbour: He heard a loud thud but not so loud since she is quite slim and so he looked down and saw a man wailing and crying and hugging her. Probably super grieved. My guess is that he was probably persuading her not to jump but she did anyway. And the most terrifying thing is that the place where she landed is surrounded by like metal seats and like some wooden canopy thingy and she landed right in the middle of all that shit! How lucky can she get? And it wasn't even like a 180 degree fall of anything she obviously lept out the staircase ledge. And ya it wasn't even from her own house but from like the staircase there okay!! Wth so selfish! I'm sorry but the feelings i have towards her right now is HARDLY pity. Guess i just don't understand the problems of the adult world yet. BUT GUESS WHAT. She had a husband and two young kids and her husband often played badminton and stuff with their kids! My family speculates that perhaps her husband cheated on her but still! Think about your kids man! It's just crazy! Your leaving a permanent scar which will be imprinted on their young lives all through their old lives! What other problems..money?health? I'm sure these things can be worked out eventually and if it's like health like cancer or whatever, it's god's will to take your live away but it's definately not up to you to decide. I'm really angry. But i don't think i'm heartless for being so harsh towards miss hawaii pants. What's heartless is her leaving behind her children and husband who will probably live in regret all his life even if he was cheating on her. I sure hope he doesn't jump down as well. Btw claire doesn't know about this cuz we don't wanna scare her since she's alr having trouble sleeping in her room (which is directly facing the stupid playground) so don't mention it in front of her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never EVER give up my life like that not EVER. And I sure hope that none of you will ever think that this is a way to solve your problems. You know how characters in dramas always say like oh "Suicide won't solve your problems but will cause more pain for those living." Now i truly believe it. Even though i didn't see her husband wail, i heard a description of it and my neighbour isn't too good in english so since i managed to feel what he was describing, it must have been pretty damn painful. And i saw the family mourning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE SUICIDERS.but i'll still pray for her soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i feel bad. after she come and haunt me. argh. but i was just being honest what=(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4490625662567098603-5811316295724403817?l=saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/feeds/5811316295724403817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4490625662567098603&amp;postID=5811316295724403817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/5811316295724403817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/5811316295724403817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/2008/07/finally-caught-batman-today-and-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17137026910186148456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490625662567098603.post-8380636143097370865</id><published>2008-07-18T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T08:24:56.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FINALLY met up with G.A.Y today after like so long!Just missing out Sheryl and Jocelyn but i would say that the 8 of us still had fun=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the famous Joo Chiat crabs place to eat pepper crab which i found was a tad bit too sweet for my liking..abit too buttery also which i didn't like so i have really no idea what makes their crab so delicious that people can queue so long for it it's crazy. Lucky, we being smart people planned to reach there at bout 530 (of course i was late but almost everyone arrived at bout 550 anws) so there were seats for us when we arrived! Okay i think like the ordering aunty was abit pissed off at us though cuz we kept talking super loudly (but coffeeshop what.) and kept refusing to listen to her when she asked to take our orders. As in we didn;t ignore her la but some were having their own convos so it was hard to like get everyone to listen to aunty crabby and decide on the dishes. Eventually settled for kangkong, tofu and lemon chicken (which really weren't tt great either honestly.) and of course 3 crabs which only 5 of us ate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it the food was really not nice leh. I'm not going back there to eat ever again. But it was quite funny to see like so many people queueing up and anxiously looking over their shoulder to see if people were leaving alr..Tian wanted to wave the crab pincers at them. Horrible girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't know so many gayers were afraid of cats.haha so loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learnt that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Amanda is a little cripple and is a good mangosteen peeler (went opp for durians which i do not eat and mangosteen) so even if she loses her leg also nvm cuz she peels with her hands. She also is a kind hearted soul who hates seeing her friends get raped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Amelia is a very unglam durian eater. Like as if she's a scavanger, animalistic thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Andrea is on the contrary quite a glam durian and crab eater but is sadly gng back to aus soon=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Clare is embarrassing and laughs very loudly at other embarrassing (loser) people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Shermin is with the track and field captain of tjc and likes to poke squishy crab eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Tian likes to PULL DOWN PEOPLES SHORTS IN PUBLIC and is terrified of B*******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Xian is still very quiet and abit air headed for assuming angrily/sadly that the aunty drinks took away her can of green tea when it was in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Me stupid. Didn't know the can of drink was in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK i don't wanna have to smell durians agn at least for the rest of this wk cuz i've been smelling it almost everyday. Hate the durian season. It should STOP. people obviously don't like it that's why there are only 4 seasons- summer/spring.autumn/winter. Got durian season? NO RIGHT? balik kampong to m'sia la durians. Haha random thought - wouldn't it be quite funny if there WAS  a durian season and durians started falling from the sky? THEN EVERYONE would be helter skelter and running around to dodge durians like those type of computer games where you hafta dodge like ice cream of whatever being thrown in your way. ANYWAY a very very VERY big question has been on my mind the whole of today and none have given me a good enough answer..that is: If you fall on a durian (like chinese show then it's on the floor and just nice near your heart there when you fall to the ground), will one like die?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAN 57 KILLED. FELL ON GOOD QUALITY (whatever maoshan xo)DURIAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funnier then GIRL 17, BROKE TOE WHILE WATCHING TV.&lt;br /&gt;yes loser girl.you.haha=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4490625662567098603-8380636143097370865?l=saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/feeds/8380636143097370865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4490625662567098603&amp;postID=8380636143097370865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/8380636143097370865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/8380636143097370865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/2008/07/finally-met-up-with-g.html' title=''/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17137026910186148456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490625662567098603.post-770974054685155941</id><published>2008-07-11T13:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T13:50:19.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's 430 and i'm super sleepy so i'm gna be off to bed soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i'm still not totally back into like the whole school ciriculum thingy but i will soon be!you know what i actually enjoy like "exam mode" more lor. At least there's time to like really sit down and study. Unlike normal school days where we go to school and waste a hell lot of time mostly when our lit teachers are not in school. Just don't think it's very fair that some teachers are often not around and we hafta have extra lessons to make up for it. Lessons were IN the ciriculum time for a reason. Then again, JC like got no fixed ciriculum timing so whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway quite happy with the fruits of my labour. Realised that if you study, there will definately be some results to reap so i will definately labour somemore. The word labour suddenly reminds me of the kids song "planting riceis never fun....tcannot stand and cannot sit..cannot rest a little bit!" Okayy anyway i like passed math yes thank goodness if not Ke Ming would have killed me and my mother would have killed him. Must find a way to really brush up on all the topics so i can eventually get my A for math (currently only at E but hey it's a start?). Got D for econs paper 2 which is the essays section..super happy because i never pass econs in my life i swear except like promos but that one not even counted. just not counted. Like the first essay i got 6/25 then it was like the first page somemore so after i saw that i didn't wanna see the other 2 essays alr.BUT OH IT GOT BETTER.=) like 12/25 and 20/25!! Shell shocked. I never knew i was even capable of writing an essay above 15.haha then i read that 20 mark essay and i thought it was quite funny cuz i sounded like i was talking to my friend or something. Maybe that is the trick la. Act all chummy with the marker then he'll feel like some kinda connection with you or something..BUT this is only paper 2..have a super great feeling tt i didn't do as well for paper 1 therefore it'll definately pull my grades down. Hope i'll at least be able to retain an E? Lit will prolly take ages to come back and i'm not super keen on finding out lit results also. Quite excited for history cuz i wrote alot but history is my "study also cannot" subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i really sound like a nerd. But you know what if that is what it takes to get me some good set of grades i am super willing to be like that until it's over. It's not like it's that long a time also..time is just moving like damn fast maybe..But somehow now i can' really go back to nerd mode lehh..it's like the "after exams relax" attitude even though thre is still prelims and like the real thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone help me cross back over. Being a not nerd is not really that fun when you are worried about how to become a nerd back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okayy boring school stuff aside..2 nights ago claire was being a pest and pestering me and liz to play monopoly with her but i like didn't want cuz i was gonna slp alr and liz had stomach pain..so she kept pestering liz like crazy..like "i wanna play i wanna play iwannaplayiwannaplayiwannaplay......". And it goes on. Longer than the great wall of china. Just whining and whining like a Claire then she finally decided to change tatic and like cry. She was so irritating that my mum was awoken from her slumber and came into my room to investigate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum: Why what happen? Why she crying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claire: wweeehhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: She wanna play monopoly la then nobody wanna play with her cuz it's 11 alr and liz got stomach ache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claire: I SOB WANT SOB TO SOB PLAY SOB SOB PAUSE. (some unidentifiable words.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum: Mei don't be mad ah Mei. So late alr play what monopoly? Go and sleep already tmr got school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claire: *repeats line above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum: YOU BETTER STOP IT AH GIRL YOU WANT ME TO TAKE CANE? i take cane!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claire: *runs into her own room (which is quite miraculous cuz it was all dark and she is scared of her room cuz sh recently saw her reflection on her book shelf which doesn't have a reflective surface, smiling at her.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also holds her heart/chest and starts crying very weirdly like a tikitikibombom (an animal that cries like claire when she holds her heart) like as if she's experiencing a mild(?) heart attack. Like gasping for air. Like a drowning giraffe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claire: I *inhales/gasps HAVE *inhales/gasps ASTHMA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum: EH WHAT'S WRONG WITH HER (alr in utter panick.) LIZ WHAT YOU DO TO HER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liz: I never la. *laughs She bluff la..cuz she don't want you to cane her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum: You STOP AH.WANT ME TO BRING YOU TO THE HOSPITAL?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claire: *asthma instantly fades. doonnn'ttt waaannntt =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum: YOU MAD AH YOU FORCE YOURSELF FOR WHAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hha SUPER FUNNY. the whole time i was just standing at the side like giggling cuz it's just super funny!you must see how claire act like damn cannot breathe then my mother's panick face..walao both their facial expressions add together can like win like some expressions voucher alr lor. (ok tt was super lame sry.i take it back.but i'm not deleting it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must be her friend teach her one. like "eh claire if your mummy beat you you just pretend you have asthma then she will love you and hug you and don't hit you anymore cuz she scared you die."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERYBODY.NOW CLAIRE HAS A NEW NAME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you and I both know what it is.haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see you tmr cousins for dinner and shopping!!=D nights.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4490625662567098603-770974054685155941?l=saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/feeds/770974054685155941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4490625662567098603&amp;postID=770974054685155941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/770974054685155941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/770974054685155941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-430-and-im-super-sleepy-so-im-gna.html' title=''/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17137026910186148456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490625662567098603.post-878890840854638139</id><published>2008-07-06T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T10:18:48.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>firstly i'd like to congratulate myself on blogging like twice the entries as compared to my previous blog! Which officially makes this the most posts in one blog ever!!! woohooohyeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UHUH so today is the unluckiest day is recent days. (aren't you glad it isn't another disgusting eposide-filled embarrassing day?) I don't really understand why cuz I was wearing a red belt, new red wedges which screamed murder and i even have red toenails! Hate chinese. Everything they say about red bringing gd luck is apparently not true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i happily left my house ready to show the world my new height with my new shoes ( i was actually freakishly tall it was quite scary. Like stilt woman.) but i was as usual gng to be late for mass (as in not late ah but not enough time to take bus. take cab just on time. i say this cuz i know godma alice will see this then later she scold me.) ANW, i was happily flagging for a cab but none was coming so i decided to cross the road and flag from the opp side since both sides also can go. However this opp side was so not shady as compared to the other side okayy. It was blazing hot and still, there were no cabs. I was super fed up so i decided to increase my chances by standing  at the partition so i can grab a cab from either sides..but when i was looking at one side, an empty cab would come cruising along on the opp side WHICH I WON'T NOTICE UNTIL IT PASSES BY. cheeeeeetot. AND IT KEPT HAPPENING! And when i finally caught a cab and tried to flag it down, the motherfucka would just like blatantly ignore me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either 1) I just looked too freakishly tall like some freak show and they purposely don't wanna pick me up cuz they scared i make a hole in their stupid blue/yellow/light green roof. MY HEAD LOOK SO SHARP MEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Simple. They don't stop at traffic lights which is the partition that i was standing at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope it's 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAYY SO IT WAS GETTING REALLY HOT AND MY ARMPITS WERE LIKE SWIMMING IN MY SWEAT so i decided, hell, just cross back to the shady side la. And i DID. I stood on the grass there and tried to flag and then felt as if i had a fly on my leg buzzing around like a buzzing fly. I tried to shoo it but it wouldn't go away. YOU KNOW WHY? CUZ IT WASN'T A FLY! It had no freaking buzzing wings cuz it was AN ANT. MANNNYYY DOZENS OF RED ANTS CRAWLING UP MY LLLLEEGGGGGGGSSSSS. cheebye you should have seen my face. I was so afraid that they would bite but at least they didn't. If not i would have farted in the hole of their nest which would diffuse all the way to the mother fucking queen ant who would be prolly laying red ant babies and would corrode at the scent of my fart. Then all the arts will be so sad that their queen ant died and would cry and flood the nest and then ALL DROWN AND DIE.hahahahahahah!!!or they would just attack me more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway i bravely swatted and kutti-ed all the ants off my legs and very angrily squashed a few of the fat juicy things with my HEELS. Told you they screamed murder. literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say i regreted my actions later. I had red ant residue on the base of my shoe. ew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then decided that i had enough and would go for the later mass instead so i walked over to the bus stop to take a bus. By that time i was alr all angry (understatement) and sweaty (also understatement) so you wouldn't think that the bus would also be mean to me and not come right? BUT OOOHHHH IT DID. 2 busses somemore i cn take. NONE CAME. I was dead pissed alr la so i walked home to freshen up cuz i felt so sticky and HOT. Then walked back to the bus stop and waited for another..um.. ETERNITY for the bus, hopped on and went to church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear Ke Ming is ferrying me everywhere after he gets his car. And i mean eveyrwhere. Even though he lives in Woodlands. It can be done ppl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just struck me. I wasn't wearing red underwear. NO WONDER LA! incomplete set. CHEH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4490625662567098603-878890840854638139?l=saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/feeds/878890840854638139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4490625662567098603&amp;postID=878890840854638139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/878890840854638139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/878890840854638139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/2008/07/firstly-id-like-to-congratulate-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17137026910186148456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490625662567098603.post-9099837856667326192</id><published>2008-07-04T03:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T03:58:20.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I WATCHED HANCOCK TODAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a pretty nice movie like the story line is interesting. (ew i smell salmon liz is frying salmon for mother yuck!curse the mother fugly fish. so ugly and smelly no wonder their extincting.) So ya apart from the not your typical story line of a normal superhero, it's also pretty touching but i didn't cry as much la so it may not be that touching for most of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also a not bad twist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlize Theron is hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looks like this other not so famous actress but i just CANNOT put my finger on what serial she acts in. She is also a hot mother. argh hate it when i can't rmb. Maybe it was a movie. Maybe it was her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG OMG I KNOW ALR. Looks like the Heros woman with the split personality and the black kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claire is back. Shit. She is talking so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was blah today kinda like no lessons it was college funfair day! The haunted house so cheap 3 bucks=) but like not as scary as like ACJC's open house which had like the scariest haunted house ever. Super well done. But ya it was the fun of going in with classmates la..like 9 of us i think. Haha i just like the rush of going in and screaming and laughing at the same time and coming out super breathless and tired. You know what i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Sheena after school to watch the movie and then went to Pasir Ris park to feed horses! Haha so cute leh they have like big yellow teeth but they don't bite. We both bought food but i ended up feeding them by myself cuz SHEENA WAS CHICKEN SHIT. Just because the horses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Had teeth&lt;br /&gt;2.Had flies around it and in it's eye (it wasn't irritated so amazing right!)&lt;br /&gt;3.Snorted which made it's nostrils vibrate (the fly probably flew in)&lt;br /&gt;4.Had a black dick which was chunky and limp. Like a lump of flesh. (Sheena: Why the dick black ah? Are all their dicks like black?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well honestly i do not know. But it is possible since the white horse had a light black (there are diff shades to black) dick with some pink spots (syphillis!) on it. At least white humans have white dicks (i think.do they?). So i conclude that all horses have black dicks. Claire thought it was shit last time lor. "Jie jie see the horse the shit so BIIGG leh!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anw the horses were friendly and they don't bite which is pretty weird cuz i wonder how they eat the stuff from human hands. Like as if they just use their lips to pull the food into their mouths. Can you imagine us like using our lips to get food off the spoon without like seperating our teeth? Try it. Now. I just did. No wonder horses look the way they do when they eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hate kay kay for life. She insulted my intelligence (which exists) once agn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I didn't think that i was supposed to report to you this morning since we start at 9pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay kay: I think the main phrase here is " DIDN'T THINK"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meanie=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuition tml! Ke Ming is finally coming back with my Taiwan presents! Okay bye=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4490625662567098603-9099837856667326192?l=saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/feeds/9099837856667326192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4490625662567098603&amp;postID=9099837856667326192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/9099837856667326192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/9099837856667326192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-watched-hancock-today-its-pretty-nice.html' title=''/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17137026910186148456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490625662567098603.post-8853777232984637465</id><published>2008-06-30T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T09:41:50.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just had a funny conversation with matt on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;background: Matt is angry at this korean living in s'pore guy who said "Ask you ITE bf come and find me la" mistaking him for assuming that ITE are stupid. I told him that people are more under the impression that ITE people are gangsters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Char: He is not trying to say you are stupid la. Just saying you are strong ma can whack him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt: No i don't care you tell me now where is he from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Char: He's Korean lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt: I don't care. I will send him a Hiroshima bomb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Char: Dear..like Hiroshima is in Japan. Japan, Korea, not the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i thought my geography was bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: that guy is not after me or anything i've nv even spoken to him before so don't misunderstand. You can ask me for more details. GOODNIGHT WORLD. The stars call.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4490625662567098603-8853777232984637465?l=saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/feeds/8853777232984637465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4490625662567098603&amp;postID=8853777232984637465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/8853777232984637465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/8853777232984637465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/2008/06/just-had-funny-conversation-with-matt.html' title=''/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17137026910186148456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490625662567098603.post-8022875227621325849</id><published>2008-06-27T03:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T04:12:48.204-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this day is going down in "char's paiseh days" history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very happy to have finally completed like all the double papers on one day day so i happily went to pee after econs paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the events following this can be quite descriptive therefore causing you to feel uncomfortable and disturbed. A mature audience is advised..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i went into the toilet and found that there was this girl standing in line although you can't really call it a line since there's only one girl. okay so she was standing in dot. I didn't know if she wanted to pee too but i assumed not since there was an empty cubicle and she wasn't holding any toilet paper which is a sign of like wanting to pee since you prolly need toilet paper to dab the moistness. So i just walked right in and locked the door..the kind where you like turn the flap. dunno how to describe. Like public toilets also have that type la. So anyway the flap was abit lose so like whatever right cuz i was super urgent so it didn't exactly lock very well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i was half squatting as in not on the toilet seat i hate ppl squatting on toilet seats but it's the position between half standing and sitting kind. Not because i like to but because there was a dot of unrine on the seat which was quite white. Cunning drop of pee. I wouldn't have noticed it if i didn't inspect further. The owner of the pee must drink alot of water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there i was minding my own business sorta looking down to make sure that my pee was behaving and going in one direction. So caught up in my present task that i totally didn't notice someone opened my freaking door. Like that mother of all pok poks (how apt) must have pushed it really hard or something. Or maybe the door opened by itself and she helped herself in. Well i didn't know until i heard someone say "OH I'M SORRY." I was like huh? sorry for what? then i realised my situation. God. I'm having my menses. Very heavy flow. The poor girl..i didn't even see her face actually cuz by the time i looked up she backed out. So like when i got out i hurriedly washed my hands cuz there were a thousand and one ppl in the toilet and i didn't know which one was "peek a boo" girl. Then i just ran out. HOpe i nv hafta see her agn..which is impossible..and she will know me and tell her friends that i'm the menses girl who looks at her pee when she pees in a half squat girl. GOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel quite bad for her also actually. It's worse than looking at like,  a man playing with a barney plushie. Actually that is not disgusting la it's quite funny. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But maybe she was the owner of the white pee droplet. Then she deserved it. It's called Karma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to dinner now! Kunfu Panda with mum and sis later.can't wait=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4490625662567098603-8022875227621325849?l=saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/feeds/8022875227621325849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4490625662567098603&amp;postID=8022875227621325849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/8022875227621325849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/8022875227621325849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/2008/06/this-day-is-going-down-in-chars-paiseh.html' title=''/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17137026910186148456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490625662567098603.post-4831352123436499979</id><published>2008-06-20T11:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T11:51:47.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WILD WILD WET TODAY WITH FAMILY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The initial plan was just like my family but then i decided to ask cousins along also or else it might have been abit boring. And yes they came! So it was family, Row, Ange and Shawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summary: i guess we had fun but the water is saltier than before and i don't really wanna know why. Although we have come to the conclusion that it could possibly be cuz of tau yew. I kinda washed my tau yew hands (from the chicken rice stall) into the water cuz well it was easier than walking to the toilet. Also discovered that i have incredibly racist cousins and i'm appalled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing interesting..no cuties la just this cute little boy that i sorta wanted to kidnap who kinda swam away when i said hi. Sometimes i possess too much charm i dunno what to do with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. Also discovered how children-nists me and row are..quite disgusting la but the world is unfair right...so here goes the story....&lt;br /&gt;A cute little boy boy is waiting at the side of the slide (yes we were at the children's slide there so what.can slide better than the big one lor the big one always get stuck.) while we're standing in front of it so we're like "oh you go first nvm nvm". Then after the cute cute we wanna slide alr right..then this like fat obnoxious (it was his disposition i tell you) boy comes and "excuse me" then slide then me and row are like "not shy.".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okayy la maybe it's just cuz he was ruder than the cute boy boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to the "stuck on slide" story..i was TOTALLY stuck on the yellow slidey thing. Like my entire journey down i was using my legs to propel myself okay. I sit also cannot move. Lie down with my hands across my chest like on the instruction board ALSO CANNOT. So like just using my legs to move like super tiring..it cramped by the time i got to the bottom. The good part is that people are not allowed to go until the person before has reached the bottom so no one could have kicked my back to push me forth. Then again it's pretty bad cuz the lifeguard monitoring from the top has like full view of you struggling like an idiot who's too heavy/not slippery enough/not a-line body like dolphin to go with the damn not working and gu niang flow. I mean the rush of water is really not powerful la..if it's meant for kids okayy la cuz i swear shawn went down faster than i say "shawn went down" but it's for adults!Like the kids have their own slides alr! And the adults like me are pretty meaty you know..with weird bulges here and there all. The worse part was that i was smiling and laughing like an IDIOT to myself on the way down cuz it was just so amusing that it's a SLIDE but i just couldn't SLIDE down like i was meant to. Then she sure can see lor the lifegaurd. Sure laugh lor. I would if i were her and then like walkie talkie the lifegaurd below to prepare a banner which reads loser and gather some people at the bottom and wave it around when i reach the bottom. Add some confetti as well. Trust me. Enough time to prepare everything lor before i reach the pool. Can even hand sew my name below "loser".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okayy i'm tired, burnt and tired..will prolly hibernate till 2 tml where once i wake up i will start studying like mad like how hibernating animals wake up and collect nuts or whatever post-hibernating things they busily collect after that. Eh actually that happends before hibernation leh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiya tired la goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4490625662567098603-4831352123436499979?l=saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/feeds/4831352123436499979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4490625662567098603&amp;postID=4831352123436499979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/4831352123436499979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/4831352123436499979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/2008/06/wild-wild-wet-today-with-family-initial.html' title=''/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17137026910186148456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490625662567098603.post-3286326951914836351</id><published>2008-06-09T22:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T22:13:55.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'msotiredi'msotiredi'msotiredi'msotired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh it looks like a chunk of spanish words or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;renee's and rachel's birthday on board this awesome big yahct ytd.it was more like a ship.haha..well i'm tired now but i've got tuition soon so i'd better take a short (have a funny feeling about this word.as if the opposite is about to happen)nap first goodnight world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: just kidding bout the previous post it was just a joke.haha=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4490625662567098603-3286326951914836351?l=saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/feeds/3286326951914836351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4490625662567098603&amp;postID=3286326951914836351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/3286326951914836351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/3286326951914836351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/2008/06/imsotiredimsotiredimsotiredimsotired.html' title=''/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17137026910186148456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490625662567098603.post-9058706582564786442</id><published>2008-06-07T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T09:23:19.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BLOOD IS NOT THICKER THAN WATER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cousins for what huh FOR WHAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just there to smell my fart (it rhymes).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;always exclude me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and point to note people : if you're really not happy with something or you don't like it just tell me.don't like lie and act all lie-y about it. I HATE. JUST. BYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4490625662567098603-9058706582564786442?l=saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/feeds/9058706582564786442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4490625662567098603&amp;postID=9058706582564786442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/9058706582564786442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/9058706582564786442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/2008/06/blood-is-not-thicker-than-water.html' title=''/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17137026910186148456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490625662567098603.post-4486806983382864805</id><published>2008-05-31T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T10:49:21.842-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Today is such a pissy day. I've not studied much the whole of today. Tuition is not exactly counted since i was half asleep when he was teaching and stuff which is quite cool cuz i could sorta do things on autopilot.haha.But other than that i didn't study and practically wasted my whole day by sleeping the afternoon away and going to Mar's house for dinner and stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Claire is gone. She is leaving for hongkong at 4 in the morning which is soon. I'll miss her so much the house will be so quiet without her and i'll be the sole target for attack for my mum. great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of which she totally pissed me off just now. Sometimes it's cute if your mother has child like qualities but it's not cute when it's so childish and stupid. My main motive for going over to the house was to see my sister before she left since she was alr there when i was sleeping so i actually wanted to come home and study after dinner and stuff. But my mum decided that she wanted to play Mahjong so i think she told my dad and my dad said that i wanted to go home to study. I dunno if he really meant it or whether he didn't want to stay there and wait for her play also thus using me as an excuse. anyways, my mum like came to me to indirectly (quite directly) ask me to tell my dad that i didn't want to study so that she could play MJ. So i went to my dad and said that she was using me as her pawn and he just said "If you wanna go home and study then let's go"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;then i mean like wth suddenly i'm caught like in this stupid web of shit. I mean i didn't wanna be selfish. If my mum really wanted to play then play lor i guess i could sacrifice some studying time but then i think she is also being quite selfish what and if you weigh the 2 it's like studies VS personal interest so obviously studies will outweigh everything right. Then i just said i dunno and anything and walked back into Mar's room. After awhile my mum came in, gave me the black face, like macham use permanent zebra marker and colour like that and said very buay songly "you want to go home and study daddy send you home first later he come and pick me." without even looking me in the eye and diaoing me on the way out. thanks ah mum. God is so childlike.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Claire is gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My dad thinks she's grumpy cuz Claire is gone. Which makes sense but doesn't quite give her the right to be so nehneh. Everyone's upset that Claire's not around what.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm also angry at Matt who told me he was watching KungFu panda which i found out is not even opened in cinemas. So instead he changed his story to "Sorry wrong movie, i'm watching Narnia." Like dude, Lions and Pandas are kinda different like for example - everything about them. However i see a similarity that links both animals to you - endangered. You life is endangered once you get back from walking back from TM to home. And soon to be EXTINCT. Think you live across TM ah. Think you have such a long life to live? Think you are so romantic ah take a long stroll in the night sky full of non existent stars. ALONE. you get raped i laugh. Then again i don't think someone who looks like a panda-lion would get raped. Maybe by another fellow panda-lion species. Okayy i'm so bad now but i'm angry and i'm entitled to it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay great now there's a woman on tv who is laughing like a fuck. so irritating. hate voiceovers. They tend to sound more irritating than the actual voice. For example Ah wang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Claire loves Ah Wang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think i'm banning him from any form of night life. Only i can. See the world at night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway i haven't deicded what i want from HongKong yet.(ironically some hongkong movie is on channel 8 now) Suggestions please cuz i really can't think of anything else except food esp dimsum which apparently cannot be dao bao-ed. i have no idea why. like as if if Claire throws a siew mai at the airport people it'll explode and burst into like shreds of lean pork and strangle everyone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha. Claire, the Siew Mai terrorist. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206600364125967378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2mj1pmkHc/SEGPcgcl1BI/AAAAAAAAAAk/9HS1EYWJHv0/s320/DSCN3183.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4490625662567098603-4486806983382864805?l=saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/feeds/4486806983382864805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4490625662567098603&amp;postID=4486806983382864805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/4486806983382864805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/4486806983382864805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/2008/05/today-is-such-pissy-day.html' title=''/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17137026910186148456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2mj1pmkHc/SEGPcgcl1BI/AAAAAAAAAAk/9HS1EYWJHv0/s72-c/DSCN3183.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490625662567098603.post-8393393594032839197</id><published>2008-05-26T08:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T09:10:54.102-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yo momma so...</title><content type='html'>okayy right now row reg and I are having this like msn conference thingy and we're trying to come up with yo momma jokes which are relative funny. Examples of which:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me - 1."Your momma's so ugly that when she wanted to take a photo even the auto face detector couldn't detect her face and displayed "please show face instead of butt" (eh my own joke leh!i come up myself one!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Row - 2."Your momma's so fat that when the aliens landed on her, they went . " OH ITS ANOTHER PLANET !! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then came the relatively unfunier ones. More specifically the ones from REG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reg - 1. "your momma's so fat that when everytime she wants to wear something, her clothes'll tear, so she can't go out"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eerrrr...and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[c=1]REGINA[/c] [c=4]♥[/c] says:&lt;br /&gt;your momma's so fat that when she takes a picture with a 100 people, the camera man only sees her&lt;br /&gt;[c=1]REGINA[/c] [c=4]♥[/c] says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL -.-&lt;br /&gt;*llgoddessll__ &lt;3 [excuse me, you forgot to switch your feelings on.] says:&lt;br /&gt;but you can't take with 100 ppl&lt;br /&gt;[c=1]REGINA[/c] [c=4]♥[/c] says:&lt;br /&gt;fine , 10 people then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THIS IS WHY REG IS ALWAYS ON THE WRONG CHANNEL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;part 2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would like to complain about my dinner today which also totally brings out the cuteness of my baby. So we went to try out this place called 18 chefs at Eastpoint which is mainly run by ex offenders and were apparently trained by Jamie Oliver! And for that the food is not like really overpriced..i guess..since they have this student meal thingy which is 5.90 consisting of your main course (baked rice or pasta- your choice of sauce and ingredient), ice lemon tea and an ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOWEVER, you have to order it yourself. Somewhat like cartel where you fill your orders up on a form but this is a tad bit more complicating. Okay so for you ingredients you can only choose like chicken sausage or mushroom (cuz cheapest ingredient ma) but you can like pay extra to "upgrade" your ingredient to minced beef or whatever and you can also top up ingredients so you can have more than one ingredient in your dish ALL AT AN EXTRA COST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Matthias happily fills up the form for himself and thinks he's doing a favour by filling in for me as well (thanks alot.) and puts down the letters BJ, "B" standing for my first ingredient and "J" standing for the additional. And we laugh and joke about how i like BJ (i dont ah pls ah.ben and jerry's yes.whatever else your thinking no unless it tastes like ice cream with chocolate fudge chunks and caramel swirls in it.) but when my food comes it looks as WRONG AS EVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently "B" stood for chicken SLICES, not chicken SAUSAGES which means that i alr hafta pay 8.90 for my set and my additional ingredient is guess what. MUSHROOM. so another additional 1.50. Walao. Somemore i didn't want chicken slices lor. And even if i did can put mushroom as the basic ingredient then still pay 5.90 and only an extra like what 2 plus for chicken slices. cheater leh. somemore the cashier ppl never check to see make sense anot. only like BJ BJ BJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;world's most hated letters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if your name is like boo boo or joo joo, i officially hate you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4490625662567098603-8393393594032839197?l=saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/feeds/8393393594032839197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4490625662567098603&amp;postID=8393393594032839197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/8393393594032839197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/8393393594032839197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/2008/05/yo-momma-so.html' title='yo momma so...'/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17137026910186148456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490625662567098603.post-7347851816541173462</id><published>2008-05-19T07:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T07:39:59.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>quick entry!</title><content type='html'>okayy the weather is freaking hot i need to bathe and i want to sleep. Therefore some quick funny random stuff you might want to know that i saw/heard today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in macs having breakfast when i was looking up at the macs tv thing with reg and row. The one with people smsing and sending it in for their messages to be seen. So i saw this one which said something like "i will foreber lurbbe uu derrh." or something along that line. After a few other smses, this other sms popped up which read "TWITS SUCKS. i hate twits. go learn some proper english."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah.the irony. ciritcising twits i see when he obviously has grammar issues. Not that i'm on the side of twits but that was just such an act cool message it got to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha..something funnier...I asked my cousin Shawn to get coke for me form my fridge cuz the curry that my maid cooked was too spicy. He said okayy, walked towards then kitchen then turned around and asked "the can one ah?". If someone knows of coke in a box please let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a not so happy note, my ez link card has been confiscated. Ask me why. NIGHT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4490625662567098603-7347851816541173462?l=saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/feeds/7347851816541173462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4490625662567098603&amp;postID=7347851816541173462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/7347851816541173462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/7347851816541173462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/2008/05/quick-entry.html' title='quick entry!'/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17137026910186148456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490625662567098603.post-8509784753367190235</id><published>2008-05-13T01:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T01:26:48.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's four and we're all still in school waiting for lecture to begin at 5 when by right everyone should alr be home by 5. ee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Row's lama picture is very ugly but it's very funny. ugly=funny? haha no wonder i'm not funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lydia is currently playing diner dash on my psp now and the babies are crying non-stop. I can tell by the sounds of it that she's a very lousy waitress. I have to save my psp from her hands. She has been using it for hours(ever.) I will just delete diner dash like how i deleted her SIMS and thrillville. MUAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIENDSTER SUCKS BIG TIME. my friendster still has saviour of the soul at the bottom. i don't want. I cannot tahan anymore. Thus i have kindly sent friendster's help and support team an email to express my confusion and annoyance. (okay la i didn't sound annoyed. cannot one or else they won't help me fix my account.) Here is a copy of the email sent:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dear friendster, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;There is currently something wrong with my friendster account and this has been an ongoing problem since very long ago.I am not able to access my "profile" page and neither can others view me. After clicking on the "profile" icon, the page that i'm redirected to is this white page with the words "saviour of the soul" at the bottom right hand corner of it. Previously this has happened once before but it soon went away. However this time, the problem is pretty persistant. Could it be because someone hacked or have you guys suspended my account? There is no porn or vulgar material on my friendster profile so i do not see why that should be the reason. Could you kindly take a look at it and help fix the problem because i have not been able to use friendster for a very long time. Thank you so much for your help and assistance.  &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;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yours sincerely,Charmaine.&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;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;stupid joseph. He went to add my classmate's contacts also so i ended up sending this email to friendster AND the whole world. So shitass embarrassing. Must go and explain to all of them later...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAN'T BELIEVE I END AT 630 TODAY OKAYY. at least dad and mum are picking me up. My mummy just msged me to remind me that their picking me up and she decided to end off by saying "hehehe....". Ew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RUGBY YESTERDAY AND WE LOST. I am really so upset since i've nv been to a rugby match and I was super excited the whole day. I was so excited even the heat was pretty bearable. WELL but i think we still did well just tt ACSI is pretty strong (anyhow say since i don't even know how the game goes.) so 2nd is as good as it gets!=) ahem.luminous.ahem.shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked over from the padang to esplanade after the match cuz i had to catch VJC's choir concert and they are solid. Except for the fact that this whole row of stupid boys were sitting next to gabby and talking incessently from start till end. Come in late somemore wth. They were the bunch with the worse concert etiquette i've ever seen in my life it was just obnoxious. Miss the old choir days. No one understands my pain=(  A lot of people are leaving Lydia's restaurant now. Keep hearing pop sounds. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one hour more to go.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4490625662567098603-8509784753367190235?l=saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/feeds/8509784753367190235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4490625662567098603&amp;postID=8509784753367190235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/8509784753367190235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/8509784753367190235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/2008/05/its-four-and-were-all-still-in-school.html' title=''/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17137026910186148456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490625662567098603.post-7758197028365647959</id><published>2008-05-06T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T08:39:36.032-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"say it again for me"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;i realised that i always dunno what to put as the title of my post so from now on if i'm listening to the radio i'll just put some lyric from the song currently playing.okayy so let's start talking about my day..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;today sucked.i'm flu-ized(no thanks to leonard),had to pay $6 for medical,the weather is hot,my thousand year old phone is really really spoilt and my mum doesn't love me. Let me elaborate. Just like 2 days ago i thought my phone was spoilt so my godpa brought a new phone and a spare batt for the old phone so i put in the spare batt and hey hey presto!it worked!for a day, that is. Then the batt just totally ran out really fast and then it died. Okay and today i caught the flu so i didn't go to school, went to the doctor and paid 36 bucks and my mum was pissed cuz i didn't go to school for the test and she had to pay for my medical. But i only told her it was 30 okayy! But still. She got angry. Mums just have to stop getting angry when their kids fall sick seriously. I did not ask for the flu bug to transmit and like attach itself to me what. Like "Mr Virus, could you kindly like enter my weakly immuned body and make me flu-y?Cuz like i want my mum to scold me to prove my point that she doesnt love me." GOD.seriously. She has even forbidden me from using her room toilet to shit okay! WHAT THE! cuz it's too "smelly"..then "everyone has to smell your shit after you". uhuh. Because i like shitting smelly shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I STILL LOVE HER THOUGH=) but i was quite hurt. over the ban.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ON THE BRIGHTER SIDE OF THINGS..i got to skip math test which was pretty stupid i heard and i've got a new phone! It wouldn't exactly fall under my ideal phone but whatever right i'm not really particular about phones la anyone will know that..And i guess it's slim so it's good but to "make up" for the slimness it's longer than average. It's called E51. Okay that's about all i know about it. Oh and i'm super amazed at how at the top corner it says "pasir ris st 52". ahh technology. OKAY I SUA CANNOT AH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197289246774614018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2mj1pmkHc/SCB7CJT1WAI/AAAAAAAAAAU/pnkTP5x2lpQ/s320/DSCN3250.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197289513062586386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2mj1pmkHc/SCB7RpT1WBI/AAAAAAAAAAc/RNr3WBR3i4g/s320/DSCN3252.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(slimmer than my fat finger even)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;footnote: someone go to the revamped downtown east with me PLEASE. i'm just so eager to see it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4490625662567098603-7758197028365647959?l=saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/feeds/7758197028365647959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4490625662567098603&amp;postID=7758197028365647959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/7758197028365647959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/7758197028365647959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/2008/05/say-it-again-for-me.html' title='&quot;say it again for me&quot;'/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17137026910186148456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2mj1pmkHc/SCB7CJT1WAI/AAAAAAAAAAU/pnkTP5x2lpQ/s72-c/DSCN3250.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490625662567098603.post-5652254106891805624</id><published>2008-05-03T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T09:28:31.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I NEED SOME PHONE ENERGY!</title><content type='html'>This was originally supposed to be a happy post to welcome my new old blog but i guess not since my stupid cb of a phone decides to just totally screw up and die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so mad i could kill right now just that there's no living thing in sight in my room to kill. Even the stupid ants that crawl around seem to be able to sense this murderous air cuz not ONE is crawling around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why WHY WHYYYYY.everything was working fine.I gave it sufficient energy.I gave it a nice place to rest at night (it's always under my bed.got pillow somemore.cb.).I gave it nice keychains(last time till they all started falling out.).FINE.maybe it was time to go.Everything has to die one day.It's a living thing after all i'm sure. BUT I WAS JUST STARTING TO THINK THAT OLD PHONES ARE SO MUCH BETTER THAN NEW FREAKING ONES CUZ THEY LAST LONGER.ah irony.we meet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damnit.i'm gonna try another charger which was supposedly spoilt previously but maybe a miracle will happen.There's no other way out since digging the charging hole with my old tk name tag doesn't work. My god i have 2 spare prolly not working chargers. Haha. I'm so full of crap. Testing first one now.....and.....nope. Blank screen. Now for the second and my last glimmer of hope.......YES!as predicted, it doesn't work either. Of course right what could I have been possibly thinking. There was a reason why these 2 shitass chargers were in my drawer because ALL SPOILT STUFF JUST BELONG THERE. sheesh. It just gave me that..hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHY DO BAD THINGS ALWAYS HAFTA HAPPEN TO GOOD PEOPLE. LIKE ME FOR INSTANCE. god damn it!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4490625662567098603-5652254106891805624?l=saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/feeds/5652254106891805624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4490625662567098603&amp;postID=5652254106891805624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/5652254106891805624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/5652254106891805624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-need-some-phone-energy.html' title='I NEED SOME PHONE ENERGY!'/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17137026910186148456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490625662567098603.post-2904082261076846396</id><published>2008-02-05T05:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T06:17:57.318-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i really haven't blogged in a long time.i couldn't even rmb my last post which hardly sounded familiar when row tried to tell me about it.haha i am a LOSER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;make that a very tired loser.dunno why i'm like suddenly damn tired and all i almost fell aslp in church=/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHINESE NEW YEAR CELEBRATIONS TML!we're having some funky lo hei competition and leonard is supposed to buy the ingredients for us to lo but apparently i don't think he has the ingredients list.haha!wth.we'll prolly end up putting random stuff inside like hair or something.then we can "lo hair." haha.so funny.oh shut up char.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've sent out roses to friends from other jcs!but unfortunately i don't think i won't be getting many back since tpjc and acs don't have this roses system thingy..aw..but nvm as long as their happy receiving it=)  (claire is trying to talk to me now and i'm just pretending to listen.i'm nodding my head now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway that day row said the most ridiculous thing ever!she just bought this new umbrella right from mini toons and we had to use it anyway cuz it was raining so after opening it she said "this material waterproof meh?".like DUH row cuz MAYBE it's an UMBRELLA which is by the way supposed to keep you dry from the rain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okayy so something's been keeping me from being my useful cheery self..i mean i'm still cheery but occasionally not..yes i ought to be shot.sometimes it's not good to think you're too matured to handle something you know?and never not follow your heart.in short:always,ALWAYS follow your heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4490625662567098603-2904082261076846396?l=saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/feeds/2904082261076846396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4490625662567098603&amp;postID=2904082261076846396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/2904082261076846396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/2904082261076846396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-really-havent-blogged-in-long-time.html' title=''/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17137026910186148456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490625662567098603.post-2594724992360107454</id><published>2008-01-10T20:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T21:09:45.524-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DRAGGEDY DRAGED DAY.</title><content type='html'>I cannot believe it's only 12.45. Seriously. It seems like it's 4 already. Today sucks okayy..plus my gp teacher is not here so it's almost like every hour of lesson, i have a 2 hr break. Which comes up to a grand total of WOW 6 hr break. I could definately use that for some sleep but what this school is lacking are BEDS. They should have a room here and call it the BED ROOM. omg. I have just discovered that that's why they call bedrooms,bedroom. I'm a genius! Those who agree that i'm a genius breathe! I know you purposely held your breath there for a minute. Sure, be my guest. TORTURE YOURSELF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hungry. I'm always torturing my poor stomach. If it was alive it would probably slap it's intestinal walls and smother gastric juices all over my face until i submit into eating at the right times. I just watched a video on youtube called singapore bus driver. And it's so paiseh cuz the whole incident was recorded by an ang moh. Gee. I wonder what they think of us now? Anyway it's a video of this bus uncle,stopping the bus for 20 because an ah beng didn't pay enough fare. Of course the Ahbeng being an Ahbeng did it on purpose. Haha who ask him a few cents also wanna gek gao. (Eh gek gao sounds like a name!Maybe if there was another sibling in the Yeo family she would have been named gek gao. Although it sounds more like a boy's name to me.) Then it was quite funny cuz the passengers wanted the driver to get a move on but the driver refused insisting that it was their "moral duty". It's funny cuz the driver couldn't express himself in english so his expression was weird cuz he couldn't come up with the right words. He looked like he was trying to shit a snail out of his ass. OUCH PAINFUL. yes, and so is trying to figure out what he wants to say. It's pretty painful, but amusing nonetheless. OH BTW if you look at the ahbeng (who's poor hands are being cuffed by the driver's hands) he's actually smiling and looking very amused at the whole situation. Which it IS but it's quite weird cuz your causing all the unhappiness and the police are probably coming after you alr (yes for a few cents.) If i were one of the passengers in the bus I would just pay that few cents for the poor (but cunning but not too smart) Ahbeng and ask the driver to move it. I actually think the passegers had enough sense to offer to pay it off but maybe the bus uncle was just persistant that the boy should be brought to justice. BUT, what the Ahbeng did was really really wrong..He should have just stole an unexpired secondary school ez-link card instead=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAY TO GO IN BEING A HUMAN BEING CHAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of names (gek gao), the contestant on deal or no deal ytd had two kids, a boy and a girl and their names were AWESOME. The girl's name was NADYA and the boy's name was AYDAN.  You see it you see it you see the pattern?!?! It's getting me excited again=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG I JUST DISCOVERED SOMETHING. My name is CHAR so my mum should have named Claire RAHC!oh oops. I thought it was gonna become RACH. oh wells. Nvm la. Maybe stupid people like me wouldn't notice then you can trick them and they'll still be amazed all the same. Don't bluff. You thought that the reverse of CHAR looks like RACH too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However Rach would be a very unsuitable name for my sister. Rach's are usually quite hot. Like jen aniston in friends or like friends that i know. DON'T SAY I'M SO BAD. I love my sister okayy. We play rollie pollie ollie almost every other night since i invented it ytd. If you would like to see or personally experience what being a RPO is like, please approach me or Claire and we will demonstrate it to you=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye world and all the people who inhabit it. I'm just gonna find some other way to while away my hours of break.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4490625662567098603-2594724992360107454?l=saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/feeds/2594724992360107454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4490625662567098603&amp;postID=2594724992360107454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/2594724992360107454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/2594724992360107454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/2008/01/draggedy-draged-day.html' title='DRAGGEDY DRAGED DAY.'/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17137026910186148456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490625662567098603.post-5244626989540145043</id><published>2007-12-18T20:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T21:09:53.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'>guess who's back?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;with me in my room now are two full grown pigs.in replacement of the mud would probably be their saliva.i swear if they don't wake up soon i'll..i'll..i haven't came up with a plan yet but i soon will.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've got some photos so maybe i should start with the ugly looking squid.haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145544520204184930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2mj1pmkHc/R2ilepa6bWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Hcn_riLJ120/s320/DSCN2469.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha notice the reflection on the water?maybe my cam was trying to like block out as much of the hideous creature as it could with like flash or something.i mean it can't openly object and insist i not take a photo of them right?haha even their skin texture is funny and different. one looks wrinkly like a huge shrivelled up toe and the other looks..okayy la just slimy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you know what i'm pretty much lazy to blog soooo i'm not gng to.haha!goodbye.i love disneyland.i'm actually sleeping beauty/little mermaid/belle/snow white/cinderella in disguise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha reg is drawing the curtains.mar is the mother of all pigs.she's the damn sow.okayy i'm supposed to like go now.bbyeee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/4490625662567098603-5244626989540145043?l=saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/feeds/5244626989540145043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4490625662567098603&amp;postID=5244626989540145043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/5244626989540145043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/5244626989540145043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/2007/12/guess-whos-back.html' title='guess who&apos;s back?'/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17137026910186148456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2mj1pmkHc/R2ilepa6bWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Hcn_riLJ120/s72-c/DSCN2469.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490625662567098603.post-207864959440745612</id><published>2007-12-09T07:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T07:54:58.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm in hongkong people!</title><content type='html'>hi everyone i'm blogging from my godma's sister's apartment that we're all living in which only has 2 rooms which are very small which 4 of us hafta squeeze in one of these lovely rooms'. pics willl be shown later!!(which i'm guessing i'll be too lay to upload so u can just look at them directly from my camera.suddenly i wonder why ppl even bother to upload their pics.i mean that's what a cam is for right?to take and view photos.not for the fireworks effect or whatever.okayy digressing..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mm it's pretty chillly here but i kinda like it!unlike s'pore where there are no chills at all. okayy btw everyone is trying to lslp now and cuz the room is really really tiny(not exaggerating), the chair for the com had to be removed so i typing from the floor.it's not comfortable trust me so sry if there are many typos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the day started of with us gng to a typical hk cafe for lunch..we ordered the usual and oh they have bubble tea as well!but they call it pearl drink.the only diff is tt it's not like ice blended or anything it's just like the juice and pearls.then we kinda walked ard waiting to passs time till 230 where we would meet godma's sister atthis countryclub where we would take a private like boat/yatch? out to sea. OH REG I SAW BABY PINK HK LUGGAGE. LIKE GORGEOUS. but sorry ah it' damn pricey. like the price of a luggage. also too big to carry back. i'm supposed to carry my new things IN my luggage and not A luggage. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so about the boat ride..nothing much..i've been on it twice b4 lr but i was still seasick!-.- i suck. went to some funky island where it's like an island. like ppl live there and life goes on..just tt it looks really old cuz it's like an island by itself.. then the first shop there tt greeted us was baleno (suddenly thought of reg and xiong) and i bought a new jacket there! IT WAS A STEAL I TELL YOU. hot pink. warm enough for me to wear here and it was like 59 hk!means like what 12 bucks? damn cheap. the sales man like quite good looking la for a village boy (sry baby i stilll love you your the handsomest.) so here's how a conversation regarding the salesmanwent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Godma: the guy quite handsome ah.&lt;br /&gt;Claire: i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOLS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shitake is oh-so into fun-guys. (geit?fungi?oh shit.plural of fungi is fungus.aiya whatever.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got off  tt island and headed to our original intent! lama island!!lama island is where the whole island is seafod joints. kinda like east coast tt udmc area. bu not as nice. but the seafood...WHOA.the variety,everything!LOVE IT LOVE IT LOVE IT! bill came upto bout 300 sing which is really not bad for 8 ppl and dishes like lobster,baby abalone,bamboo clams scallops and stuff like that. oh i also took a photo of a very ugly squid. it's damn ugly. if i were the squid and i saw my reflection and another squid of my kind, i would totally give up in life because i'm damn effing ugly. i would kill myself before the cook can kill me,chop me u,batter me and deep fry me. i think i'll just hold my breath in the fish tank. or like swim up the tube where the water comes up from and get stuck in it and grow algae and become even uglier and then die. sounds like a plan for all squids in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha ugly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you ugly piece of shit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;abalones actualy are living things. they MOVE. ISAWTHEM. crawl on the sides of the tanks.yucks.why are they so expensiev agn? they look like snails with no feelers or a nice shell whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay.so boat ride back.blahblah and we take a bus to sogo!yes like the one tt closed down at tm there.the sogo here is HUGE and very much like taka thank you.like all the branded hoohas. they had burberry for kid omg the jacket (winter.everything is winter wear now.) is DAMN chio but when i went forward to dig into it for the price, i fished out a whooping 2,500 hk which is JUST APPROXAMATELY about 500 bleedgin sing. SIAO.  i couldnt take a photo cuz the salesgirl stopped me. acutally it was cuz claire wanted to take a foto with this fake wooly sheep which was gang qiao in front of the jacket. but anw it was forbidden and i really don't blame the woman cuz with a price like tt i'll definately protect it so there won't be imtations man. 500 leh. fiao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my neck cramp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;din buy anything for myself at sogo cuz they spent alltheir time at the children's dpt buying  winter jacket for claire. HAIZ. nvm.not like i would be able t afford anything in t place or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after tt was home sweet home in a cab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NEED TO BLOG ABOUT THE CAB RIDE FROM AIRPORT TO HERE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it cost nearly 400 hk which i s ilke 80 sing. omg crazy right?! the meter was jumping every 6 secoonds. i SWEAR. i was counting. and everytime it jumped by 1.4 hk (30 cents). i mean that's gotta be like 5 cents every second! can you imagine this big bowl in the cab.thenyou have this whole stack of 5 cent coins and you justkeep throwing it in nonstop every second tilll you reach your destination. mind you the starting fare is not cheap either. it's 3 sing. i never even expected it to hit 200 hk so i was naturally very shocked and horrified. and i thought it included tol. not sure if it did. well when we reached it was 300 hk which shocked me enough alr and to my horror..the cab driver pressed some magic buttons with his hands and suddenly,a magicall charge of 100 hk appeared out of nowhere. tt 100 was for baggage. i am taking a cab evrywhere when i get back to sg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after a whole day..i've only bought a jacket.amazing. TML WILL BE MY SHOPPING NIGHT. i might even find things fr you guys cuz i'm gng to like a nght mkt kinda thing which is like permanent not like pasarmalam.so YES. oh and i'll be leaving for china on tuesday and be back on like wednesday lidat so i'll be mia these 2 days. dunno if i'll be not tired to blog tml. will try to get things for you guys tml!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seee yoouuuu!!be goooodd!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby i love you. i mi ss you too. be a good boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh cousins,theere is no such thing as a free lunch so in echange for your goodies, please keep an eye on babymatthias and make sure he doesn't stray o some roadside flower.thankd=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love you guys and miss youtoo!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4490625662567098603-207864959440745612?l=saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/feeds/207864959440745612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4490625662567098603&amp;postID=207864959440745612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/207864959440745612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/207864959440745612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/2007/12/im-in-hongkong-people.html' title='i&apos;m in hongkong people!'/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17137026910186148456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490625662567098603.post-1063869386562991533</id><published>2007-11-19T01:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T01:37:38.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i told ja.</title><content type='html'>the amt of time i spend blogging is ridiculous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's actually close to 0 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okayy let's not talk about blogging.how bout simply using the com!i haven't touched a com in like..forever!i guess that's a good thing right cuz i don't wanna feel as if i'm dying if i don't have a com near me.unlike other people.like maybe MAR.haha like they can't go without their com treatment of their cancer cells will spread or something. okay nvm. bad analogy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here i am at reg's house and i just uploaded a whole load of photos onto my friendster!finally yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do admit i'm a little bored.there's nothing much to do here except for claire bugging me to look at reg's water babies. so far she's shown me a really dead (broken) white one and an amazing orange twin one. she was pretty excited (pretty being an understatement) like so dug out dinosaur fossils or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm what should i blog about...genting?okayy that was about a week ago and it was pretty rad..but i'm having this feeling that i'm sorta growing out of it which is rather timely cuz next year when i'm 18,genting won't just be about themeparks and shopping..it's gonna be about gambling and casinos!roll in the money baby!i can alr smell the cash.or tokens.whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you think the tokens have a specific smell?like coins maybe?but i think their plastic so nah.plastic things don't really have a certain smell.unless your talking about novo shoes kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i'm totally digressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'VE FINISHED WATCHING THE OC!okay so what if it's only season one and i'm a little slow. i'm gonna borrow season 2 and eventually i'll finish watching every damn episode! the last ep is totally depressing. like everyone leaves and goes their own way. it's pretty sad to watch seth sail away on the vast ocean on his um..sail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cried so much until row thought i was crying fresh tears even one day later. SEE. thts gotta be really sad stuff!! what could be more depressing than that!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg i can think of something..claire is singing &lt;em&gt;"long ban...!!long llaaoooo...." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;=s&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*plugs in ear plugs*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4490625662567098603-1063869386562991533?l=saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/feeds/1063869386562991533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4490625662567098603&amp;postID=1063869386562991533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/1063869386562991533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/1063869386562991533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-told-ja.html' title='i told ja.'/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17137026910186148456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490625662567098603.post-5605991970970379582</id><published>2007-10-24T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T08:37:23.019-07:00</updated><title type='text'>and when i get there.it just IS.</title><content type='html'>mama is in hospital..HAIZ..faster come back mama!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was a complete JOKE this evening after visiting mama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some of us went to the kopitiam at simei mrt there to have dinner though i'd already had mine. So i was outside making a call since there wasn't much reception inside. Or as a matter of fact ANY reception at all. Anyways this call was to &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;M1&lt;/span&gt; cuz today is the day where i can call them to tell them which 3 numbers i can have free outgoing calls to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i called 1626 and went through like a million and one hours of machine voicey people thingy and finally i got thru to this woman. I started to explain why i was calling but she seemed really confused about wth i was talking about. Finally she asked rather politely&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;" excuse me miss but are you a singtel, m1 or starhub user?".&lt;/span&gt; At this point i still didn't think anything was wrong except for that i didn't know all the phone companies came under like one big company. Like some sort of umbrella. So i proudly said "&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;M1&lt;/span&gt;.". and she (amused) replied&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"sorry miss but this is the singtel hotline!what you dialled is 1626 (chuckles). M1 is actually 1627 so you hafta dial 1627." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can be such an idiot sometimes. i suspect my brain is really made of cotton candy. make that a pink one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;PINK&lt;/span&gt;. i have decided that when i die, my coffin has to be pink. Be it spray painted or whatever i do not care. However pink with a shiny surface would be nice. Like glossy pink. Not so much matte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, this lead to a rather retarded conversation held by me and matt later on. It went something like -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: When i die i want a &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt; coffin. I don't care. I insist.&lt;br /&gt;Matt: Siao ah. Who do you think you are? Even the Pope had a brown coffin.&lt;br /&gt;Me: (very puzzled.) So?&lt;br /&gt;Matt: As in even though the Pope is such a big shot his coffin is still brown like normal people.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Aiyyyaa....(of course seeing there was nothing to argue with this, "aiya" was the best thing i could come up with.)&lt;br /&gt;Matt: If you had a pink coffin, you would be the first person to ever have one.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Eh then i'll be in the guiness world record! I'll be famous! Even though i'd already be dead la.(Cue: where i start building sandcastles in the sky.)&lt;br /&gt;Matt: Anyway where will have pink coffin for you?&lt;br /&gt;Me: It has to be pink i don't care. They can even put me in a pink cardboard box(i just realised i don't think they have that either) as long as it's pink.&lt;br /&gt;Matt: Siao. You think you will want to be put in a box meh? Anyway i don't think when you're about to die you'll care whether your coffin is pink anot.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Who says so!&lt;br /&gt;Matt: Then what. Your last wish ah? At your deathbed you say "deearrr...i..i have something important to tell you...iii...iii &lt;s&gt;(love you)&lt;/s&gt; wantmycoffintobepink. *dies*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so drama. haha.=/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall stop all this childish daydreaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i want pink linings inside. satin definately.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4490625662567098603-5605991970970379582?l=saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/feeds/5605991970970379582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4490625662567098603&amp;postID=5605991970970379582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/5605991970970379582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/5605991970970379582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/2007/10/and-when-i-get-thereit-just-is.html' title='and when i get there.it just IS.'/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17137026910186148456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490625662567098603.post-1148659010899402203</id><published>2007-10-19T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T07:43:22.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ohmyfuck.</title><content type='html'>OH MY.why now everything in my wishlist kena cancelled ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KNS.don't wanna do alr la. I hate technology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what the hell is this stupid reality show on "the search for the new pussy cat doll" about?RIDICULOUS. Just pick any slut in the club who can grind luh. It's not like she has to be able to sing. Like that also so hard. poopoot la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANGRY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4490625662567098603-1148659010899402203?l=saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/feeds/1148659010899402203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4490625662567098603&amp;postID=1148659010899402203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/1148659010899402203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/1148659010899402203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/2007/10/ohmyfuck.html' title='ohmyfuck.'/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17137026910186148456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490625662567098603.post-5348443438480702414</id><published>2007-10-19T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T07:27:09.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hello.you are a kanasai.</title><content type='html'>i realised that i haven't exactly updated my wish list and all those crap stuff in the navigation bar since like um..the time when i started up this blog. Too lazy to even blog, let alone that. Or maybe it's cuz i'm too pathetic and poor that i can't fulfil anything on that crappy wish list. EH!actually i &lt;em&gt;have &lt;/em&gt;already fulfilled some! Which shows that i'm too pathetic to even notice. Haha i shall go edit some stuff later. I shall say that i like to fart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay everybody i have an announcement to make! GO PLAY THIS SUSHI GAME. I'm to lazy to check the exact link but the game website is miniclip.com so go there and you'll find this sushi thing, click on it and have fun! Although i must warn that it could take close to an hour just to finish all the 7 stages. So don't play unless your totally bored! I'm addicted to it. Even though i don't like sushi very much. Even though the salmon there looks rather pale and it toally makes me feel uncomfortable that it looks so raw (yes i know it's just a game). Even though sashimi IS raw. Even though i hate sashimi. Or salmon. Okay whatever. PLAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;disgression: Melinda's ghost dog holmer is so adorable. He can't get into the light ever. Haha sorry i'm watching ghost whisperer btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM PRETTY BORED. Wanted to go to changi beach to see the sedan chair thingy and watch it transport itself to like suku island. Or kusu island. same same both got the same 4 letters in them. But daddy was so reluctant to drive us. He said his carpark is "first class" today. First class my pantat la. First class means the carpark got aircon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANNA GO AND SEE WHAT HAPPENS O THE CHAIR!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just realised today that i actually do not know! Even though i've been a few times when i was younger, all i rmb is people carrying four ends of it running around then walking into the water. I'd always thought they just disappear as they moved deeper and eventually got engulfed underwater and miraculously stayed alive after that since their like..i dunno..holy? Then i thought that the chair would just like float around for another like dunno how many months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now that i've grown up and considerably matured..i wanna know what really happens! But i don't want anyone to tell me luh i wanna see it for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess i just hafta wait till next year then, to figure out the riddle of the "journey to suku/kusu island".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then. Where do all the carrier people go?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4490625662567098603-5348443438480702414?l=saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/feeds/5348443438480702414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4490625662567098603&amp;postID=5348443438480702414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/5348443438480702414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/5348443438480702414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/2007/10/helloyou-are-kanasai.html' title='hello.you are a kanasai.'/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17137026910186148456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490625662567098603.post-5030688333487433529</id><published>2007-10-13T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T07:40:47.352-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WALAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poopoot la i was spending so long trying to sign into blogger. Keep saying my password doesn't match the user until i finally realised that the caps lock was on. caps lock is called lock for a reason. it should just be locked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;veryveryvery pissy mood today.think it's cuz i didn't have enough sleep the night before so i better go catch a wink soon!no more late nights/mornings for me till next week. i shall promise myself this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;senTOsa is sooooo boring. 5 "o's" in the word so is an understatement. and the transport is really so bad! imagine cabbing everywhere in that tiny little island! or maybe it was eceptionally overly populated today that it pissed me off. Anne was complaining that Xian Long isnt doing his job. or isit Sian Long. whatevs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think sentosa is a pointless island and is becoming shittier with the advancements of LRT trains and other stuff in it that make it look unnatural. Humans should be banned from that island and peacocks should be left to breed and multiply since they were the natural inhabitants of the island anw. or at least i think so since so many of them were crossing the roads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder whether any die from car accidents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder whether peacocks swim and suntan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think that female peacocks should learn how to strut their stuff on sandy beaches and the prettier females should live on palawan beach. They should prance around because i;ll find them highly unattractive otherwise. They have like sai coloured feathers. In fact i think guy peacocks should ALL BE GAY since their all colourful and prettier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, i don't even think peacocks like to live on beaches right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh me and my random thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to ride a camel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4490625662567098603-5030688333487433529?l=saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/feeds/5030688333487433529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4490625662567098603&amp;postID=5030688333487433529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/5030688333487433529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490625662567098603/posts/default/5030688333487433529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/2007/10/walao.html' title=''/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17137026910186148456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490625662567098603.post-9066833699475948785</id><published>2007-09-18T02:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T02:25:51.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'M SICK!</title><content type='html'>the title says all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg i really hope it's not dengue you know cuz that's not funny.at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the doctor kinda told me it wasn't dengue unless the fever persists past thursday cuz pasir ris is not the number one dengue hotspot anymore!so anyway i asked him whether i could have an mc for ytd cuz i wasn't feeling too well and wasn't in school and he said that he would get the girls(nurses) to cover for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then waited for my med and they gave me an mc for today and tomorrow so i told them that it was supposed to cover yesterday and today instead and she said "we don't usually don't backdate mcs you know.can we backdate mcs?" so i told her that the doctor said so.of cuz the mc printer loved me so it printed!she said i was an exceptional case!haha=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe the doctor thought i was cute ah cuz i was so paranoid about getting dengue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;told keith i was exceptional and he agreed.that i'm exceptionally ugly.boo to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i got home it took me a whole 30 minutes to swallow ALL my medicine.what i was afraid of wasn't the throat or flu med but the stupid fever med paracetamol!it's so BIG and BITTER and BLUE. all three B's combined together! its like the ultimate boobooboo medicine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not exagerating bout the 30 mins.it could have been more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorta sweating..the medicine is prolly working so my hard work on struggling with my inner conflict on whether to take it or throw it away has paid off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh i'm feeling drowsy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm woozy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh hello dreamland and little fairy citizens of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh.zzzzzzzz.......................hjgblauhrtaliwuehauwnv kl rhwo;thohenw;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4490625662567098603-9066833699475948785?l=saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/feeds/9066833699475948785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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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-4490625662567098603.post-3382123418136553118</id><published>2007-09-17T02:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T02:41:22.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I didn't go to school today cuz i was feeling exceptionally lazy!i'm such a bum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i excuse myself anyways since i had to organise the games for the kids at claire's birthday party ytd!but of course it would not have gone that smoothly without the help of all my cousins,niece and um nephew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahem here goes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks MAR for running around with me=)&lt;br /&gt;thanks REG for helping me lead the children and lead in some games=)&lt;br /&gt;thanks ROW for blowing the balloons and tending to the floury station and playing scissors paper stones with the kids and stuff.although they all won you at their first try=)&lt;br /&gt;thanks DAWN for being ever so children-ly with the kids at the water station=)&lt;br /&gt;thanks CLAR for helping them find their coins in the flour pot=)&lt;br /&gt;thanks ANGE for helping with the tying of balloons onto their smelly feet.although most of them fell out.=)&lt;br /&gt;thanks SHAWN AND KEEFE for bursting their balloons even though you all burst too fast.=&lt;br /&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks everyone else who has helped and i have accidentally left out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well as you can see..quite an eventful party eh?maybe we can form a party planning team when we grow up=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4490625662567098603-3382123418136553118?l=saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/feeds/3382123418136553118/comments/default' 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true&lt;br /&gt;But everybody else could tell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;That I confused my feelings with the truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When there was me and you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swore I knew the melody&lt;br /&gt;That I heard you singing&lt;br /&gt;And when you smiled&lt;br /&gt;You made me fee like I could sing along&lt;br /&gt;But then you went and changed the words&lt;br /&gt;Now my heart is empty&lt;br /&gt;I'm only left with used-to-be's&lt;br /&gt;And once upon a song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know you're not a fairytale&lt;br /&gt;And dreams were meant for sleeping&lt;br /&gt;And wishes on a star just don't come true&lt;br /&gt;Cause now even I can tell&lt;br /&gt;That I confused my feelings with the truth&lt;br /&gt;Because I liked the view&lt;br /&gt;When there was me and you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I can't believe that I could be so blind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It's like you were floating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;While I was falling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And I didn't mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cause I liked the view&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Thought you felt it too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;When there was me and you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4490625662567098603-5014858813095534136?l=saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saccharine-sachet.blogspot.com/feeds/5014858813095534136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4490625662567098603&amp;postID=5014858813095534136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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